I look at him sprawled out on the love seat, clothed in nothing but athletic shorts. I let my eyes wander over his body, across those wide shoulders and along the strong biceps and down the line of brown hair that travels his abdomen until it disappears deliciously beneath his shorts.
“Look who’s talking,” I say, gesturing to everything he has going on.
He chuckles and pushes himself to stand. “I’m dressed.”
“Barely.” I try to infuse my tone with as much derision as possible, but it comes out breathy.
He smirks and walks closer. “I’m not the one without pants.”
I look down at the towel that reaches halfway down my thighsbut just meets in the middle. The tiniest shift and you’d see everything. “I’m covered more than you, assuming nothing slips.”
His eyes run down my towel, taking in how easy it would be to get me out of it. I let it slide a bit, but catch it at the last second and tuck it back in.
I smile innocently at him. “Oops.”
He growls. Literally growls. His eyes are turning more feral by the second, and he’s starting to look more predator than man. “Teasing ain’t nice, Chaos.”
“That mountain boy’s coming out, huh? I must be getting to you.” I step closer and whisper, “Who says I’m teasing?”
He pauses, one heartbeat of hesitation, and then he’s on me. His long legs close the distance between us in two steps. His hand grabs the back of my neck, hauling my lips to his. He wraps my wet hair around his fist, tugging to angle me where he wants. My stomach swoops, then tightens along with the rest of my body.
He grabs my towel with one hand, ripping it from my body and flinging it across the room in one fluid motion. He steps back, seeing me completely naked for the first time.
“Fuck. You’re so hot.”
He pulls me back into a kiss and walks me back until I’m pinned to the wall. The abrasion of his shorts reminds me I’m the only one exposed. There’s something addictive about being on display, Colton’s groans and wandering hands broadcasting how much he likes what he sees.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” Colton whispers as he slides a finger inside me.
“It’s been a constant struggle since you came home.”
My moan mixes with his as he uses the heel of his hand to apply pressure to my clit, and I grind against him. My hands dive into his hair, desperate for something to cling to, something to ground me in the flood of sensation. When I tug at the soft, short strands, he grunts, and I yank my hands away.
“I’m sorry,” I pant.
“No,” Colton says, his voice low and harsh. He grabs both my hands and slides them back into his hair. “No, don’t fucking stop.”
I grip his hair tighter as his head lowers to my breast, and my whole body jolts against the wall. He brings his hands around to my ass, kneading each cheek before he starts to lift me. My stomach swoops and I push him back. I try to move past him, but he cages me in with his arms. He isn’t letting me off so easily.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Nothing, I just figured walking over to the bed is better.”
“Why?”
This isn’t how I expected my naked strut from the bathroom to go. I gesture to my body as I roll my eyes. “Not the type of girl people pick up.”
I love my body and have no interest in changing it to fit the ideal society pushed on us before we were old enough to understand what fat actually is. At the same time, I’m a plus-size woman, and that rarely translates well to being carried.
Colton pushes his hands into my hair and angles my head so our eyes meet.
“You’re not too much for me,” he says, pinning me with his intense gaze. “What I want right now is to feel your legs wrapped around me, and then I’m going to fuck you on every surface in this hotel room, including the walls. Understood?”
I can’t speak. His tone leaves no room for argument—not that I want to argue when he speaks that way. I struggle to focus on anything beyond the intense ache between my legs, but all I can see is him and the picture he’s painted.
I’m able to pull myself together enough to nod. The corner of his mouth kicks up, and then I’m in the air, his arms wrapped securely around my ass. My legs wrap around his waist and the glorious pressure of his hard dick between my legs has my eyes rolling in the back of my head. He pushes me against the wall and grinds into me, wrenching a moan from my throat.
Colt supports my weight with one hand, and I almost come at the show of strength alone. His other arm comes around to push his basketball shorts to the ground, leaving us naked together for the first time.
