Page 14 of 7 Dirty Lies

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of my throat.“You scare me a little.I’ve already caught myself forgetting.It’s so easy to get lost in you.”He pressed another kiss to the other side.“I might not want to go back after two dayswithyou.”

He wanted this—all of this.Two days of nothing butthis.I began unbuttoning his shirt.“I thought I told you to leave all that outside my door.There is only right now, Colt.And right now I want tofuckyou.”

His breath caught.“And Iwantyou.”

“So what’s the problem?”I pressed my palm to the bare skin of his chest.“You feel this, right?This crazy feeling every time Itouchyou?”

He noddedslowly.

“I’ve never felt anything like it.Haveyou?”

“No.Never.”

I placed my other hand on his chest, too.“Don’t you want to know why?How farthisgoes?”

When he didn’t immediately rip my clothes off I slid my hands up his chest, up his neck, and around his face so that my fingers were in his soft hair, then leaned forward until we kissed.This was a man used to being in control, and that control was probably what kept his world moving forward.He was holding onto the last shred of it and I could tell he craved the freedom of letting it go, even if giving in to his feelings towards me scared the piss outofhim.

But the minute I brushed my tongue along his lips, asking to be let in, it was all over.His control snapped.I’d unleashed thebeast.

“Oh god,” he moaned as he surged againstme.“Yes.”

In a series of moves so fast I couldn’t keep track, our clothes disappeared.I’m pretty sure something was torn.Maybe my underwear?Possibly his.It didn’t really matter.We were naked and touching and his skin was on mine...the details weremeaningless.

“Colt, yes,” I groaned as I desperately searched for his cock in the darkness.It was night and we hadn’t bothered with lights, but the moon was full and shining through my open windows.The ocean breeze drifted through my bungalow, sending the white curtains dancing.It would have been so easy to get lost in the romance of it all.The white beach, the waves crashing outside, the moonlight...but there wasn’t any time to dwell on anyofit.

He gasped as I wrapped my hand around him, his hipsjerking.“Yes.”

He was large and warm and soft.My inner muscles clenched in anticipation.I fisted him several times before I was airborne, landing on my stomach, my legs wrenched apart, my knees on the ground, as Colt parted my folds and circled my clit, a split second before his mouth was on mycenter.

A jolt of pleasure shot through me, opening my lungs and igniting my own desire for more.“Stop thinking,” hegrowled.

Was I thinking?Maybe.But only about him.How to please him, how to own his body for the next two days.I wanted all of it—everything he had tooffer.

And then his mouth was gone.I was empty and aching for more when he slammedintome.

I cried out, bucking offthebed.

“I told you to stop thinking.Next time you don’t listen it will happen again.”He moved inside me, slowly pushing deeper, stretching me with each stroke, until he was deepinsideme.

Then he stopped and took my hips in his hands, pressing evendeeper.

His method worked, even if it was a bit unconventional.There were no thoughts in my head other than Colt, his cock, and how amazing it felt to bewithhim.

He pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades as he caressed my skin.“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”His voice was softer now.Gentler.

“No.Just surprised.”And maybe a little painful, but in a way I wanted to feel all overagain.

“You feel so good, Annie.”Then he pulled out and flipped me over so that I was lying in the middle of my bed.“So good I never want to stop.”This time I got to watch the transformation on his face as he entered me.The ecstasy.The way he shuddered when my body fluttered around him, the way his eyes became dark and wild, the way his gorgeous muscles flexed as he moved inside me.“All I can think about right nowisyou.”

And he wanted us on equal footing.Well, mission accomplished.The whole world could go down in flames for all I cared.“How can I make you feel good, Colt?”I arched up to meet his slowstrokes.

“Youalreadyhave.”

Well that couldn’t be everything.“How do I make you comeundone?”

“Come undone?”He surged inside me and I cried out.His eyes grew large and hungry, drinking in the sight of my body.“Seeing the way you react, watching the way I make you cry out for more...that’s allIneed.”

I was beginning to understand Colt more and more.If I was right, and I was pretty sure I was, Colt rarely got the opportunity to do what he wanted.His work was an obligation he felt compelled to perform well, but it wasn’t his passion.What he needed was a safe space for him to lose control, put down his responsibilities, andseein the moment the result of his passion...that was what he needed more thananythingelse.

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