Page 60 of Colton’s Mate

Next came the shorts. Callie did a little booty-grind, unzipping them slowly, and then turned her back and shimmied her butt, so he could see she really was wearing a thong.

She looked over her shoulder when Colt saw her butt cheeks, and she saw the heat in his eyes go up about a thousand degrees.

His leopard growled, and Callie went hot all over. She was sure he could scent her arousal, but for once, instead of being embarrassed, she just hoped it made him even hotter.

Colt shifted uncomfortably against the counter. There was barely room in his pants for that boner. But she wasn’t done yet.

She danced most of another song, cupping her breasts with her hands. She slid her bra straps down one by one, then with a final shimmy, unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor as she swayed her hips.

The growling got louder.

Colt said softly, “Fair warning. I’m thirty seconds from coming over there, ripping your thong off, putting you against the wall and fucking you for about… forever.”

He waited. She loved that he was still silently telling her it was up to her. She could say no, this was it. No more.

“Thirty? That seems like a looong time,” she said.

“Twenty seconds,” he growled.

She just smiled at him and toyed with her thong, still dancing. She’d never wanted anyone more than she wanted him right now, and she was so ready.

“Ten seconds.”

It seemed like an eternity.

“Five. Four. Three. Two. One.”

He moved across the room so fast he was nothing but a blur. In a second Callie was pinned against the wall, Colt growling in her ear, “Zero.”

He grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms over her head with one hand. The other was already running over her body—across her taut nipples, down her hips.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He captured her lips with his, his kiss making her drunk. “You smell amazing. You’re making me insane.”

He kissed her again, his lips hard against hers, his tongue plundering her mouth. Callie made a little mew of pleasure, pressing herself against him.

His hand was already between her legs, feeling how wet she was, how much she wanted him. He groaned, sliding his fingers beneath her thong into her folds and over her clit, sending shocks through her whole body.

“I want you so bad,” he murmured. “So bad.”

His fingers stopped doing what they’d been doing, but he kissed her again right then, to make up for it. Suddenly his pants were unzipped and shoved down and she could feel his shaft hard against her. One yank and he’d ripped her thong off, just like he’d promised, and then he scooped her up and spread her legs, plunging deep into her.

Callie gasped, wrapping her legs around him, loving how huge and hard he was. She could barely take him all in, and he wasn’t waiting anymore, he was pulling out and plunging deep inside her again, touching every part of her.

The sensation was so intense, so overwhelming she could barely handle it. He’d released her arms and she dug her fingers into his shoulders, trying to deal with the insane pleasure pounding at her.

He thrust over and over again, hard and fast, a relentless rhythm. Callie tore at Colt’s shirt and dug her fingernails into the skin beneath, which just made him growl louder.

He was biting on the tender skin of her neck, nipping her with little love-bites that her lynx loved. She threw her head back as the rhythm increased. She was moaning now, rushing toward the crest of the wave, unable to do anything but let it take her away.

The intensity of her climax made Callie see stars. And still Colt plunged into her, taking her ever higher, a never-ending roller-coaster of intense bliss.

It was like nothing she’d ever even imagined, let alone experienced.

The intensity built and built until Colt gave a strangled half-roar, and then buried himself inside her one final time. Callie’s climax peaked again as she felt him throbbing, and she clung to him as she crested the peak one final time.

It took a long time for her to come down. Colt had somehow managed to walk backward to the couch and sink into it without breaking the connection between them.

He held her to him, stroking her hair and her back, kissing her again and again. His leopard was still uttering tiny growls that were unbelievably sexy, and in between kisses she could see his eyes were lit with a feral green glow.