She pushed herself upright, breaking their kiss, and dragged her sweater over her head. Then she dropped it and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Colt sat up, his fingers covering hers as he helped her unhook it. He slid it from her shoulders and down her arms. She almost folded her arms to cover herself, but she didn’t.
Colt’s gaze was rapt. “Baby, those are the prettiest breasts I’ve ever seen.”
Angie snorted, though she was ridiculously pleased. “Stop it. They’re just boobs. Like so many others.”
“You aren’t changing my mind,” he told her.
He reached up and pinched her nipples gently between thumb and forefinger. That intense drip of pleasure in her veins intensified. When he leaned forward and licked the tip of a nipple, she shuddered, curling her fingers into his shoulders.
“Colt,” she gasped.
He licked her again. “Yeah, ma petite?”
Oh god, he was planning to talk French while he fucked her. She was going to die.
“More of that. I want more,” she moaned.
“My pleasure.” Colt slid his hands around her back, arched her toward him, and began to lick and suck her nipples like they were the key to her orgasm.
Which they very well might be considering how turned on she was. Every pull of his mouth on her breasts made lightning sizzle down into her deepest core.
“Colt,” she called out when she didn’t think she could take another moment of torture. “Please.”
He didn’t have to ask please, what? He rolled her to her back and lifted himself high enough to unzip her jeans and tug them down her hips.
“Shoes,” she said, and he moved to take off her boots and socks before stripping her jeans and dropping them onto the bed with her sweater.
“Holy shit, Ang.” His gaze swept her from head to toe. “You’re fucking amazing.”
She felt a blush happening. There was nothing she could do to stop it. “So are you,” she breathed.
He grinned. He stood and stripped. Her mouth dropped open as his cock sprang free.
Oh my…
He was nothing less than stunning. Of course. His body was beautiful, packed with hard muscle that was lean and defined. He had a flat abdomen—naturally—and those gorgeous hip bone things that slanted into a vee and pointed to his cock.
He was long and thick and slightly curved. Angie reached out to touch him before she could think twice about it. He groaned, his head tipping back as she stroked the velvety skin.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined you doing that,” he told her.
“I’ve imagined it too.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and bent toward him, intent on tasting him.
“Ang, you don’t have to—”
She licked the tip of him and his breath hissed in. He tasted salty and she swiped her tongue over him again. She loved the way he jerked.
“I know I don’t. I want to.”
“This isn’t supposed to be about me, minette. It’s supposed to be about you. I promised to make you feel great.”
She stroked him. “And when do you get to feel great too?”
“I already do.” He swallowed. “Just being here with you. Touching you. Tasting you.”
Angie slid her tongue along the underside of his cock and his head dropped back. “Fucking hell,” he said.
Emboldened, she opened her mouth and took him in. Or as much of him as she could. Her jaw stretched wide as she moved lower, taking more of him. She cupped his balls with her other hand. They were tight. Firm.
“Angie, baby. You’re killing me.”
“Not trying to,” she said before she sucked him in again. God, she was enjoying this. Enjoying having this kind of power over him. Colton Duchaine, French-American soldier of fortune. Hard-muscled badass. Amazing man who could cook like a dream and took care of her without complaint while she was sick. He was tender and sexy and serious.
She couldn’t love him more if she tried.
Love?
Yes, love. She really did love him. She’d tried not to, tried so hard to keep her distance and not let him in. It was all for nothing.
They hadn’t had sex yet and she loved him. You’ve done it now, Angelica. You’re doomed.
She must have hesitated because he reached for her, tugged her up until she was standing on the bed. She wasn’t much taller than he was from that vantage. He held her loosely, looking up at her with those soulful blue eyes. Her heart ached with everything she felt for this man.
She couldn’t tell him. It was far too soon for that. And she was far too vulnerable.
“You okay?” he asked, searching her gaze.
“I’m fine, Colt. More than fine.”
He smiled and pushed her hair from her face. “You looked a little emotional for a second.”
“I am emotional.” No sense lying. “I feel amazing with you.”
“You are amazing, baby. Now lie back and let me lick you.”
She sucked in a sharp, pained breath. Love hurt even when it felt good. “Do you think we could save that for the next time? I want to feel you inside me the first time I come with you.”
Chapter Seventeen
She was going to make him come unglued before this was over. When she put her mouth on him, he thought he would lose it and embarrass himself before he ever made her come. By sheer force of will, he didn’t explode all over her tongue.
Now she wanted him inside her instead of letting him taste her first. Not what he’d expected. But the way she said she wanted to come with him inside her the first time—hell, it made him want to pound his chest like a gorilla.
His girl wanted to ride his cock worse than she wanted his mouth on her clit. Amazing.
“Do you think you’re ready?” he asked. Because she said it’d been a long time for her and she was afraid it might be uncomfortable. He didn’t want to shove
