Colt fucked her. He became downright primitive as he mated, pounding his dick into her tight hole, her mewls of pleasure urging him on. Her red ass, her restrained hands, the feel of her pussy fluttering around his cock as he stroked long and hard—it was everything. Avery belonged to him. There was no longer any doubt. Every facet of his being roared: mine.
A feral need built inside him to claim this wild woman, not just for the duration of her stay, but for all time. She drove him crazy and made him sizzle with a glance, stirred him as no other woman ever had. He loved that he could be just a man with her, a Dom so enamored, he forgot all protocol in his rush to claim her, to own her, hell, mayhap to even love her.
She didn’t see the family fortune when she looked at him, she saw him. It made her priceless and precious.
He needed her lips. Releasing her hands, Colt drew her body up, but never stopped pounding her hot channel, until her back was flush against his torso. He shoved her shirt up high and pinched her nipples. Then he turned her head and captured her lips for a torrid mating before he lifted his mouth. He wanted to send her flying.
“While you’re here, who does this pussy belong to?” He swatted her pussy and felt her sex clench around his driving shaft.
“You!” she sobbed.
He swatted her pussy again and again as he drove into her. Her head lolled against his shoulder. The ecstasy on her face had him pumping his hips even faster. At the next whack of his hand against the plump folds of her labia, she screamed. “Colt!”
The spasming clench of her cunt squeezed him, forcing his climax. It arced through him as he emptied inside her, thrusting wildly as he came undone. And he knew that no matter what, this time with her would stick with him over the course of his life. That no matter where he went or who he was with, she had made an indelible mark upon his soul.
And, he feared, even his heart.
He lowered them down to the couch until they lay on their sides, and he spooned her back. She felt right within the circle of his arms. Colt coveted her, resolved to never let her go. With his lips beside her ear, he murmured, “Woman, you need a keeper.”
“And you think it’s automatically you?” she asked, shifting enough so that she could look at him.
He stroked her cheek with the backs of his knuckles, committing her face to memory, feeling his unused heart beat—for her. “Someone has to look after you when you put yourself at risk that way. Those things can kill. Do you understand? No more traipsing off to Bali or the Amazon rainforest, no more gazing at stars or the comet you discovered. You got lucky this time, but eventually, luck runs out, and I would hate to see the life in you, that spark that attracts me to you, snuffed out. For you to die in such a horrible way as being mauled by a predator like that…”
She shifted even more until she could circle her arms around him, her eyes warm and the corners of her lips curling. “I’ll have you know, I did just fine before you came into my life, even when things looked grim and were rather dangerous. But…” she pressed her finger over his lips when he would have commented, “I’m glad you were here when I needed you. I appreciate that, when I called, you came to my rescue. I’m not used to people being there for me, not like that. And you need to know, I’m always going to have an independent streak, it’s too ingrained in my personality. I like doing things on my own most of the time. But I must admit, I like it when you get all dominant that way when we’re having sex, and the things you sometimes say to me during it. I don’t know why I enjoy letting you be all overbearing like that, but I do. Do you have to go back to work, or do you think your boss will let you off for the rest of the day?”
Avery was a rare gem, unafraid to call him out and challenge him. She knew her mind, and wasn’t afraid to admit what Colt made her feel. She was honest and open and giving. It thrilled him that he didn’t have to coerce her to admit she enjoyed submitting, that she confronted the fact dead on. And it made him wonder if they could have a future together beyond the days she had left at the cabin.
“I have it on good authority that I can stay. I just need to make a few calls,” he said. Because if all he was going to get was this slice of time with her, he wasn’t going to miss another moment. No more making himself miserable by staying away just to see if he could be without her. He didn’t want to avoid her anymore, he wanted to steep himself in her, submerge himself in the deep end and not come up for air until their time ran out. Adjusting his jeans first, he shifted her body so he could rise from the couch to make his calls.
He pressed a brief kiss against her forehead before striding away. At the front door, after he had assessed that the mountain lion had not returned, he glanced back at her and said, “Avery.”
“Yes?” She looked up from her seat on the couch where she had just finished yanking her jeans back into place, an inquisitive look on her stunning face.
“I’m glad you’re here too. Stay inside. I’m going to check and see if the mountain lion returned to the area while I make those calls.”
She saluted him, her shirt still shoved up over the top of her breasts, nipples peeking out from her bra. She was so fucking beautiful, she made him ache. And her smart aleck response made him chuckle, even as she stirred his lust at the sight of her body.
His woman was anything but dull.
9
On Thursday morning before the sun rose, Avery felt the mattress shift and the warmth at her back from Colt’s body heat withdraw. She rolled over, holding the covers to her chest. In the misty early morning light, Colt dressed in the jeans and flannel he’d worn last night. When Avery thought about the last two nights, her face flamed, and her body all but melted through the floorboards. Her cowboy was an amazing, intense lover, who took her breath away. She almost whimpered when he covered up all those acres of hewn, rock hard muscles that had been made from working long hours outdoors. His rough, working man’s hands gave her such an erotic thrill each time they touched her.
And since the mountain lion incident, he had spent the last two nights with her. Avery was growing to depend on his presence in her life and in her bed each night. The fact was, she didn’t want him to leave. She wanted to shut out the outside world and spend every minute she could with him. They had more than enough food, and her equipment was recording what she needed, so they could stay cocooned in bed, gorging on each other until her time here was up.
She sighed. “Are you sure you can’t stay?”
Colt turned the light on and shot her a heated glance. She was amazed that, after all their sensual excesses overnight, his look could still cause her belly to flutter and body to heat. “I have to work, unfortunately, or I would stay and ravish you again. In fact, I’d like nothing more than to spend the day in bed with you.”
She wanted that too, wanted to forget her research and the outside world. Had there ever been a man who made her forget her research before? Who made her calm and made her burn within the same breath? She pouted, nibbling on her bottom lip, and said, “Your boss must be a real slave driver. So there’s a meteor shower this weekend. You should come stay then.” That would give her two uninterrupted days and nights with him.
“For the weekend?” he asked and quirked a dark brow.