“It’s risky,” she says. “The case. Livy. If we do this, everything gets even more complicated.”
I step closer anyway, until our hips collide again and she lets out the faintest gasp. A sound I’m slowly, but surely, getting addicted to.
“Because,” she continues shakily, “I don’t think I can do casual with you. I don’t think I can just get it out of my system and move on. All these weeks of getting to know you… they changed the way I see you, changed the way I feel around you. I wantyou. All of it.”
Oh, fucking God. My heart feels too big for my body.
“Solnyshko,” I murmur, forehead almost touching hers. “I want all of it too.”
Her lips part on a breath.
“You feel like home to me. I can be just like I am around you. I want this to be real so bad.”
Her eyes close for half a second, like the words landed somewhere important.
“But if we ruin this,” she whispers against my lips. “We could lose everything.”
Maybe she’s right. Maybe this is reckless. Maybe it’s the worst possible timing. But I’ve spent too much of my life walkingaway from what matters. Spent too much time with my chest feeling like an empty room. If there’s a chance I can finallylove, I need to take it. And I am.
“Colton… we’re risking it all.”
“Well, then, fuck it.” And then my lips crash onto hers.
Not slow. Not careful. Like the way I’ve wanted to since the moment she walked back into my life. Full force.
THIRTY-ONE
Jenna
Iam dying.
Colton King is cupping my face with his way too big hands in a rough and demanding way andkissesme. He’s setting off a chain reaction of pure lust.
“Come here,” he says and grabs my waist, yanks me against him, andfuck. The way his body molds to mine—hard relentless muscles against my soft curves. I gasp, but I swallow the sound, my lips crashing onto his with the kind of hunger that should’ be illegal. His mouth isfilthy—hot, wet, and tasting like a bushfire licking out of control.
I don’t even know how he does it, but he has me flipped. He licks inside, practically fucking my tongue with his. My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. As an answer, his hand twists into my hair—a sharp pull at the root—and somewhere behind me I hear the small plastic clatter of my hair clip hitting the marble floor.
Fuck. Why did I wait so long to kiss Colton King? I have no idea. It’s the best, most intoxicating thing I’ve ever had in my life. But I had to process my feelings first. When we almost hadsex on his couch something inside of me changed, but I couldn’t hold back anymore and I’m glad we stopped.
He grabs my chin, forcing me to open my eyes and look at him while he still kisses me like there’s no tomorrow.
“I may seem calm,” he says. “But I’ve already fucked you a hundred times in my mind since we’ve met.”
My breaths come quicker now.
He pulls back just far enough that I can feel it on my mouth. My hands find his waist, then the hem of his shirt, then nothing in particular—just moving. He grabs my lower back and the small sound I make gets swallowed between us. His tongue finds mine and I stop thinking about the marble floor, the hair clip, the case, Matthew—any of it. My fingers twist harder into his shirt. He grins against my mouth—I can feel it—and he tips my chin up. All those years of Colton King existing somewhere in the world while I was busy becoming someone else, and it turns out this is what was on the other side of all that. And suddenly it feels like one of those moments when a dream comes true.
He grabs me by my butt, lifting me up. “Kissing you won’t be nearly enough.”
And that’s when Colton King walks me back to his room and I’m not one bit worried that I might be too heavy for him, because my man is a giant. Only seconds later, he throws me onto the bed.
My hands tremble as they explore the hard planes of Colton’s bare chest, his skin hot beneath my touch. His hands are everywhere, moving down my body, making quick work of my shirt. Buttons scatter across the hardwood floor, taking with them any remaining doubts. A low growl of approval rumbles from his chest as my bra-clad breasts are revealed to his hungry eyes.
“God, you’re so perfect for me, baby.”
His lips leave mine, tracing a path of wet, burning kisses down my neck, sending electric shivers down my spine. His tongue teases my hardened nipple through the lace, drawing out moans I can’t hold back any longer. “Colton...,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.
He looks up at me, his husky-like eyes on fire. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Jenna. I need you.” Before I can respond, his six foot five body is kneeling over me, and I watch him unbutton his pants.
