A minute, a second, the rest of our goddamned lives. She can do whatever she wants to me for as long as she wants.
She whimpers. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
Fuck yes, it feels good. Hearing those words on her lips makes me groan and drop my head on the back of the love seat. “We— fuck— we said we wouldn’t, Chaos.”
“I know.” She runs a hand through my hair, and I open my eyes to find hers, desperate and mesmerizing. “I’ve tried so hard to be good, but I can’t anymore.”
She’stried to be good? I’ve been fucking dying all day. Was I so focused on keeping her from realizing I was completely lost to her that I didn’t see that she was right there with me?
“All day?” I ask, the words choked.
“All day, all week, all year.”
“Fuck, Chaos, you’re killing me,” I say, my breath coming faster with each shift of her hips. “Me, too. All year.”
Longer.
“And that’s why…” She trails off when she finds a particularly pleasing angle, her words fading into a moan. But I know what she’s trying to ask.
“You want to talk about why I’ve been weird? You need to hear me say it?”
She lets out a sigh. “God, yes. Please.”
I wrap a hand around the back of her neck, dragging her ear to my mouth. “Because you made me hard all day. After waking up with you wrapped around me and your scent in my nose and your perfect fucking body rocking against my cock, I’ve fought like hell to keep from giving the people on this island a show they didn’t pay for.”
“Fuck. Colton,” she moans my name, and I want to swallow the sound.
Her hand snakes inside my running shorts and whips out my rock-hard dick. I look down between us as I help her shift my shorts down my legs, my hips bucking into her hand. I’ve dreamed of that hand wrapped around me more times that I can count, and that sight alone is almost enough to undo me.
I instantly miss her touch when she lets go, but she doesn’t make me wait. She replaces her hand with her lace-covered pussy, her heat branding me through the fabric as we both work her over me.
“It’s not enough, Colton.”
She inches my shirt up, and I rip it over my head. Her hands trace the lines of my chest and stomach before pushing her panties to the side. I finally—finally—get to feel the pussy I’ve spent half of my life fantasizing about, pressed against my cock. Fuck, she’s already so wet. Her hips tilt so I can put pressure right where she needs, both of us getting worked up past the point of insanity.
She whines with every swivel of her hips, and I’m so fucking close already.
“You know you’re my best friend, right?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I groan back, my hands squeezing so tight on her hips that I know there’ll be marks in the morning. “Mine, too.”
Her head drops to the crook of my neck. “But I can’t stop. I don’t know how to stop.”
“Then don’t,” I pant. “Please, Chaos. Please don’t fucking stop.”
“I want you so much. Please, Colt,” she whimpers against the shell of my ear. “All I’d have to do is lift my hips.” She does just that, brushing her entrance over the tip of my cock. “You could be inside me in a heartbeat.”
I moan into her neck, a deep, guttural sound of regret. “I don’t have a condom.”
“If you’ve been tested since the last person, I don’t care. I have an IUD and am clear.”
My head yanks back in surprise, tilting hers so our eyes meet. “You’d trust me with that?”
She watches me, her fingertips following the same lines as her eyes, like she’s mapping me. Weighing me. She smiles softly when her eyes find mine again.
“You’re my Colt. I’d trust you with anything.”
At her words—the trust and care of them—my heart squeezes in my chest. I bring her lips to mine for the first time tonight, pouring every ounce of my love for her over the past fourteen years into a single kiss. This moment, her wanting me and choosing me, is a dream I never thought would come true.
