Page 103 of Wilde Hearts

“Do you want me to look into renting a movie?” he asked as he reached for my plate.

Glancing toward the bathroom, my lower stomach pulled with desire…and it wasn’t for a bath, but that would serve my ultimate goal.

I stood. “I have a better idea.”

Wiping his hands with a paper towel, he focused back on me. “Oh yeah? What are you thinking?”

“A hot bath.”

A wide grin appeared on his handsome face. “Want me to start the water for you? We should have thought about getting you some bubbles.”

My chest fluttered as I followed him through the bedroom and into the beautiful en suite. It looked like it should be in a spa magazine; it was that beautiful.

As he started the water, I quickly got undressed. When I leaned back against the marble sink, I drew in a quick gasp. I hadn’t expected it to be that cold. Biting my lip, I let myself get used to the chilly surface as Colt got the temperature right for the bath.

He stood, turned—and froze. His eyes slowly perused my body, turning dark with desire, and he licked his lips. My lower stomach pooled with heat as his hungry gaze pierced mine.

He whispered my name. “Ensley.”

“Have I changed much in the last ten years?” I asked, twirling a blonde curl with my finger.

Colt took a step closer and started to reach out his hand…then balled it into a fist. “You are breathtaking. And you have changed. You’re even more stunning now than ever before.”

My cheeks heated while my heart felt like it was going to hammer right out of my chest.

Nodding my head toward his balled fists, I said, “But not stunning enough to want to touch me?”

He swallowed hard. “You said no sex on the second first date.”

Smiling, I pushed off the counter and took one step toward him. “I changed my mind. I think we’ve waited long enough…don’t you?”

Colt nodded his head as he held out his hand. I placed mine in it, and he drew me closer. Then his mouth was on mine with such fiery passion, I nearly melted into a puddle. The feel of his rough hands on my skin sent ripples of excitement through my entire body.

Pulling back, I drew in deep breaths. “I want you, Colt. Now.”

Without even giving him time to answer, I frantically started pulling his shirt up and over his head, as he worked on getting his jeans undone while attempting to kick off his boots at the same time.

Once his shirt was off, my hands roamed over his chest and down to his insanely perfect abs. The man was in good shape ten years ago; now he was built like a Greek god.

“My God, how many sit-ups do you do each day?”

Laughing, Colt hopped on one foot as he tried to take off his jeans. “It’s called manual labor.”

I chewed on my lower lip as I waited to see him fully naked.

“You’re going to fall and end up in that tub, Colt.”

He finally got the jeans off and stood before me in nothing but his boxer briefs. I ran my fingernail down the hard length of him and smiled when he let out a moan.

“Would you be upset if we held off on that bath?” I asked, cupping his hard length in my hand.

He responded by giving me a wicked smile before bending and scooping me up into his arms. I let out a small scream before throwing my head back and laughing.

Before I knew it, he was placing me on the bed, spreading my legs, and kissing up my thigh.

A soft gasp slipped from my lips as I grabbed at the bed cover. “Yes. Colt, please.”

“Tell me what you want, Ensley.”