“Honestly, Colt, I don’t think I could get any wetter. Or more ready.”
He took them both down to the bed, holding her tenderly, cushioning her fall. She wrapped her legs around him. He took a moment to appreciate the fact he was about to live out one of his wildest fantasies.
Getting balls deep inside Angie Turner, the sexy redhead who’d been haunting his dreams for months. The source of a thousand nights of jerking off onto his belly and wishing he was inside her.
He reached between them and slipped a finger into her folds. Holy hell, she was wet. She moaned a little as he circled her clit, flicking it softly.
“Shit,” he said. “Condom.”
She dropped her legs from around his waist and he sat up and reached for the condom he’d set on the nightstand earlier. Angie watched as he tore the package open and rolled the condom on. He knelt between her legs and met her gaze across the valley of her belly and the peaks of her breasts.
So pretty, his girl.
“You still good with this?” he asked.
Her eyebrows rose. “Are you kidding me? If you don’t make me come, I will die. I’m so turned on right now it hurts.”
He understood that kind of turned on. Felt it too. He dropped down on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him again. Then he kissed her, tongue against tongue, tasting and teasing while she arched her body up to his and tried to get his cock inside her.
He stopped teasing her and eased inside. Slowly, so she could adjust.
So he could adjust.
Her body opened to him and he slid home with ease. She was so fucking wet and he wanted to pump hard until he exploded.
He didn’t though. He held himself still, just kissing her. He could feel her heartbeat, fast and sure, and he knew his own echoed it.
“Colt,” she whispered between kisses. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Please, please, move. Take me to heaven.”
“Anything for you, mon ange.”
He started to move, slowly and surely, stoking the fires between them. Angie’s eyes drifted closed and she caught her lower lip between her teeth. “Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Like that.”
Her pleasure was the most important thing in the world to him. He needed her to beg him, and he needed her to come. Only then would he let himself go.
He didn’t have long to wait. Angie gripped him harder, her arms and legs tightening around him as his thrusts intensified.
“More,” she gasped. “More.”
He gave it to her, sliding a hand beneath her ass and lifting her to him, rocking into her body faster and harder. He could feel the tightening in her limbs, the quickening of her breathing. She was close.
“Look at me,” he told her.
Her eyes popped open, their green depths hazy with pleasure.
“Come for me, Angie.”
“I’ve never—” she choked out. “Oh, God.”
He felt it happening. The rippling of internal muscles gripping him tightly, the stiffening of her limbs, the uncontrolled gasps and moans. She came apart around him. It was beautiful to watch. He said things to her in French, words tumbling over themselves to spill out and tell her how gorgeous she was, how perfect, and how much he cared for her. Really cared.
Hell, was this what love felt like? He hadn’t had eyes for anyone else since the first moment he’d seen her on Maddy’s couch. He’d been intrigued, attracted, mesmerized. He’d thought he’d seduce her, have some fun, and they’d part company.
It hadn’t worked that way. Here they were, months later, and she was a fire in his blood that didn’t feel like it was ever going to go out. He was buried deep inside her, she was splintering apart around him, and all he wanted to do was make it happen again.
“Colt,” she whispered, and he ran a thumb across her bottom lip. “That was—I can’t—” She closed her eyes. “I want to feel you come.”
He captured her lips, thrust his tongue into her mouth, and rocked into her with new determination. He wanted to make her come again, and he wanted to go over the edge with her. He slipped a hand between them, found her clit and stroked it until she was panting.
When she soared over the edge this time, he was right behind her, groaning her name against her neck. He emptied himself into the condom, shuddering with the force of everything he felt.
This was home. She was home.
He was in love for the first and last time in his life.
After coming twice, Angie fell asleep. She didn’t want to, but her body was still a little weak from being sick and she had no choice in the matter. She grew drowsy, and then she dropped off when Colt got up to dispose of the condom. She felt him climb into the bed and draw her close, but all she did was snuggle up to him and pass out.
When she woke, it was dark out—and she was alone. She lay there confused for a moment….
And then it all came back and heat rolled over her. She’d had sex with Colt.
He’d rocked her world. She’d been so excited that she came with nothing more than the pressure of his cock inside her the first time.
That had never happened before.
She pushed the covers back and searched for her clothes. She could hear Colt banging around in the kitchen, and she wanted to join him. She found her panties, but nothing else in the tangle of covers. She slipped those on. In the light coming through the open door, she saw Colt’s plaid shirt draped on a chair. She put it on and buttoned it. It came to her knees. She padded into the hallway and toward the kitchen at the other end of the house.
The rooms were small and boxy, cut off from each other by walls. The house had potential though. For the first time, she thought of how
