I shivered.
A few moments later, I felt him spread bubbles along my skin, working slowly and gently as he cleaned me. I wanted to moan, but I bit my lip to stifle it.
“Selfish,” he muttered.
“Who? Me?”
“Me. Shoulda let you go. Shoulda gotten you out.”
“Richie tried to disappear,” I reminded him. “Look what happened to him.”
“Might’ve been different if he’d had the club to help him out.”
“None of that matters now.”
His hands moved from my back down, down, down. He rubbed circles on my thighs, his touch soothing.
“You don’t owe me anything, darlin’. You know that, right?”
I looked at him over my shoulder. His gaze was dark, but I caught the tiniest measure of vulnerability. It made my lip wobble with emotion as I thought of all that Colt had gone through alone.
“I needed you,” I said softly. “I just didn’t know I needed you.”
He sighed, taking a step closer to me and wrapping me in his arms. “Babe,” was all he said.
One day, Colt would need me too. He’d come to me, needing my touch, needing the embrace of a woman to wash away the heaviness that came with being president of a motorcycle club.
“She told me,” I admitted. “Joni.”
“What did she tell you?” he asked, brushing his lips across my shoulder.
“She told me you were worth it. That if I wanted to be with you, you’d never make me regret it.”
“When you need a rock, I can be that for you. You won’t believe me until something happens and you’re forced to lean on me. Richie’s death doesn’t count. He wasn’t someone you loved.”
“I don’t think I’d survive losing someone else I loved,” I murmured. “I’ve lost enough.”
“Yeah, darlin’. We both have.” He paused. “But life happens. And you get through it with family.”
I turned in his arms and pressed my lips to his left pectoral with the dates of his parents’ deaths. He’d never told me that’s what they were for, to honor and remember them, but he didn’t have to say it.
We understood each other without words and that was something that couldn’t be replicated or replaced.
I ran my hands up his wet, naked body, enjoying the droplets of water on his honey colored skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, reaching for the soap to lather him with bubbles.
“I’ve got scars. You’re the one who’s beautiful.”
My fingers traced one long, thin mark that marred his shoulder. “We’ve all got scars, Colt. It’s just…some of them aren’t visible.”
“You’re killing me. You know that, right?” His hands went to my hair and gently tugged my head back so I was forced to look at him. His lips took mine in a hot and hungry kiss that left me breathless. “I need you. I need to be inside of you. I can’t wait any longer.”
I gently pushed him back under the spray so that he could rinse off while I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off.
Colt shut off the water and snatched a towel from the hanging rod.
My skin prickled with goosebumps of anticipation.
It was all happening so fast with Colt, and yet it seemed inevitable.
I strode into the bedroom with Colt not far behind me. His damp skin glistened as his hungry gaze raked over me.
“Gonna lose the towel?”
Arching an eyebrow, a grin spread across my face. “You first.”
He dropped his towel and my gaze dropped with it. Colt was perfectly made, like a marble statue carved by Michelangelo himself.
And he was mine.
My hands went to my towel and I unfastened it, letting it fall to the floor.
Colt’s stare was hot as he sauntered toward me. He placed his hands on my arms, taking us down onto the bed. My back fell against the comforter with Colt looming over me. His mouth descended to take my lips in a ravenous kiss and his hands wove their way through my wet hair.
He kissed my mouth and then my neck before moving down to my breasts. His hands caressed and teased my nipples, making them ache, making me want him to lavish me with his mouth.
But he didn’t stop to worship them; he dotted kisses down my flat stomach and belly button. And then he looked up with an arrogant smile, and continued to kiss his way downward.
He spread my legs and just stared for a moment. It made me uncomfortable and I tried to close my thighs, but Colt’s hands prevented me.
“Stop,” he said softly. His eyes lifted to meet mine. “Why are you embarrassed?”
“You’re hanging out down there. It’s…weird.”
He chuckled. “This is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I gotta take a minute to enjoy it.”
I smiled at him. “You’re not at all how I thought you’d be.”
He arched a brow. “How’d you think I’d be?”
“I don’t know. Rougher. Unable to wait.”
His fingers inched across my skin to tease my folds. “Told you when I had you in my bed, I’d take my time. And that’s what I’m doing.”
Colt’s tongue slid across my aching flesh making me shudder and spread my legs wider.
He chuckled against the juncture of my thighs and continued his ministrations. He held nothing back, licking and sucking with abandon. Like a starving animal that had been lying in wait to feast.
Colt was relentless, unyielding. He gripped my hips to keep me stationary while his tongue devoured my essence.
“I knew you’d be sweet,” he murmured. “I know you’re close. I wanna hear you moan.”
He gently sucked me into his mouth and when my back bowed toward the ceiling, I came with a cry.
As I shuddered and shivered, Colt slid up my body, taking my lips with his. I tasted myself as he kissed me, and it only made me want him more.
He reached over to the bedside table and fiddled with the drawer. In a few quick motions, Colt was sheathed and his hand was on my knee, bending it so that it rested against the bed.
Colt poised at my entrance, looming over me. Eyes on mine, he slid into my body.
Even though I was slick with want, it still took a moment for me to adjust to him. And then I felt him everywhere. My nerves were on fire.
Colt’s gaze was bright and resolute. “Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded.
He skated his hand underneath me, bringing me closer to him.
“Oh God,” I moaned as another spark danced between my legs.
Colt’s thrusts were gentle at first, but then it was nothing but heat and chaos. I felt him in places I didn’t know I had. The pressure and intensity was so overwhelming that my eyes rolled back into my head.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, increasing his pace. Thoughtful desire gave way to mindless thrusting and our bodies intertwined like we were animals in heat. He growled low in my ear and when I looked down to see where our bodies connected, I saw him sliding in and out of me.
“I’m close,” he muttered.
I bucked against him and with his pelvis perfectly angled I detonated again, clenching around him hard.
With one final thrust, Colt shouted. He shuddered, his release pumping out of him.
He collapsed on top of me, our breathing ragged, our hearts ready to gallop out of our chests.