“Stopping right now is the last thing on my mind,sweetheart.”He rolled his hips back, pulling out halfway, and then he thrustforward again.“Stopping would kill me.”
It would kill both of us.
But he didn’t stop.Oh no, he moved and contrary to what hesaid, he used slow, languid strokes as his hand brushed the damp hair off myforehead.He built a fire deep within me as his breath danced over my lips, ourgazes locked together.There was a connection there, flowing back and forthbetween us, something intense and consuming.
It was love.
I knew that, felt it in every cell of my being, and I closedmy eyes, unwilling to show him the deepest part of me because it all felt toosoon, and love had never been spoken between us.
Curling my arm around the one he rested his weight on, Iwrapped my legs around his hips, drawing him in even further and eliciting aragged groan from him.I rocked my hips and he tossed his head back, his armtrembling.
“Don’t hold back,” I ordered in the space between us.“Please.”
And he didn’t.
Restraint broke.Those tentative strokes turned deep andpowerful.He grabbed my hand, stretching it above my head, and clamped his handdown on my wrist as he moved over me and in me, his hips plunging wildly.
Pressure built, zipping through my veins and crackling overmy skin.I cried out his name over and over as the tension coiled deep in mycore.It was too intense, too much and still not enough.
Shifting his weight, he caught my other hand and joined itwith the one he held.In one fluid move he had me immobile under him,completely under his control, helpless to him and yet entirely safe in hisarms.Something about that combination undid me.
I came apart, shattering as the sound of his name and mycries mixed with his groans.He thrust once and then twisted, hard and deep,and then his huge body spasmed over mine as he buried his face in my shoulder.
When he lifted his head and pressed a tender kiss to mylips, I wasn’t sure I was still existing on Earth.I felt like I was floatingto the clouds, maybe even all the way up to heaven.
“You okay?”He eased his hand away from my wrists, drawingmy arms back down.
I drew in a shallow breath.“I think I might have died in atotally…good way.”
Colton chuckled and then brushed his lips over my forehead.“Be right back.”
An aftershock stole my breath as he eased out of me.I wasnothing more than a puddle as he rolled onto his feet and disposed of thecondom in the bathroom.When he returned, I hadn’t moved.Every part of me wassated, but I told myself I needed to move.Put some clothes on.He’d be leavingsoon, and I didn’t need to be lying here with everything on display.I startedto rise onto my elbows.
“Where are you going?”He climbed onto the bed, half on hisside.
“I…I thought I should grab my dress.”
“Why?”Shaking his head, he snaked his arm around my waist.“No.Don’t answer that question.”
“But—”
He tugged me down so my back was curled against his frontand his arm was a heavy, pleasant weight across my waist.“I’m not goinganywhere, Abby.”
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly.Could he read minds?
“Do you understand?”His voice was quiet, and when I didn’tanswer, his arm tightened around my waist.“I’m not.”
But he would, because—
I stopped myself.I shoved that ugly part of me away.In myhead, I bitch slapped it.I told it to shut the fuck up, because that nastypart sure as hell hadn’t been entirely helpful in the past.
“Okay,” I said, placing my hand on his arm.“I…that waswonderful, you know, what we did—you did.”
“Of course I was.”
I laughed lightly.“Wow.”
There was a pause.“It was, Abby.It was perfect.”Hepressed a kiss against my shoulder.“And it wasn’t me.It was you.You madethis perfect.”
