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“Thank fuck.”

He breaks free from me before crouching down and ripping away both the panties and jeans. Once they’ve been tossed aside, he brushes a kiss against my bare pussy before rising to his feet and lifting me off mine. A moment later, we’re tumbling onto his queen-size bed, and he’s landing between my legs. There’s something comforting about his heavy weight pressing me into the mattress. If I close my eyes, it would be so easy to trick myself into believing that everything was the same.

That we were the same.

With his shorts in place, his thick erection presses against my heat, and a shiver of need careens through me.

His movements still. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

Yes.

No.

Oh, God.

I jerk my head into a tight nod. For better or worse, this is happening. Colton and I are like two trains on the same track destined for a head-on collision. He slips his hand between us and yanks away the material covering him. In one swift motion, he thrusts deep inside me.

Yes!

A whimper falls from my lips as a feeling of fullness suffuses me. It’s been more than a year and a half since Colton has been inside my body. A powerful concoction of pleasure infused pain jolts through me as he buries himself to the hilt. Once he bottoms out, he holds himself perfectly rigid. His girth stretches me impossibly wide. I used to tease him about having such a thick cock, but it’s the truth. I feel owned when he’s inside me, and my core is pulsing around him, attempting to adjust to his size. He brings every nerve ending to life.

“Shit,” he grits between clenched teeth, “I forgot the condom.”

“I’m protected,” I quickly say. I’ve never allowed anyone but Colton inside my body without one. This is exactly what this guy does to me, and I wish with all my being he didn’t. He makes me throw my better judgment out the window.

A grunt of relief escapes from him as he pulls out almost completely before thrusting home again. A tidal wave of pleasure crashes over me, and I forget there isn’t a thin barrier of latex to separate us.

He repeats the movement. With each thrust of his hips, ecstasy swirls through me, building until I can’t contain it.

“Fuck, baby,” he growls, “I’m going to come.”

As soon as he bites out the words, an orgasm streaks through me. His name is a fervent chant on my lips. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and for one glorious moment, it feels like I’m going to pass out. I can’t remember the last time I experienced such an intense release.

Colton arches his back, continuing to move, riding out the wave until his muscles turn lax. As his head falls forward, he buries his face in the hollow of my neck. His warm breath wafts across my flesh as I squeeze my eyes tight.

Huffing out a breath, I force my eyes open and stare sightlessly at the ceiling. I’ve always taken responsibility for my actions. Colton didn’t force me to have sex. Nor did he make me do anything I didn’t want to in the parking lot of Bang Bang.

I allowed this to happen.

Wanted it, even.

And now I’ll be the one who lives with the consequences.

It’s almost as if Colton can sense the disconcerting thoughts crashing through my head as he props himself up on his elbows and watches me. “Am I hurting you?”

“No.” I shake my head, realizing that if there’s anyone inflicting pain, it’s me.

His voice turns cautious. “Are you all right?”

Rather than meet his inquisitive stare, I keep my attention focused on the ceiling. I need to come up with an extraction plan. “I’m fine.”

His cock is still buried deep inside my body. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want him to pull out. Even though I’m not looking at him, I feel the weight of his stare. There’s no hiding from it. “You don’t seem fine.”

A sigh escapes as my gaze flickers toward him. Now that the ecstasy has faded, an odd kind of regret rushes in to fill the void. “This shouldn’t have happened.”

“Don’t say that,” he whispers, sounding almost wounded by my words, which is laughable considering that he’s the one who threw me away. When he buries his face against the side of my neck for a second time, a shiver scampers down my spine as his warm breath feathers over my flesh. “Give me another chance.”

My heart stutters.

No.

Sex is one thing, handing over my heart is an entirely different matter. “How can I do that when I don’t trust you?”

His breath catches, but he doesn’t offer up a response.

And that, my friends, is all the answer I need.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Colton

I check my phone for the umpteenth time for any missed messages.

Unfortunately, it’s just as I suspected.


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