Bringing one hand up, he grips my jaw. So hot. His eyes on mine, searching, looking deep into my soul. “I. Kissed. You,” he repeats, emphasizing every word.
He. Kissed. Me.
Oh...
I gasp and Colt’s lips quirk up at the sides, a slight smirk before his mouth descends on mine again and I melt into a puddle at his feet.
Our hands are frantic, moving, touching everywhere as realization sets in. The enormity of his actions. A simple kiss. An enormous meaning.
He. Kissed. Me.
He. Is. In. Love. With. Me.
His body is hard and hot against mine. Strong. His tongue is demanding, dominating my mouth as he devours me right here against his car. I caress his cheeks, tug on his hair, rub my hands over his chest. It’s too much, and not enough. I want him closer, need to push him away.
I need more.
More kisses, more touches, more breaths across my lips, more nips at my collarbone, more sighs and groans.
More of him.
“I’m sorry for hurting you,” he whispers against my lips, his fingers digging into my back, clutching me to him.
“It’s okay.” I pull his mouth back to mine not ready to stop yet.
He drags his mouth down my neck, licking and nipping at my skin. “I didn’t want people to think bad of you.”
“They’ll be talking now.” I moan as he drags his teeth across my collarbone.
“Fuck ‘em.” He comes up and bites my bottom lip, pulling it into his mouth. I see stars.
He nudges my feet apart, sliding his knee between my legs, and I’m this close to becoming the girl that humps his thigh.
I can’t help it, I laugh. Colt pulls back, panting, a curious expression on his face.
“Sorry.” But I’m not, not really. His leg is still pressed against my center, and my shame went out the window the moment Colt’s lips brushed mine in the middle of a crowded party while I was sitting on another guy’s lap.
“What?”
“Just thinking I’m about ready to ride your thigh right here if you don’t take me home now.”
Colt flashes a cheeky smile and rubs his thigh against me. He groans. “Baby, I have so much more you can ride than my thigh.” He drags me across his leg, and I sigh, my head falling to his chest. I breathe him in, smiling when I recognize my body wash on his skin as he brings his lips to my ear and whispers, “Like my face.”
35
Colt
Em reaches for the door handle and pulls it open. Sliding into the passenger with a smile she arches an eyebrow, and I chuckle. She made the right choice.
I lean in, unable to stop myself, and press a quick hard kiss to her mouth.
Fuck.
I should have kissed her the first time she asked. I was a fool for waiting so long.
I close the door and run around to the driver’s side, more than eager to get home as fast as possible.
Em chuckles when I climb in and put the car in drive. Slamming my foot on the gas, I take off toward home.
“In a hurry?”
I glare at her and she only laughs more.
It takes about two minutes to get home, and I’m out of the car before I’ve even switched off the ignition. Ignoring Em’s amused laugh, I rush around to her side and drag her out of the car.
Sliding my fingers into her hair, I push back against the car and brush my lips across hers so softly they barely touch. Em tilts her face up, lips parted and tries to close the distance, but I pull back. Her eyebrows furrow and she frown.
I cup her cheek and bite my lip.
So fucking nervous.
“Em…”
“Colt,” she whispers, clutching my shirt and pressing her body against mine.
I want her. Need her. I’m desperate. She’s everything I’ve always had, but didn’t know I was missing.
My hand trembles on her skin and my stomach twists itself into knots. “Em, I…” I can’t do it. I can’t form the words I need to say. She smiles and nods encouragingly. “I’d really like to dick you now.”
“I’d really like that too.” Her tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip.
I growl, sliding my hands down to her hips and lifting her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and kisses and bites the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder as I carry her into the building and up to our apartment.
I lower her to her feet and it’s on. Fumbling with the keys as her hands pull my shirt up, I manage to get them in the lock and push Em through the door before I take her against the wall in the hall.
We’re frantic, rushing and stumbling over our feet as we tear each other’s clothes off. I reach for her as she reaches for me. Our mouths collide, and we’re all teeth and tongues and hands. Pushing her back against the door, I drag my mouth down her body, kissing and sucking her skin, pausing long enough to take each nipple in my mouth, making her arch her back and moan, before continuing on my journey.
Dropping to my knees, I part her legs and grin up at her. Her eyes darken and go wide as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and grips my hair in her hands. I devour her with my mouth and explore her with my fingers. Touching and tasting, stroking her with my tongue. Sliding, swirling, and probing until her body quakes, spasming as she cries out pulling on my hair. Her legs tremble and she comes undone.
Kissing my way back up her body, her fingers dance across my shoulders, and chest, over my abs and hips. Em cups my cheek with her hand and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, she smiles.
I grab her waist and lift her with every intention of taking her to bed, but when she wraps her legs around my waist and my erection presses against her, I lose what little control have left.
She shifts her hips and tightens her legs around me, encouraging me, tempting me, teasing me.
“Stop,” I say, pushing her hips back a fraction.
Her eyes dart between mine, confused. “What’s wrong?” she whispers. Her voice soft and trembling slightly.
“I need to say something.”
Now before I become a douche and blurt it out at the wrong time.
I lean in and trace her jaw with my nose. Bringing my lips to her ear, I take a deep breath. “I love you.”
She gasps, her hands grip my shoulders a little tighter, nails digging into my skin.
“Always have.” I continue. “From the first time we kissed on April twenty-seven.”
I pull back and Em’s eyes flash. “April twenty-seven?”
With a grin, I nod.
“Your tattoo. The mystery date is April twenty-seven. You commemorated our first kiss?”
“I commemorated all our firsts.” I release her, sliding her down my body with a groan and turning to the side to show her the new dates I had added while we weren’t speaking.
Her fingers trace over the ink as she recites the dates, laughing and rolling her eyes when she realizes they’re sex related. “All our firsts.” I remind her.
“I love it,” she says, reaching up for my face and pulling me down to kiss her. “And I love you. Now dick me.”
I throw my head back in laughter, but do as I’m told. Sweeping her into my arms and carrying her to the bed, where I bury myself in her, so deep I can’t come up for air even if I wanted to.