Page 13 of Sweet and Wild

“Swear on my mama’s life. God rest her soul.”

I frown and stare at him, confused. “Why not? You could have any girl in this town, or in the tristate area for that matter.”

His grin is sincere and so deliciously sweet because it’s all mine. “There’s only one girl I’ve had my eye on since I was old enough to know what kissing was.”

I slap his chest playfully. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious. And I am seriously in love with her, with everything she does, with everything she thinks, feels, and says.”

“Well, you’ll have to introduce me so I can kick her ass. I can’t have my man obsessing over some other girl.”

He laughs and tugs at my Daisy Dukes. “In case you didn’t know, it’s you, Lemon Winchester.”

I grin and slide off him, unfastening the button and zip on my shorts. Then I wriggle out of them. I still have my panties on, and he’s still wearing his jeans, but Colt pulls me close to him as if he can’t bear not touching me. His hands slide between my legs, and I know he can feel the wetness soaking the thin fabric. He pushes them aside and gently caresses me, the pads of his fingers seeking out my honey and sliding up to cover my clit. He draws tiny circles around my swollen flesh and my knees threaten to give out.

“Colt.” I pant. His lips find my neck and shoulder as he intensifies his stroking. “Colt, please?”

“Come for me again, Lemonade,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, causing gooseflesh to erupt over my skin. My legs quiver and my breath comes in short, sharp pants. I’m so close to coming again that I don’t want to stop, but I need him inside me. I grab his wrist with every intention of yanking it away, but I can’t. Fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids and tremors rock my body. He kisses me as he lays me down on the blanket.

I’m a limp noodle. I’m euphoric. I’m floating, and all I can do is watch as he takes off his jeans and fishes a condom out of his wallet, tears into the foil wrapping with his teeth, and rolls it on. His dick juts out proudly, and I’ve never seen one up close and in real life, but he is perfect. A dusky rose, thick and long, and definitely hard.

I swallow and Colt glances from my breasts to my face. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Absolutely,” I say with a courage I no longer quite feel.

“It’s okay to back out, Lemon.”

“Colton Hayes, do you wanna have sex with me or not?”

He grins. He freaking grins as if I’m the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. He glances down at his dick and back at me. “I think we both know the answer to that.”

“Then do it already.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He eases my panties down, then he climbs between my legs, his much larger frame lowering over mine and settling between my thighs. I wasn’t expecting him to be quite so heavy, and I feel like I’m suffocating as his weight presses me into the hard ground. He seems to realize this because he supports his weight with one elbow as he guides himself inside. Pain tears through me, paralyzing me beneath him. “Lemon?”

“I’m okay,” I say, but the words turn to a whimper as tears roll down my face to melt into my hair.

“Shit. Darlin’, I’m sorry.” Colt hangs his head and tries to pull out, but I cling to him.

“Don’t stop. Please, Colt.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you. Maybe we should wait?”

“Wait for what? Me to be old and gray?”

He chuckles and it does interesting things to my insides. A little of the excitement and heat I’d felt just moments ago arcs through me again.

“Why don’t you slip your hands between us and show me how you touch yourself when I’m not around?”

I bite my lip and wriggle my hand into the space between our bodies as Colt lifts his hips. I touch my clit, the sensation so electric with the pressure of him inside me. As my hunger for him, for pleasure, and for release grows, I feel my walls start to relax. A new tension twists through my body—want, need, desire—all for him.Only for him.

“Jesus, Lemonade. I’ll never grow tired of watching you fuck yourself while your pussy clamps around my cock.” Colt groans in my ear, and I realize it’s me who’s moving. He’s given me all of the control in this situation, and I’m the one bucking beneath him, taking my pleasure from him and not the other way around. I can feel the tension in his whole body, the restraint he must be using to hold back and let me explore this new world of craving and carnality, but I want to feel him lose control too.

“Colt?” I pant.

“Mmm?”

“I … I want you to fuck me.”

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