Colt clasped his hands and stiffened, forcing his eyes to stay fixed on her face. Natalie dropped her eyes, flushing at the obviousness of what she wanted, when she saw that Colt’s spine wasn’t the only part of him that had stiffened. Natalie stood. She moved in front of Colt and stopped, wedging his legs apart with her knee. She let go of the corset, letting it fall to the floor. Colt stared at her full breasts, his body so still Natalie wasn’t sure if he was breathing. She took his wrists, pulling his clasped hands apart, and set them on her waist. He pressed his fingertips into the small of her back, softly at first, then yanked her forward, her thighs spreading across his lap. He kissed her, hard.
Colt unzipped her skirt and hiked the fabric up further, gripping her butt as she lowered herself onto the bulge in his pants. He kissed her between her breasts, his mouth moving up her neck, her chin, until he found her lips. His fingers tangled in her hair as he pulled her head closer, his tongue soft and probing against her own. She broke free, arching her head back as Colt ran his lips over the curve of her breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth. She shuddered, wanting to feel his lips and his tongue on every part of her body.
Colt released her, sweeping her sideways onto her back on the couch. He pushed a throw pillow under her head.
Natalie took his face in her hands and kissed him. He fumbled for her boots, unzipping them to her ankle before sitting back to slide each down her leg as his nails slid gently down her thigh, the back of her knee, her calf. He dropped the boots on the floor.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I gave you a foot rub,” he said.
“I’ve wanted you to do it.” Natalie rested her arms behind her head.
“What else have you wanted?”
Natalie smiled. “Take this off and I’ll show you.” She wiggled her hips, pushing her skirt down. Colt tugged the waistband and inched it further. Natalie lifted her butt and Colt yanked it down her legs like a boy with a gift to unwrap presents. He sat back, taking in her body with his eyes, lingering over the neat triangle of her peach-colored panties.
Natalie wrapped her leg around his back. “Always overdressed,” she said, gripping the hem of his T-shirt and tugging it over his head. He threw it on the floor. His muscles cast shadows over each other from the lamplight. She unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them slowly, letting the part of him that had been fighting the fabric of his clothes since they sat down spill out to the couch. Natalie didn’t wait for him to slide the pants the rest of the way off. She gripped him at the base, running her hand back and forth with enough pressure to pull him closer, closer, until the tip of his cock pressed against her.
Colt lowered himself over her, kissing her as his cock strained against the thin fabric blocking it from what he wanted. He stood, yanking his jeans and underwear off so that he was naked above her, then looped his fingers under the band of her panties and pulled them down and over her feet, tossing them against the back wall. They stared at each other, naked and wanting, and Natalie arched her hips into the air, inviting him to keep going.
He plunged inside of her and she moaned, gripping his back as he leveraged himself against the armrest of the couch to push deeper and deeper into her body. Natalie buried her face in his chest to keep from screaming and flattened her knees deeper into the cushions of the couch to let him push harder and further inside of her. He burrowed his face into the crook of her neck, his breath hot and wet against her skin as he gritted his teeth, biting at her ear and her chin.
Natalie’s clit swelled against him as he struck it over and over with each thrust, and she felt herself explode into pleasure as his back curled around her, his climax flooding her with wet warmth that seeped out and down the curve of her butt to the couch. Colt collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her deep into the cushions as his cock continued to throb. He wrapped his arm over her head and rested the other hand on her breast, his whole body cradling hers protectively. He nosed the tousled waves of her hair.
“I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you,” he said.
“Liar.”
“It’s true.” He propped himself up on an elbow. “When you first walked into the hospital, bursting the seams of that scrub top. I wished you were my nurse.” He kissed her neck.
“You weren’t so bad looking yourself,” Natalie said.
Colt ran the back of his fingers over the yellowing bruise on her jaw. “It’s taken everything in me not to kill that guy every time that I’ve seen him,” he said.
“There’s probably some mafia boss out there who’d send you a check if you did.”
“Doesn’t sound like he’ll last long.”
“He’s good at pissing people off.”
“Money only lets you get away with that for so long,” Colt said. He kissed her chin. “He will never touch you again.”
Natalie nestled herself deeper into Colt’s arms. “Promise?” she asked.
Colt kissed her temple. “I swear. If he tries, it’ll be the last thing he does.”
