There was something conflicted on his face.
But if there was one thing my body wasn’t right then, it was conflicted.
“I didn’t say to stop,” I said, grabbing both sides of his neck and pulling him to me again.
A rumble moved through him as I took over the kiss, letting the heavy pressure of desire low in my body lead.
I hooked my ankles, then used his body as leverage to drop down until I felt the hard press of his cock against me, then started to rock against it.
There were probably security cameras.
There were likely people driving past.
I couldn’t have cared less as the need coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
Colter’s hands tightened on my hips.
His body pushed harder against me, letting me feel him even more firmly as I kept writhing, as I drove myself shamelessly up.
His lips swallowed my moans as the movement dissolved into urgency and instinct, the friction having every nerve screaming for release.
Then I came. Relentless. Brutal. Perfect.
I cried out against his lips, felt the vibration of his groan in response.
He ground against me, dragging out the pleasure until I was trembling and boneless against him.
My lips broke from him, my face buried near his neck as I tried to catch my breath.
Colter’s face leaned against the side of my head for a second as we stood there, the world suspended.
But then he wrapped his arms around me, turned, and walked.
I had no idea where.
I didn’t really even care.
I was all bursting bubbles of satisfaction right then, floaty and weightless.
But the world tilted.
He tilted.
And my back met the mattress.
His hands slid down my thighs, reaching back to unhook my legs.
Then he moved away, leaving me staring up at him.
The look on his face was unexpectedly soft as he stood there watching me for a moment.
“Goodnight, Dylan,” he said.
Then he turned… and left.
But not before he made sure the door was locked before he closed it.
“What the hell was that?”
