She moans, sliding her hand down her curves to replace my fingers between her legs. I grab her wrist before she can putpressure where she needs it. I want to give this to her. To be the one responsible for her pleasure. To burn the feeling of what I can give her into our memories. Something to keep me warm when she leaves my bed.
“Please, Colton,” she says desperately.
Her words go right to my dick, and I grab her by the hip and start working her on me again. I lean forward, using my other hand to yank the front of her dress down.
I dive on her, sucking and biting at her nipples. Her breath comes faster, and I know I almost have her there. My hands move around to her ass, gripping her tight, and she moans loudly at the bite of pain.
“That’s it. Take what you need. Think about how good you’ll feel when I’m finally inside you.”
God, please let her still want that tomorrow.
She whimpers, moving herself along my shaft, and I go back to playing with her tits, imagining her heat wrapped around me.
“Fuck, Quinn. So beautiful. So fucking good. Always so fucking good for me, aren’t you?”
“Oh god, Colt. I’m gonna come.”
One last drag against me and she lets out that moan, the one that’s been on repeat in my mind for the past weeks. It’s like a strike of lightning through my body, pushing me over the edge as I come between us. I can’t even be embarrassed that I came so quickly when I have her, sated and smiling on my lap.
She leans back to look at me, her fingertips tracing the line of my lower lip, and I shiver. “There’s that smile I love so much.”
I know what she means. She loves me, but not like I want her to. But it’s hard to remember that after what just happened.
Once in bed, Quinn tucks herself against me. I run my hand lightly over her hip as her breathing evens out.
I know I’m setting myself up for heartbreak. But for tonight, I’m going to let myself enjoy her body next to mine and the waymy heart feels complete for the first time in my life. I place a kiss on her forehead, a light brush of my lips this time.
“I love you, Quinn Riley.”
21
QUINN
Isit possible to be hungover and horny at the same time?
My eyes are still closed, but the bright morning sun is already pushing knives into my brain. Colt’s arms band around me, holding me against his firm—and in certain places, fully hard—body, and the contact sets me on fire. I push back against him, and he moans sleepily in my ear.
One hand slides from where it’s grasping my breast, skimming over my stomach to my hip. He pulls me back as he pushes forward, grinding himself on my ass. We both moan.
“Fuck, Quinn,” he whispers, kissing the spot where my neck and shoulder met. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Worth it?”
He runs his hand back up to my chest, massaging my breast before tugging my nipple through my tank top. “Without a doubt.”
I pinch my eyes shut more tightly to block out the headache and focus on his brilliant hands, but Colt reads the stiffness in my body. He slides away from me and pushes up on his elbow, looking down at me with a cocked eyebrow.
“Hungover, Chaos?”
“Of course not. Perfectly fine. Keep touching me.”
He scrutinizes me for five seconds, and I fight to keep my face serene. Suddenly, he bursts out into a loud—and off-key—rendition of “O Sole Mio.”
I squeeze my eyes shut again and blindly reach to cover his mouth. “Fine. I have a slight headache.”
His grin falters before he drops beside me, noticeably keeping his hands to himself.
“We shouldn’t have done anything last night.” He’s upset, more at himself than me.
