And the heat building between them.
Her mouth opened under his, and Colt deepened the kiss, need rolling through him in sharp waves. The slow heat turned urgent. He pressed her back gently until the backs of her legs touched the bed, then leaned in, his mouth never leaving hers.
He kissed down her jaw, down the smooth column of her neck, feeling her pulse flutter against his lips. Her breath caught, and that sound, soft and wanting, ripped right through him.
Colt slid one hand between them, brushing his thumb over her breast through the thin fabric of her T-shirt. She gasped, her back arching into his touch. His name fell from her lips, and it undid him.
Her hands moved over his back, sliding under his shirt, fingers warm and insistent. She pulled him closer, closer still, until there was no space left between them. Her body was soft, warm, alive beneath his. And he wanted her more than his next breath.
Colt eased back just enough to look at her, his hand still resting on her waist. Her lips were flushed, her eyes dark with heat. His pulse pounded.
“You sure about this?” he asked, voice low.
“Yes,” she said without hesitation. Then she reached for him, pulling him back in, her mouth finding his in a kiss that left no room for doubt.
Colt cupped her face, kissing her deeper. He was careful, knowing her knee still ached, and every breath reminded him of his ribs, but none of it mattered. Not with her in his arms, her hands roaming his back, her body arching against his.
They moved together, slow and deliberate, until the bed was behind them. The heat between them built, and Colt knew exactly where this was headed. He didn’t stop it. He didn’t want to.
Colt eased her back on the bed, his body following hers. The mattress dipped under their weight, and the heat between them only grew. He kissed her again, slow and deep, his hand slipping beneath the hem of her T-shirt.
She arched into him, her breath catching as he pulled the shirt over her head. No bra. Just her.
He took a moment to look at her, to take in every inch of soft, bare skin. Then he kissed her again. Her lips. Her neck. Her breasts. Lower.
She gasped when his mouth reached her stomach, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
When he kissed her center, her whole body responded. She made a soft, urgent sound and reached for him, pulling at his shirt, his belt. The need between them sharpened.
They were past the point of holding back.
Her hands were on him, warm and sure, stripping away the last of his clothes. Colt helped her, needing her the way he needed air.
But then she paused. Her gaze dropped to the bruising along his ribs, her fingers brushing there like she could take the pain away.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she murmured.
“I don’t want to hurt you either,” he said, voice rough.
So he shifted, leaning back against the headboard and guiding her onto his lap.
Brenna settled there, her knees bracketing his thighs. The move brought their bodies flush, and a shudder worked through him. She was all soft heat and steady purpose, and when her hands slid into his hair and her mouth found his again, he stopped thinking altogether.
She was in control now, and he wanted every second of it.
Colt reached for his jeans, still draped over the edge of the bed, and pulled his wallet free. He found the condom tucked inside and tore it open, his breath uneven as he rolled it on.
Brenna’s eyes locked with his. Her hands were on his shoulders, her body warm against his. She leaned in and kissed him again, deep and slow, until they were both trembling.
She moved with him, guiding them both into a rhythm that built fast. Her fingers curled into his skin, her mouth brushing his cheek, then his neck, then back to his lips. Every brush, every breath, made the tension climb.
Colt cupped her hips and met her movements, the heat between them pushing everything else away.
When her body tightened around his and she whispered his name, he held on, his grip firm but gentle.
The release hit them both hard.
Brenna collapsed against him, her cheek to his shoulder, breath catching in her throat. Colt wrapped his arms around her, heart pounding, and held her close.
