“Yeah, I know you were terrified,” he rumbled. “You screamed in your sleep.”
“I did?”
He nodded. Colt settled back down and pulled me into his side. I lay my head against his chest and breathed him in, enjoying the comfort of him.
“Think you can go back to sleep?”
“I don’t know, I’m still pretty shaken.” My fingers swirled across his chest and then began to inch lower underneath the covers to find Colt hard.
I loved that he slept in the nude.
He groaned. Turning his head, his lips sought mine. His kiss melted my body until I was nothing but want. Colt rolled me onto my back, his hands easing down my underwear. His fingers found me wet and ready.
Colt reached for the condom on the bedside table. Soon, his large hands were back on me, driving me wild. His lips seized mine in a voracious kiss.
I moaned against him when his fingers delved between my legs.
“Christ, woman,” he murmured. His hand skimmed along my leg to gently push it open. And then he was inside me in one swift motion.
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.”
His response was to squeeze my ass. “Go take a shower. I’m ready when you are.”
I slid down his body and then headed up to Colt’s bathroom. While I was lathering my hair, I heard the door open and the sound of his heavy boots across the tile.
“Please, God tell me you’re almost done in there,” he muttered.
“Nearly.”
“Christ. You’re wet and naked and I’m about to climb in there with you.”
“I wouldn’t object.”
We made it out of the house two hours later.
My body felt like it was made of butter and my mind was muddled from the attention Colt had given me in the shower. He certainly kept me on my toes. One moment he was driving into me fast and hard, making me scream in pleasure. Another moment and he was sinking into me slow, making me beg for more.
I stole a glance at him. His eyes were shielded behind a pair of aviators. The strong breadth of him in his leather cut made me sigh.
He turned his head ever so slightly and grinned. “Like what you see?”
“Kinda, yeah.” I smiled back. I reached over and stroked his jaw. “Do you ever shave?”
“Rarely.”
“Good.”
His laugh was easy and full. I was getting addicted to the sound. I liked to think I had something to do with it—after all I’d noticed a change in myself after a short time with Colt. Somehow he’d battled through my walls, dismantling them stone by stone.
I’d had relationships before—I knew the early stages were spent in bed. But it felt different with Colt. Maybe it was because of how we met. Maybe it was because of who Colt was—a man who lived by his own rules and had grown up with two parents who’d had love at first sight.
Colt finally pulled into the bike garage parking lot. He cut the engine and engaged the parking brake.
“Ah, sweet freedom,” I said with a grin. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
I pointed to the green truck in the corner of the lot. “That’s mine!” I got out of and ran to my truck and all but flung myself across the hood. “I’ve missed you!”
Colt chuckled from somewhere behind me, but I didn’t care.
“Give me the keys,” I demanded, looking at him, my cheek still pressed to the faded paint.
“One condition,” he said, reaching into his jeans pocket. “You don’t go for a joy ride and then decide to leave town.”
I held up my cast wrist. “Have you forgotten how hard it will be to drive stick?”
His smile was slow. “I dunno, babe. You handled my stick well the other night.”