“Colter… I…”
I had no idea what I was going to say.
My brain was misfiring.
“You’re okay,” he murmured, his forehead pressing to mine. “I’ve got you. Just let go.”
Then we were moving together, my hips meeting his, doing delicious little circles when he was buried deep.
The pressure built.
Deep in my core, yes.
But there was something else, something in my chest, something that was expanding, threatening to break.
“There you go,” he said as I tightened, as my body trembled. “Come for me, baby.”
The release spread hard and deep, dragging a wrecked cry from between my lips as the pleasure rolled through me over and over.
“You sound so good when you come for me,” Colter said, working me through it before settling deep and coming with me, his whole body tightening, my name a soft curse on his lips.
His weight came down on me, and I clung to him as that pressure in my chest finally snapped.
The intensity of it had the tears sliding down my cheeks before I even realized they’d formed.
I was crying?
Over an orgasm?
What the hell was wrong with me?
I had to get away from him before he saw.
That would be freaking humiliating.
“No,” Colter said, shaking his head. “Stay with me.”
“You’re… crushing me,” I said, looking for any excuse to get away from him.
But Colter was onto me.
He rolled onto his back but pulled me with him.
That position was infinitely worse.
He would actually feel the tears.
And they just wouldn’t stop.
“I said I got you,” he said, arms tightening as I tried to pull away.
“I need…” To what? Run? Hide? Lock away whatever this raw, open feeling was in my chest?
“To let yourself feel it,” he said, giving me a hard squeeze.
“Colter, let me go.” There wasn’t much fight in my words.
He rolled us onto our sides, his arm loosening.
