His accent has come back in full force, and his twang is doing things to me. He’s my Colt, but a new, sexy version who likes dirty talk and fucking me into the mattress.
I grab his ass, pulling him as deep as possible. “Come inside me.”
He groans. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
He thrusts a few more times before he swells and explodes, the sensation sending me over the edge as I join him in oblivion.
Neither of us move, both trying to recover. He shifts away, but I tighten my legs around him.
“Not yet. Please.”
He nods into the crook of my neck and grinds his pelvisagainst mine. The pressure on my clit sends aftershocks through me, and I sigh in his ear.
After an eternity, he rolls off me and flops on the bed. His dimple’s on full display, and I lean over to kiss it, slipping my tongue out to flick over the small indent. He laughs, so lighthearted it’s almost a giggle, and pushes me away.
“I’ve never done that before,” he says.
I raise my brows. “Had someone lick your dimple?” He rolls his eyes and I faux-gasp. “Or sex? Colton Miller, were you a virgin?”
He scoffs. “I think it was pretty clearly not my first time.”
“Conceited dick.” I laugh and smack his chest.
“Want to see conceited? Wait until you see my recovery time.”
Goosebumps spread over my body when he drags me across the small bed. We lie there, legs twined together and my hand tracing patterns over his chest.
Even with the rest of the night still to go, I don’t know how I’m supposed to have my fill of him. And that thought scares the shit out of me.
23
QUINN
JULY — FIVE WEEKS TO WIN OVER THE FACULTY
Inez barrelsinto me the moment I open the door. “You’re home!”
I laugh and wrap my arms around her. “You’re feeling better.”
“Yeah, weirdest thing, right? I felt perfectly fine the next day.”
“So strange.” I roll my eyes at her and fight to keep my mind off what her trickery led to. She knows me too well and will read every memory of his hands and lips and tongue if I give an inch.
She waves her hand. “We could have found a room at another hotel for Colton.” She peeks at him over my shoulder, committing to her lie. “I’m sure you’d have appreciated a weekend away from the students.”
“I can hardly think of anything more appealing than that.” His tone’s neutral, but his amusement—and the breath-stealing memories of the previous night—burrow under my skin.
Inez turns back to me. “Okay, can we talk about how tan you are?”
I look up at Colton. “She’s much nicer than you.”
He sighs as he slips past me with our suitcases in hand. “If it’s red, it’s not a tan. It’s a burn.”
Inez throws her arm over my shoulder, and we follow him into our living room. “I got a bottle of wine. Let’s go sit on the Tiberina and you can tell me how it went. You too, Colton.”
“Thanks for the offer,” he says, “but I need to prepare for this week’s classes. I’ll let you two catch up.”
Inez protests weakly while I protest more vigorously. I want some time with Inez, but the second we’re away from Colt, she’ll start badgering me for details.
