I arched against him, clawing his back with my nails, scoring his skin, branding him on the outside, knowing he was branding me on the inside.
He tilted his hips and hit the spot that made me shake. Colt thrust and thrust, relentless, demanding of my pleasure. I came with a hoarse cry, clutching him to me, not caring that my injured wrist twinged.
Burying his face in the side of my neck, Colt continued to piston his body into mine, and a few strokes later he came with his own guttural shout.
Our bodies stilled. The AC kicked on, cooling our heated skin. Colt shifted to slide out of me and I shivered and tightened around him, going up in flames all over again.
With a light chuckle, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and then my mouth. He went into the bathroom to take care of the condom and when he came back to bed, I crawled out.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, his voice amused, sleepy.
“To clean up,” I said, leaning over and pecking his lips. “Be just a few minutes.”
After tending to the tender spot between my legs, I washed my hands and then went back to the bedroom.
Colt’s heavy breathing told me he’d conked out. Smiling, I climbed in bed next to him and fell into a dreamless sleep.
I tried to roll over, but there was a heavy arm thrown across my waist and a warm, hard chest at my back. Sleepily, I wiggled up against him. Colt pulled me closer, his lips grazing the back of my neck.
I heard the crinkle of a foil wrapper and then Colt’s hand slid between my thighs, stroking me into a fevered pitch of desire. He moved my leg and then he was sliding into me from behind.
“Oh God,” I whispered.
Colt rocked his hips against me while his hand continued to play and tease the bundle of nerves just waiting to explode. It didn’t take long—when he kissed the sensitive spot below my ear and pressed the heel of his hand against my cleft, I broke apart around him.
He gripped my hip and rode out his own storm. Instead of pulling out immediately, he dragged me even closer so that my shoulders were against his chest.
“Well,” I murmured. “I’ve never been woken up that way before.”
His hand cupped my breast, gently teasing my nipple. “You approve, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I said with a laugh.
“I’m gonna get the coffee going.” His hand slid up from my breast to catch my chin and gently turn it toward him. He gave me a quick kiss. “Come down when you’re ready.”
When I was finally alone I took a moment to stretch and luxuriate in the soft bed, wallowing in the smell of us on the sheets. Smiling, I threw back the covers and padded to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
In search of coffee and Colt, I headed downstairs to the kitchen. Without a word, he poured me a cup of coffee and doctored it the way I liked.
As he handed it to me, he said, “We’re leaving in an hour.”
“We are? Where are we going?”
“The garage.”
“Why are you dragging me to the garage?” I demanded.
“You don’t want to be locked up in the house, and you have this odd need to pull your own weight,” he teased. “You can work for me.”
“Doing what, exactly? I’m not really mechanical.”
“You can work in the office. Answer phones. Computer shit. We both know it’s a short term gig and its only so if anyone asks, you have a legit job. Take it for what it is.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I set my cup of coffee down so I could launch myself at him. He caught me easily. I pecked his lips a few times in rapid succession. “Thank you.”