Soon, the headboard was knocking against the wall again. I bounced on his lap and swirled my hips, pulling breathless words from between his lips I couldn’t make out. I threw my head back in ecstasy, relishing in the way his hips rose to meet mine. It was like he couldn't keep still, no matter how hard he tried. Like he had to be as deep within my body as I would allow him.
But he didn’t have to worry. I’d let him be as deep as he wanted, as long as he kept making me feel this way.
My hands landed back onto his chest, and my hair fell around our faces. It created this wall around us, blocking out the entire world while we gazed into one another’s eyes. I could feel my arousal spilling onto his pelvis with each thrust into my body, but all I could focus on was the beauty of his face.
How chiseled his features were and how focused he was on my pleasure.
I leaned forward and grabbed onto the rocking headboard while I rolled my hips. My swollen clit was raking against his tightly-wound curls, and I could feel myself unraveling again. The entire bed was crashing against the wall, shaking it to a point where I thought the entire room would come crashing down around us. Colin’s breathless words turned into grunts of satisfaction, and the moment I felt him swelling against my walls, I allowed myself to unravel again.
I slammed down onto his lap one last time while I threw my head back, my walls throbbing around Colin while he bit down onto his bottom lip.
“Holy fuck,” he said as he slammed into me one last time.
I watched as he came unraveled underneath me. His jaw unhinged, and his eyes screwed shut. I fell to his body while something crashed around us. My head pressed into the crook of his neck. I could feel his icy body shaking, our sweat intermingling with each other’s while his cock spilled into me. I was still vibrating around him, quaking against his skin while he marked me for the night.
And then he did something tender I never would have expected from a man like him. He began running his fingers through my hair while he pressed a kiss to the side of my head.
I stayed on his lap, feeling his thickness dwindling as he slowly slid out of me. He didn’t make a move to get up, and I didn’t make a move to get off. But the moment someone started knocking on the wall, I could tell we were in trouble.
“Cool it, guys,” a man shouted. “You broke our damn picture.”
I couldn’t help but giggle into his neck as I heard him sigh.
My giggles grew to laughter as I sat back up on his body. I moved my hair from my face and covered my mouth, trying my best to get myself under control. I looked down at Colin, with his flushed face and his shining forehead, and he rolled his eyes.
“Fucking cheap motel,” he said, murmuring.
“Hey, at least you made a fun little memory,” I said through my giggles. “One you can tell your buddies about after that meeting of yours.”
I slid off his body and wiggled my way underneath the covers just as his words hit my ears.
“I don’t do that.”
“Do what?” I asked.
“Kiss and tell.”
“You did a bit more than kiss,” I said.
“I don’t fuck and tell, either,” he said.
I studied him in that moment. The way his muscular body was spread out for anyone to take in. I saw his pelvis glistening with the evidence of our passion while the healthy flush from his body began to fade. He was slowly fading back into that rigid form he’d quickly become famous for in my eyes, but it was his words that were ringing heavily in my ear.
He was respectful. He might’ve been a Grinch and a stick in the mud and a workaholic, but he was respectful.
Which was honestly not something I’d expected from him.
Chapter 7
Colin
I laid there, listening to her laugh while I tried to catch my breath. It had been a long time since I’d allowed my carnal desires to sweep me off my feet like that. For all the talking she did in the car, she was pretty silent in bed. But the way her body molded to me and the way her walls massaged my girth were more than I could stand.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck standing on end just thinking about it.
I needed to take a shower. I needed to take the time to calm down from what just happened. I needed to get her scent off me, and I needed to wash away the dust this mattress kicked up into the room. So, I got up, headed toward the bathroom, and turned on the light.
I cut the shower nozzle on all the way toward hot and waited for the room to steam. Saunas always cleared my head, but in this dank motel, this was the closest thing I had to it. I stood by the shower while Abby tried to get her giggling under control, her fingers fiddling with the wrapping on some crackers while I cringed. How in the world was she going to be able to stomach that food?
It was probably stale.
After five minutes of the water running, it still wasn’t hot. It didn’t even get warm. But at that point, I didn’t care. I could feel my skin crawling with her scent, and I could feel the dust that had settled into my hair. All I wanted to do was get washed down and clean before the two of us got on the road
