Page 35 of Colton’s Mate

He pulled her t-shirt over her head, and she reached up with her arms to make it easier for him. Then he slid around behind her and cupped her breasts, still in her bra. He trailed his lips over her shoulder, the back of her neck, teasing her nipples with his fingers.

Callie moaned, and he gave her neck a little bite, and then another.

“Beast,” she murmured, but she shivered.

He teased her with his hands and his lips before unhooking her bra, sliding the straps down her shoulders and following them with his lips and tongue. Then he pushed her back on the bed and lavished her breasts with attention.

Her scent and her soft moans were making him crazy, but he kept it slow. He wanted to remember this—every touch, every kiss, every soft sexy noise that told him he was making her happy.

Her hands were everywhere—on his bare back and arms, sliding over his ass and then down inside his sweats, wrapping around his shaft.

Ahhhh. His head arched back involuntarily as she stroked him.

He almost couldn’t pull away, but after a couple of blissful minutes he made himself. He was so crazy for her, she could shove him over the edge too soon.

“You’re making me insane,” he murmured in her ear, “and I haven’t even had time to take those shorts off you.”

He ran his hand up her thigh and inside the bottom of her shorts. They were so short he could reach her soft sweet core, and she gasped. He leaned down and undid the top of her shorts with his teeth, unzipping them.

“I don’t even want to know where you learned that,” she said.

“Forget that,” he whispered. “Forget everything except you and me.”

He slid the shorts and panties off her hips and kissed between her legs, making her writhe and spread her thighs for him. He still wanted to go slow but he couldn’t—she was too delicious and he wanted her too much.

He felt the tension building in her until she was shaking, and he drove her over the edge and held her as she fell.

And they were just getting started.

He went back to the beginning, wanting to learn all about her—all the layers. Fiery. Passionate. Sweet. Vulnerable. Mischievous. And yet with so many parts of her held back.

He found himself wanting to get closer to her, to break through that reserve, that watchfulness, like a lynx hiding at the edge of the forest.

Beautiful. Rare. Solitary. Ready to run at any moment.

He felt it like a hunger, the desire to touch the core of her. Not just physically, but that elusive center of her that he sensed had always been hidden from the men in her life.

The men who’d tried to control her, diminish her, make her bland and predictable instead of what she was—surprising, playful, creative, thoughtful.

Different. Completely herself, but only where nobody could see.

Colt wanted to see.

He explored her body, kissing all the places he wanted to believe no one had kissed before. The curve just under her breast. The place next to her shoulder blade. The arch of her foot.

And the places that just needed to be kissed and tasted. Her collarbone. The impossibly soft skin on the inside of her thigh. Her tight pink nipples, her hipbones, her sweet, hot core.

She gasped as he ran his tongue between her folds once more, swirling it around her clit. He did it again and she made a little tiny sexy sound, as if she couldn’t hold it in.

He wanted more. He wanted to make her want him so much she would never run.

Callie had never, ever felt anything close to this. The wild abandon, the insane desire, the heights of sensation that had her shaking and panting and never wanting to let Colt go.

The heat of him and his hot male scent drove her lynx wild.

And his hands and his kisses were strong and sweet and completely intoxicating.

She’d already come twice—or was it three times? She couldn’t keep track and it didn’t matter. What mattered was Colt’s hard muscles and velvety skin, and the amazing things he could do to her.