Angie giggled. She clinked her glass with his. “To Dan.”
“I’m sorry he hurt you, Angie. I know I’m joking about him, but I also know it wasn’t fun to go through what he did to you.”
“No, it definitely wasn’t.” She studied the wine for a second. “I thought it was me. I thought I was the problem. I wasn’t enough for him. If I couldn’t be enough for him, how would I ever be enough for anyone else?”
Old hurts rose to the surface but she swallowed them down. She shrugged as if it was nothing. Colt reached over and put his hand on hers. She looked up at him.
“You know the problem was all his, right? It wasn’t you at all.”
Love, sharp and sweet, squeezed her lungs. “I know. But it’s made me cautious.”
He lifted her hand and kissed it, and the sweet ache of desire slid through her veins. Oh what he did to her.
“I get it, minette. When we were in bed and you said you’d never… what did you mean?”
Heat washed over her. She remembered that moment. Vividly.
She dropped her gaze from his. Took a moment to find her courage. “I’ve never come that way before. With a man inside me. No, um, direct stimulation.”
She looked up again, her face on fire—and found him smiling broadly. Proudly. She relaxed.
“You’re thrilled about it,” she said with a laugh.
“Damn right. I mean yeah, I’m kinda pissed the other men in your life were too damned incompetent or impatient or whatever, but I’m ridiculously happy I’m the one it happened with. Maybe we can make it happen again. So long as you aren’t too sore.”
It was a little tender down there, but not in a bad way. More of an I want to do that again as soon as possible way.
“I think I can handle another round.”
Colt winked. “Better eat up then. You might need the energy.”
Chapter Eighteen
They ate dinner, cleaned up the kitchen together, and then snuggled on the couch to watch Doctor Zhivago. Colt had never watched it before. He soon knew why.
It was long as fuck, but Angie was enthralled.
Though she dozed against him at one point. She dropped off, her head on his chest, her body curled against his. He sat there watching the beautiful and tragic Lara with her lover Yuri, feeling the impossibility of their situation, and wondering in spite of himself how it would turn out.
He thought about taking Angie to bed for the night, but it wasn’t all that late yet and he knew she’d wake soon. It was probably the food that did it rather than any lingering tiredness.
Sure enough, she woke about twenty minutes later. He could feel the change in her body as she became more alert. She looked up at him and smiled. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to nap.”
“It’s okay,” he told her. “You must have needed it.”
He loved having her beside him. Trusting him as she slept.
“I’m not typically a napper. I’ll get back to normal soon.”
She didn’t push away from him. He liked that. She snuggled closer. He slipped a hand beneath the blanket she’d tugged over her body and cupped her ass cheek. She didn’t say anything as he caressed her.
He tried to pay attention to Lara and Yuri, but the sensation of Angie’s skin beneath his hand, and her soft body pressed beside his, made the blood start to flow south.
“Colt,” she choked out a short while later.
“Yeah, minette?” He tipped his head down to meet her gaze.
She surged up, straddling his lap, and pressed her mouth to his. “This,” she whispered against his lips. “You make me crazy.”
She plunged her tongue into his mouth. Her hair fell around them, curtaining them. He speared his fingers into it and cupped her head. He knew what he wanted this time. They kissed, long deep kisses that made him harder than stone. And when he’d had enough of that, he pushed her onto her back and reached beneath his shirt to hook his fingers into her panties.
He stripped them off easily. Dropped them to the floor.
“Colt,” she said as he unbuttoned the shirt and parted it. He didn’t remove it though. He wanted to see her spread out before him, his shirt hugging her body.
“My turn,” he told her before dropping to suck her nipples. She gasped and speared her fingers into his hair.
He dropped lower, over her belly, kissing her sweet pale skin. He made his way lower, his shoulders between her legs. He looked up at her. She bit her lip, her eyes heated and sexy.
“Do you know what I’m about to do?”
She nodded.
“Tell me you want it.”
He knew she did, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“I want it. Your tongue on me. In me. Make me come, Colt.”
That was all he needed to hear. He spread her apart with his thumbs. Then he licked her in one long swipe, from wet seam to clit. She moaned.
It made him bolder. He flicked his tongue against her clit, swirled around it, sucked it. She squirmed and moaned and it spurred him on. He wanted to make her scream. He wanted to taste her when she came and know it was because of him.
He added two fingers, fucking her slowly, hooking them into that area that contained her G-spot. Her hips gyrated and bucked, but he didn’t let up.
When she came apart, it was something to behold. Her eyes popped open, widening as she stared at him. “Colt….”
She moaned his name. It was the most beautiful fucking thing he’d ever heard. Her hips bucked harder, riding his tongue until she collapsed onto the couch and tried to close her legs.
He thought about pushing her into another orgasm. He decided against it since she was still getting her strength back. He kissed his way up her body, taking her mouth in a hot, wet kiss that he knew would taste like her.
She didn’t retreat. She kissed him,
