Page 47 of 7 Dirty Lies

“Looking at melikethat.”

I froze, taking stock of myself.“Likewhat?”

He swallowed his spoonful of ice cream and pushed the bowl away, his whole body suddenly tense when only a minute before he’d been so relaxed.“Don’t play dumb.Your thoughts were written all over your face and when you look at me like that all I want to do is lift you onto this countertop andfuckyou.”

That was so much more than friends.“God,Colt.”

He was in front of me in a flash, his arms surrounding me as he boxed me in.“Is that what you want, babe?Me?Gone during the day?Absent for days at a time?That’s whatyouwant?”

It was really hard to think when my body had turned into a giant ball of fire.Every time he got close something happened.My mind went blank, my skin tingled, my belly flipped.I wanted him any which way I couldgethim.

“The last time I checked a girl was allowed tofantasize.”

He pressed closer so that I could feel his erection through his thin pajamas.“Well your fantasies turn me on and it’s confusing the fuck outofme.”

My hands somehow wound up on his hips, pulling him closer.“Confused?”What was confusing?Our bodies responded like a nuclear reaction to being close.It was pretty cutanddry.

“Are we enemies?Friends?Lovers?I don’t know what to dowithyou.”

I ground against him, totally lost to the fog.“Do whatever you want.Hate me during the day, send me emails allnight.”

He nipped at my earlobe and growled.“And fuck you in the kitchen late atnight.”

I whimpered.“Yes.”Every night.Here.On this hard, coldcounter.

He lifted me and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he set me down.“I can’t think when I’m around you.”His hands were in my hair, stroking, gripping.“I just...want.” They slid down my chest and to the loop on my bathrobe, hooking his finger and pulling it free.“Ohgod.”

I was naked under my robe.Too tired to throw on a nightie or yoga pants, I wrapped myself up in a fuzzy robe, piled my hair up in a bun, and was ready to call it anight.

What a sweet reward forexhaustion.

I took his face in my hands.“I want you, Colt.Right now.However I canhaveyou.”

“What about tomorrow?This will changethings.”

“No,” I said quickly, reaching down to free his cock from his waistband.“Tomorrow you can still be angry at me.You’ll go to work.I’ll go to work.But right now?Ineedyou.”

That snapped whatever resolve he’d been holding onto.He pushed my hand away and laid his large, masculine hand against my already swollen flesh, his size and strength in contrast to my more delicate features.He pressed and rubbed, stimulating my pleasure until my head fell back because I was so losttohim.

And then he was there, pushing against me, begging for permission to be let in.“Tell me you want this.”His voice cracked.With emotion?Desperation?

“Get your cock insideme,Colt.”

He thrust hard.I gasped as he stretched me open and paused, waiting for me to welcome him home.That’s what it felt like—together we had a peace we couldn’t find anywhere else.“Yes,” Ihissed.“More.”

He groaned and pulled back before thrusting again, diving deeper.This time it was his moan that echoed through the cold, dark kitchen.“Why did you sayneed?”he asked as he buried his face in the space between my shoulder and neck, sucking and nipping.“Right now?Ineedyou.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on.“Because when I’m with you nothing else matters.I need that escape or I’ll go mad.”I got another nip for that answer, followed by a deep, slow thrust home.I cried out, scoring my nails into his shoulders.“And it’s been months since I’ve gotten to forgetitall.”

Another nip.Another thrust.Anothermoan.

“More,” he said this time.“Tell me more.”I swear he was feeding off this.Feeding on the information, the energy, his desire growing as he learned how deep myneedswent.

He laid me back, spread me out on the counter, taking me in like he’d just sat down at the greatest buffet known to man.His hands roamed and explored my flesh.“Just as I remembered.”He bent forward and sucked mynipple.

I arched up, beggingformore.

He complied with enthusiasm, his slow, lazy strokes ever so slowly bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.He drew it out, giving us both space to get lost.“This.I missed this.”He ran his hand over my stomach, around my hips, and up my thigh, hooking it behind my knee, before he reared back and thrust hard.“Do you still like it hard or has thatchanged?”

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