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“Good.”

“I sold the coffee shop.”

Surprised, Colt turned to face her fully. “That’s great. Is it still going to be a coffee shop?”

“Yes,” Chelsea replied with a nod. “The woman who bought it is from Seattle and was actually looking for a building to open one. Lydia told her about my shop, and she immediately wanted it. She was also very happy with the apartment above the shop.”

“That’s good, Lydia Griffin?” Colt asked.

“Yeah, do you know her?”

“I know her husband better. She’s a beautiful woman,” Colt admitted with a playful grin. When Chelsea frowned at him, he quickly added, “I’m teasing you.”

Despite herself, Chelsea couldn’t help but smile. “She is beautiful though. And so sweet.”

“Yes,” Colt agreed with a smile of his own. “But not as beautiful as you. Her husband and brother-in-law are veterinarians, and they own an equine hydrotherapy business. We’ve used it a few times for our horses.”

Chelsea nodded, then turned to look into his eyes. “Are we going to be, okay?”

Standing up from his chair, he moved to sit beside her on the couch, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I think so. We’ll work on it.”

Chelsea leaned into him. “I don’t like arguing with you. I’m so afraid you’ll leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Colt assured her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I hope not,” Chelsea whispered before looking at him with a hopeful expression. “Kiss me?”

“With pleasure,” Colt murmured before leaning in to capture her lips in a long kiss.

She leaned back. “Take me to bed. I want you so much.”

“Lead the way,” he said.

She stood, reaching for his hand. Her touch was electric, it sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins. He allowed himself to be drawn to her, led willingly up the staircase and into her bedroom.

Once inside the room, he reached into his wallet, removing a condom. Their clothes soon were discarded on the floor, revealing bodies aflame with need and want.

Colt approached her. His arms wrapped around her, strong as steel yet gentle as a summer breeze. Effortlessly, he lifted her up and cradled her against his chest before placing her on the plush bed.

Lying beside her, he savored the soft curves and contours of her body, a feast for his senses. His lips found hers in a kiss that set their souls ablaze. It was passionate but lacked haste; each touch of tongues was an exploration more intoxicating than the last.

His mouth then began its pilgrimage from her lips across her cheek onto the tender lobe of her ear where he gently sucked it into his mouth. The sensation causing a deep moan to escape from her.

The sound only fueled his passion further. His hands roamed freely over her body while his tongue continued its teasing torture around her sensitive earlobe. Each soft bite and lick served as delicious agony driving her further into realms of pleasure.

As he gently traced the curve of her body with his fingertips, their mutual desire escalated. He planted tender kisses from her neck down to her collarbone, across her chest, and onto the soft skin of her belly. Her breathing became more erratic, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath.

Guided by his passion, Colt carefully nudged her legs apart with his knee, revealing her most intimate area. The vulnerability she displayed spurred him on. He lowered his face between her thighs.

As he ran his tongue along her slit, he could feel the tremble that coursed through her body. The scent and taste of her arousal urged him on as he savored every moment of bringing pleasure to her.

He placed his lips around her swollen clitoris while his tongue moved on it in a rhythmic motion. Her fingers clutched his hair as she arched her back and let out a cry of ecstasy, submitting to the waves of pleasure that washed over her. The intimacy they shared deepened as he continued his ministrations until she was left breathless, yearning for more. Colt kissed his way up her body, then grit his teeth as he slowly pushed himself inside her, feeling every inch of her warm, wet tightness envelop him.

Her hands traced patterns on his back, her nails digging into his back and he was sure, they were leaving faint red marks. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he growled low in his throat.

This was not a simple act of physical pleasure; it was an erotic dance of seduction and surrender unfolding before them. He pulled out almost completely before sliding back in, their mutual moans a testament to the slow burn of desire that coursed through their bodies. Their hips met with each thrust, moving together in harmony as they explored new depths of intimacy.

The journey was far from over. Colt took one of her nipples between his teeth, teasing it gently before soothing it with his tongue. Her fingers traced the muscles of his arms. They lingered over each touch and kiss, every stroke of their hands or twist of their hips, eager to extend this intimate moment into an eternity.

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