And too determined to take his time.
He lowered his face to my hip, kissing his way up the curve, then the dip of my waist, over my ribs, under one breast, then up between.
Desire pulsed low and relentless, and each brush of his beard brought a dizzying awareness that had me trembling with need.
“Faster,” I whimpered. “Now.”
He angled in toward my neck, shaking his head.
When he spoke, his breath was warm on my ear.
“I don’t want fast,” he said, lips pressing to my earlobe. “I want you soaked,” he said, lips kissing my forehead, “aching,” he went on, kissing my cheek, “and mine.”
His lips sealed to mine as his hips lowered down, making his hard length press against my center.
I moaned against his lips.
The sound had him bearing down harder against me and rocking his hips until the press of him was against my clit.
Mindless with need, I grabbed him with my hands, with my legs, pushing against his ass with the heels of my feet, trying to shift him where I needed him most.
“Please,” I whimpered, feeling close to tears with desperation.
Colter pulled back, looking at me for a long second, something unbelievably soft in his gaze.
“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he told me, making my heart squeeze. “What you would be like all soft and sweet and open for me.”
His hips shifted.
I felt the press of him against me.
“I want you to remember this,” he said, applying more pressure, “every time you close your eyes.”
Then he pressed in, slow and deep, until my back arched and his name was all I had left.
“Fuck,” he groaned as my moan filled the room when he settled deep. “Fuck, baby,” he said, forehead pressing to mine, “you feel so good.”
All I could manage was a whimper as my legs bracketed his hips, as I held him tightly inside me.
I was aware of everything at once.
I felt each brush of our bodies, the rush of air from the vents, the sheets beneath.
Every nerve ending thrummed.
I was more inside myself than I’d ever felt before, more aware of myself because of him than I’d ever known.
“Feel how good you’re taking me?” he asked, pulling back, then pressing back in, dragging a choked sound from the back of my throat.
It had never been like this before.
Slow.
Intense.
Intimate.
He started to move then. An unhurried, careful pace, making me feel each thick inch of him.
