But Colt’s warm lips are gone from my neck as he twists away. “Sit on my lap.”
“What?”
“Do as you’re told.”
I love how fast my burning need reacts to his orders. I also hate it sometimes. It’s like I no longer control my body.
Colt owns it now. He ownsme.
My heart races in my chest, but I rise to my feet, taking extra care as I fling one leg over his lounger so I don’t accidentally flash my panties at the cameras.
I don’t know if anyone’s manning the security room at this hour, but it’s safe to assume someone’s there, watching my every move. Holding onto the hem of my dress, I sit, shuddering when my warm skin touches Colt’s cold, wet trunks.
A jolt of adrenaline spasms through me when I feel his cock pressing into my pussy.
“I want to feel you,” he repeats, his hoarse voice barely above a whisper. “Put me inside you.”
“You’re crazy. We can’t. Someone could—”
“Don’t saynoto me,” he cuts in, gripping my neck and pulling me in for an intense, erotic kiss. He lifts his hips less than an inch, but it’s enough to show how much he wants me. “In, baby.” He skims his hot mouth from my collarbone up to my ear. “Reach under your dress, move your panties aside, pull my cock out and put me in.”
“There are two cameras pointing right at us,” I hiss, diligently ignoring how slick I am, how fucking needy whenever he touches me. “The bartender’s somewhere around and—”
“I won’t fuck you here,” he tuts against my lips, biting the lower one. “I just wantin. I want to feel how wet you are for me. I want to feel you come on my cock from nothing more than me kissing you.”
I arch away, raising a brow. “You think you can make me come just by kissing me?”
His head hits the back of the lounger, a self-indulgent smirk curving his raspberry-pink lips. “You wanna bet I can’t?” He digs his fingers into my hips, the gesture lighting me up from the inside out. “If I can—”
“No betting. I know I’ll lose. You’re a great kisser.”
“Takes one to know one. Now put me inside you.”
His fiery look challenges me to do as he said, and there’s no way I’ll back down now. All the reasons why we shouldn’t do this fall away. Colt’s a master of making me submit. A master of centering my thoughts around him and him only.
Before we met, I never would’ve called myself courageous. Feisty, sure, but too many fears live rent-free inside my head to ever describe me as courageous.
But with Colt, I feel like I can conquer the world. Fear doesn’t hold me back when he’s around, bringing out parts of me I didn’t know were there in the first place.
Letting out all the air from my lungs, I scoot back a little, reach under my dress, and inconspicuously lean over him, chest to chest, our lips mingling while I pull back the waistband of his trunks.
His long, thick erection springs out, the head touching my panties. My hand shakes as I pull the soaked fabric aside. The thrill of doing something we shouldn’t spurs me on as I move forward to take him in.
Colt bites my lip, his hands gripping fistfuls of my dress, easing me down until his cock hits a sensitive spot deep inside, making me tremble.
“Good girl,” he whispers.
I adjust my dress to make sure it sprawls around, hiding the indecency happening underneath. Without warning, he thrusts his hips up a fraction of an inch, tearing a soft, barely audible gasp from me.
“Shh, baby... fuck... you’re so wet.”
“You’re cheating,” I say, my hand caressing his jaw. “You said you’d make me come with nothing more than kisses.Don’tmove.”
“We should’ve gone back to our suite.” Pressing his hand to the small of my back, he urges me to rest my head on his shoulder. “You feel too fucking good...” His teeth scratch against my earlobe as he works me up with open-mouthed kisses. “You’re mine, you know that? I’m not letting you ghost me when we go back home. I’m taking you out on Monday, then Tuesday, and Wednesday...”
“So, every day?”
His lips curve into a smile against my skin. “Every day.”
