“You need to be sure, sweetheart,” Colt gave another hushed warning.
“I’m sure.” She cleared the dryness from her throat. “I think we should get this out of our systems once and for all. Don’t you?”
“So that’s what this is? A one-time thing?”
Alex nodded despite her subconscious telling her she wanted so much more. “No strings. No commitment. And no one else?—”
“Ever has to know.”
He was right. They were alone, in a hotel room thousands of miles from Charlotte. If ever the opportunity were going to present itself, it was now.
There’s no one else here. It’s just the two of us. No one back home will ever know.
“Don’t leave, Coulter,” Alex whispered a final time. “Please. I want you to stay.”
CHAPTER NINE
I want you to stay.
Those five little words were all it took for Coulter to take Alex’s mouth with his. His lips slammed against hers as he started guiding her backward. His goal? The nearest wall. Or countertop. Or any other surface he could use to finally take what he’d been desperately craving.
A soft moan escaped as he savored her taste, and Coulter nearly came undone. He held her close, keeping her safe from tripping and falling as they moved.
The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet. It wasn’t in the vicinity of slow or controlled. It was hot. Wet. An explosion of passion he wasn’t altogether certain he’d survive.
This one time. No strings. No one ever has to know.
But he’d know. For the rest of his miserable existence, Coulter knew he’d never forget tonight.
Alex’s back pressed up against the wall, and hepressed himself to her. Their tongues feasted as their hands frantically worked to remove their clothes.
His jacket and shoes. Her robe and his tie. His shirt. Her tank-top and pants.
Garments flew in every direction as their movements grew increasingly impatient. Soon the only thing between them was their hard, heady breaths.
Coulter needed to take a breath. In the back of his mind, he knew he should pull back a minute and give this woman the time and attention she deserved.
If tonight was it, if this was the one and only chance he’d get to be blessed with the gift she was willing to give, then he should slow the hell down. Take his time and savor.
He started to do just that when he heard her sweet voice pleading again.
“Colt,” Alex panted against his lips. “Please. I don’t want to wait.”
You heard her. To hell with going slow.
His inner voice was right. They could take their time later.
“I’ve got you.” He left a trail of short kisses down her jaw and along the side of her neck.
When he did, Alex slid a hand between their bodies. She wrapped her fingers around his swollen length, taking him firmly within her fist.
Coulter sucked in a breath as his dick flexed beneath her touch. And then . . . her hand began to move.
Holy, hell.
She felt amazing. So much better than his own hand during the many re-runs of hisI Dream of Alexfantasies.It was so good, in fact, he jerked his hips back, effectively freeing himself from the magic of her touch.
Alex’s eyes flew open, her dark brows dipping together with a frown. “What’s wrong?”
