Hands flying up to my chest, she gripped my shirt and scrunched the material up between her fingers, pulling me closer instead of shoving me off her. I groaned, my fingers sliding off her face and back into her loose golden waves as I held her to me.
Kissing Emma used to be one of my favorite pastimes, and now I remembered why. Although I’d managed to convince myself over the years that it hadn’t beenthatgood, I’d been wrong. Sort of, because it wasn’t just that good—it was better.
We were like gas and flames, already on fire as soon as we started and every stroke of our tongues only adding fuel to what would soon become a raging fucking inferno. Things escalated quickly, with me walking her back until she hit a wall and clawing at her clothing just as she tugged at mine.
I wanted her more than ever, and I was going to make damn sure she knew it. That uncertainty I’d seen in her eyes needed to go. It needed to disappear and never come back. Emma was gorgeous. She was sexy, smart, sassy, and strong.
Any guy would want her, and just for tonight, while I had her, I was going to make sure she knew that she was every guy’s fantasy and dream all wrapped into one delicious package. If I left her with one thing, it would be the confidence she needed to never look that uncertain again.
18
EMMA
Our clothes hit the floor and Colt’s lips devoured mine like he was a madman about to be shipped off to prison—or Europe, in our case—and it occurred to me that I was about to get everything I’d wanted for so long. After all these years and an engagement I’d thought had meant that I’d never get to feel his mouth on mine again, he was here with me, and by the feel of things, he was as into it as I was.
I tossed caution, the risk of heartbreak, and every other reservation out the window and literally clung to him with both hands. Meanwhile, his hands made quick work of the rest of my clothes. By the time we stumbled into my bedroom without once having broken our fervent kisses, I was down to my bra and my shoes. An odd combination to be left with, but it didn’t last long anyway.
Colt pushed me back on my bed by my shoulders, and when I lay down, he ran his long fingers down the length of my calves, took hold of my shoes, and pulled them off one by one. After they fell to the floor, he lifted each of my legs in turn and pressed a quick kiss to the insides of my ankles before he nipped at them and lifted his hooded gaze to meet mine.
Lying there, I was as exposed as I’d ever been, naked except for my bra with him standing at the edge of my bed, between my parted feet. He looked at me like he’d just discovered the holy grail. On our way to the bedroom, I’d managed to get his shirt and belt off. He’d kicked off his shoes and I’d unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, but they were still on.
As I looked back at him, my gaze drinking him in the same way he was doing to me, it wasn’t the very obvious huge bulge between his legs or even the beautifully powerful muscles in his torso that got to me, but the fact that it was him. This was Colt Eldridge standing half-naked in front of me. It was his eyes, obsidian in the darkness of the room, that couldn’t seem to look away from me. His black hair all tousled from having had my fingers in it while we kissed. His handsome face with that stormy expression on it that people got when they were seriously turned on.
It was unbelievable to me that it was him, but as I hooked my feet around his thighs to prompt him into motion and felt the steel of his legs underneath my bare skin, I knew he was real. This was real. It wasn’t just another one of the occasional dirty dreams I’d had about him or another flashback to a time long since gone.
This was happening right here and right now, and when he smirked when he felt my feet urging him to me, the corners of his lips hooked up in the sexiest way possible. I smiled back. I couldn’t help it. I knew he was going to have questions about it, but as I reached for him and stroked my fingers through his hair, he let out a soft groan and opted to use his lips for ravaging mine again instead of asking.
“God, Emma,” he murmured against my lips as his hands raked up and down my sides. “This feels so fucking good.”
I nodded, my forehead brushing against his as I did. “It feels so good, you’re going to have a big wet spot on your jeans if you keep doing that and you don’t take them off.”
He bit back another groan but didn’t lift his hips away from mine. “I’ll never wash them again. In fact, I think I’ll have to have them framed and put them up against the wall in my bedroom back home.”
So surprised that I laughed, I pulled back to look at him. “You’re not serious, are you? That’d be so awkward. How would you explain to people why you have jeans framed on your wall?”
He shrugged, smirking again as he brought his lips back to mine and planted another soft kiss on them. “Why would I need to explain anything to anyone? I don’t give a fuck if it’s weird. It’s my bedroom, and I never want to wash you off me. I’d have said I’ll abstain from brushing my teeth and showering for the rest of my life, too, but that probably wouldn’t go over well at work.”
My heart stuttered when he mentioned work because I knew that one day too soon, it would be taking him away from me again, but then his mouth slowly started traveling south and I locked down my brain, not wanting to miss even a second of this by thinking about the day he would be gone again.
As his lips caressed my skin, I got goosebumps and felt a rush of warmth between my legs. It was completely embarrassing how wet I was, but I refused to break the moment by making some witty comment about it. I wanted him too much, and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing that he would know it as soon as he reached his obvious target.
My entire body arched as he sucked my nipples into his hot mouth, and my thoughts scattered to the four corners of the globe. Colt had always made me feel things that no one else could, but this experience was almost transcendent. It was hotter than ever, but it was also more than that. He kissed me almost worshipfully, dragging his lips over every inch of my skin and letting out these soft noises of pleasure while he did it.
I gave over to the sensation, letting my legs fall open as I reached for him, only just managing to get a grip on his waistband and pushing it down before he slid out of my reach. His hands disappeared for a second, and I almost protested until I felt them moving between my legs as he finished the job of taking off his pants.
Knowing that he was now fully naked, I moaned and pushed my fingers into his hair. “Colt. Please?”
“I’m getting there, gorgeous,” he murmured against my lower stomach, his hot breath on my damp skin giving me goosebumps again. “I don’t plan on rushing anything tonight, but don’t worry. I won’t make you wait too long.”
“It’s already been too long,” I muttered in protest, and he hummed his agreement but didn’t relent.
After what felt like an eternity of me writhing and moaning, toying with his hair and running my fingers over every part of him I could reach, he finally sealed his mouth over me and gave me a long lick. My hips bucked off the mattress and I cried out his name, my hands burying themselves in his thick, short hair.
He chuckled against me, but thankfully, he didn’t stop until his tongue and later his fingers had sent me soaring to the heavens above. Hearing a choir of angels singing had nothing on an orgasm coaxed out of me by this boy.No, this man.
It was blissful. A toe-curling, body-quivering climax that made me scream and beg for more. Colt happily obliged, working me up into another frenzy before he finally crawled back up the length of my body and rested his weight on his forearms planted beside my head.
I smelled the scent of myself on him with his face hovering right about mine, but I didn’t even care. Lifting my jelly-like arms, I wrapped them around his neck and pulled him down, kissing him as I hooked my legs around his hips and tried to push him into me.