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“Oh my god,” she mumbles. “So good. You feel so fucking good, Colt.”

“Perfection.”

She rises up on her elbows and together we watch as I pump in and out of her. I know I’m close but I can feel she’s right there with me. The sounds she’s making are like an erotic dream.

We’re panting and our bodies are slick with sweat and even though I’m still inside her, I already can’t wait for round two.

I twist my hips and feel myself hit the spot I know will make her fall over the edge. And she does. Her mouth opens wide and she whispers, “Holy shit,” as she comes.

I can’t help but follow right behind her, grunting through my release. I come harder than I expected to.

Releasing her legs, I collapse on top of her. Our breathing is ragged but I can’t not kiss her in this moment. She moans when I slip my tongue into her mouth, hoping she can taste how fucking fantastic she tastes.

“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, kissing her once more before going to take care of the condom.

She gives me a lazy smile and nods.

When I finish and come back into the bedroom, she hasn’t moved an inch. Spread out before me, I can’t think anything but that she’s right where she belongs.

Chapter Seventeen

Layla

It’sAbout Time

I can’t wipethe smile off my face. With my back to Colt’s front, we’re snuggled together like two pieces of a puzzle. A perfect fit.

He kisses the back of my neck and nuzzles his nose against me, inhaling deeply.

“Stay tonight?”

“Just try to kick me out,” I joke. But I’m not joking at all. I think I’d cry the entire way home if he told me I had to leave right now.

“Not happening. I thought I liked you in my home but what I meant was that I like you naked in my bed. I’m burning your clothes and might just keep you locked in here for good.”

I turn in his arms so I can face him, kiss his chest and shoulder and that part on his neck that I know drives him wild.

“I might need a few minutes before I can go again.”

His growing erection tells me otherwise.

“Oh, really?” I ask, reaching between us and gripping him. “Something tells me you’re going to be ready pretty soon.”

“Insatiable,” he mumbles.

“For you.”

“Damn right for me. No one else, Layla.”

I look into his eyes and see the vulnerability there. We may have burned up our painful memories, but they’re not gone completely.

“No one but you, Colt.”

“Good. And this goes without saying, but I’m yours, too.”

Stupid tears spring to my eyes. I didn’t realize I needed to hear that from him. Just like he needed to hear it from me.

“You’re mine. Only mine.”

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