I can’t focus beyond the overwhelming pleasure of his mouth. “What?”
He stands to his full height then, towering over me as he wraps my hair around his hand to tilt my head back. His eyes are blown black, feral and sexy as hell. “Say my name, Quinn.”
“Colt—”
He smashes his mouth back into mine before I can get the final syllable out, like he can consume his name on my lips, like he can claim me with a kiss. And I want that, want this man who seems to know my body on pure instinct to lay a claim to me in a way that will ruin me for all other people.
Colton’s other hand comes around to the small of my back, pulling me against him so I can feel how hard he is. He walks me back toward his bedroom, never breaking contact, until he has me pinned to his bedroom door. I rip my mouth away from him,sucking in heaving breaths as his lips move across my jaw and back down my throat. His tongue against my skin is all-consuming.
He whispers words against my neck, nothing more than sounds pressed into my skin until a few float up. “Perfect. So goddamn perfect for me.”
“Please, Colton. Please touch me. I need it.”
He slowly slides his hands over my soft stomach until they dip under the lace, pulling back to watch my face with a fascinated gleam in his deep green eyes. “Is this where you need me, Chaos?”
I nod quickly, and his lips quirk up, just enough to give me that adorable dimple. The compulsion to reach up and run my thumb over the indent is strong, but it’s washed away when his fingers slip down another inch to find how soaked I am.
He drops his head into the crook of my neck. “Quinn. You’re so fucking wet. So sweet and ready for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I say, more breath than word as he circles my clit. “More.”
The curve of his smile against my skin is almost as erotic as his fingers, slipping inside of me and creating the perfect feeling of fullness as his thumb takes over on my clit. “Whatever you need, Chaos. Anything you need, I’ll give it to you.”
I need him, around me and in me, as overwhelmed by this insanity as I am. But I’m too close to use my words anymore. All I can do is clutch to his waist and force myself to breathe.
“Yes, Quinn,” he says, pulling back to look at me. “Come for me. Fuck, I need to see it. You have no fucking idea how badly I need to see it.”
And then it crashes into me, and I’m crying out, close to sobbing at the relief as the most powerful orgasm of my life wracks my body.
I tremble as I slowly come down from the highest of highs. When I open my eyes, Colt’s watching me, heat and promise and reverence in his gaze. He holds eye contact as he slips his fingersout of my underwear and between his own lips, his eyes closing on a groan as he samples me.
“Fuck, Chaos. I always knew you’d be my favorite flavor.”
I want to stay in the moment, to push this man onto his back and ride him until we both forget our names. But one word in that sentence hooks its claws in my chest and won’t let go, no matter how hard I try to shake free.
Always.
“What?” I ask, slipping out from between him and the door. Colton collapses forward, arms braced like his body can’t catch up to the sudden loss of contact. He lets his head fall forward, banging lightly against the wood.
He’s gorgeous like this, half undone, hair mussed from my hands and lips swollen from my own. My body screams to keep going, begging to see just how beautiful he’ll be when he’s undone completely.
But that word repeats in my head.Always, always, always.This attraction isn’t new for him.
“What do you mean,always?” I ask.
He pulls himself straight, running a hand down his face. “We don’t need to talk about this.”
“I think we do,” I say frantically.
Colt rubs the back of his neck. “Come on, Quinn, who isn’t attracted to you?”
I’ve received plenty of romantic attention, even though society tells me I’m not desirable as a plus-size woman. But Colton never gave me any sign that he was interested in me until things started getting complicated this summer. Or had he, and I’d been completely oblivious?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Didn’t seem relevant.”
“Didn’t seem relevant?” I shout, and he shrugs again.
