Page 115 of All the Missing Pieces

My heart pounded against my ribs. Because that was what Colt was to me.

His fingers trailed higher up my thigh, freezing as he came to the apex. “Tell me you aren’t sleeping in just a T-shirt.”

I bit my bottom lip. “I’m not sleeping in just a T-shirt.”

He flipped me to my back, hovering over me. “You little liar.”

I grinned up at him, a giggle slipping free.

Colt’s eyes darkened. “MyT-shirt.”

I froze. I’d forgotten I’d put the old, worn cotton tee on last night in the search for comfort. “It’s soft,” I said defensively, trying to deny my real reason for slipping it on.

Those shadowy depths skated over me. “Love the look of you in my clothes.”

“Colt—”

He stole the sentence off my lips as he jerked the tee up and over my head. He flipped it behind me, making me arch on instinct, my breasts raising up higher. “Grab the headboard, Chaos.”

I sucked in a sharp breath as my blood heated. Shadows danced in Colt’s eyes, ones that held a delicious promise. He was like a drug. I kept telling myself just one more taste would be enough. One more night where I lost myself to the feel of him. One more endless moment offeeling.

I’d made countless promises to Avery that I would live. And no one made me feel more alive than Colter Brooks.

My hands lifted to the rustic metal bars above my head, the ones that fit so well with the rest of the décor in the room. But décor was the last thing on my mind as the rough texture bit into my palms. There was something about that, the friction of the metal against my skin as I waited for what Colt would do next.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Colt’s head came down, his mouth closing around my nipple as his hand dipped between my thighs. My back arched further, seeking everything that was him. His hands, his tongue, the slight graze of his teeth.

Another moan slipped free, and I didn’t try to hold it back. I let it fly and pushed my hips into Colt’s hand.

“My greedy girl,” he growled against my breast.

And I was. For him.

Two fingers slid inside on an easy glide as his tongue circled my nipple.

“Colt,” I breathed.

Those fingers swirled, stretching me. The slight burn melted into smoky heat—a heat I only wanted to sink deeper into.

A third finger joined the first two, and my mouth fell open, no words slipping free. I could only grip the bars above me harder as I tried to hold on, to soak up every ounce of sensation.

Then Colt’s mouth was gone, but his fingers kept working. That circle, then slide. The curving drag of fingertips down my walls until I was ready to beg.

As if he could read my mind, Colt’s other hand slid along my jaw. “Need more?”

I sucked in air, desperate for something to cling to. “Yes.”

“But not justanymore. Tell me who you want.”

My head jerked, searching for those shadowy eyes. And when I found them, they burned. Branded me in a way that I knew I’d never be the same. I knew what Colt wanted. And the damn bastard played dirty.

But I couldn’t lie to him. Not while staring into those depths I knew housed a soul that understood mine. Depths that trulysawme.

“I want…you.” The words tumbled out between pants.

Colt’s fingers were gone in a flash and his boxer briefs shucked in a split second. His tip bumped against my entrance as he stared down at me. “Tell me again.”

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