“I know, baby,” he coos, brushing my hair back. “I know.” He’s still inside me and slides out, to slowly push back in. “I’ll let you rest after this one, I promise. Tell me if you can’t take it. SayredandI stop, okay?”
“Okay, okay,” I gasp, holding onto him for dear life.
He doesn’t move my hands away when I touch him. He lets me explore his muscular back and chest, but I’m careful not to touch the scar. Not without permission.
We’re both slick with sweat, hot like we’re running a fever, and moving together like our lives depend on my sixth orgasm. He grips my neck, pulling my head off the pillow far enough that our foreheads touch.
His thrusts grow faster and harder, but his eyes are thick with adoration. The second he finds the angle that makes me shake, he locks himself there and slams into me over and over again.
“Look at me, Addie. I’ll come with you now. I’ll let you rest, but I want your eyes on me while you’re coming. Can you do that for me?”
A nod is all I can manage. It’s the most erotic feeling when we lock eyes, bringing us both to the edge. Every instinct in my body tells me to shut my eyes and throw my head back, but the look on Colt’s face, the determination radiating off him, his parted lips, labored breaths, and low growls the closer he gets are too stimulating to miss out on.
We’re in a frenzy. Lost, closed in a bubble as we move together as one. He holds my hips, keeping me in place while I tangle my fingers in his hair. And then we both still as our orgasms wash over us in sync.
Colt stops only briefly, then pulls back and slams in, every next stroke slower, longer, more intense. I shake beneath him, the muscles in my thighs cramping as he falls, covering my body with his. He takes my lips in a long, deep kiss, then stamps a cute little one on the tip of my nose.
“Ruined,” he murmurs, dragging his open mouth along my cheek to leave a kiss on my temple.
“I want to say you have a big ego, but you’re right. You just ruined me for any other man.”
He rises on his elbows, eyes cold, angry, but he wipes that look off as he brushes my hair over my ears.
“I meantyouruinedme, Addie.” He exhales all the air from his lungs, slowly pulling out. With one last kiss to my forehead, he stands to his full height. “Stay here. I’ll grab a washcloth.”
“Mhmm,” I murmur. “So... does this mean our date next week is canceled?”
A quiet chuckle escapes him. “No, baby. I’m still taking you out as soon as we’re back in Newport.”
TWENTY
Colt
I’M NOT SURPRISEDto find Addie asleep when I emerge from the bathroom. It took me ten minutes to clean up and school myself as I gripped the sink with both hands, staring into my reflection, mesmerized by the long angry marks on my arms and back.
You’re such an idiot, Colt.
I shouldn’t have let Addie get to me like that. I shouldn’t have fucking touched her. It was hard enough keeping a level head before I knew how well we fit. How good she tastes. How beautiful she is when she submits.
I knew the moment I kissed her that I’m beyond fucked, but I rationalized; I’m not going to let her go, so what’s the harm in starting early? We both want this. We’re adults. We find each other attractive. What’s the harm in enjoying ourselves? We can date like normal people when we’re back. Sex won’t ruin anything. No harm done. None at all.
Or so I thought.
Now?
Now I want more. And not just sex.
I wanteverythingright fucking now. I want her to move in with me. I want her to marry me. I want her to have my kids.
Andthatis an issue.
We just fucking met. I’ll scare her off if I’m not careful.
You’re just desperate to find someone, and latching onto the first girl in your path.
Yeah, that’s plausible. I do want my forever. My girl, my kids, my own little family. But it doesn’t mean I should grab the first girl I like and cling on for dear life.
Or maybe that’s exactly what I should do. Seize the moment. Grab Addie and never let go. Wear her down like Conor did with Vivienne. Secure my future.
