Page 85 of All the Missing Pieces

Another shudder swept through me as my heart pounded against my ribs. “Please,” I whispered.

His mouth curved the barest amount. “God, you’re pretty when you beg. Think that deserves a reward.”

Then both of Colt’s fingers were in the band of my shorts. In one swift move, he jerked them down my legs. My bare ass hit the cold table, and I couldn’t hold back my whimper.

But Colt was back, stepping between my knees and staring down at me. The only piece of clothing still left on my body was the tank top ringing my waist now. His gaze swept over the length of me, halting between my legs.

“Feet up on the table.” His voice was low, coated in gravel, grit, and demand.

I shivered as I obeyed, lifting one leg and then the other. Everything about the position was vulnerable, the most intimate part of me on display for him.

Those dark eyes flashed, that hint of gold coming through. “So. Fucking. Gorgeous. Glistening. Just for me.”

My lips parted as I sucked in a silent breath, tried to hold on to anything that would keep me grounded when it felt like I could just fly off the table.

Colt’s thumb glided up my thigh, the rough callused feel only adding to the sensation. Then he parted me, sliding his finger along my slit and making a soft moan slip free. “Perfect.” His finger traced my opening but never thrust inside.

“Colt.” I knew I was begging, but I didn’t give a damn at this point.

“Love the sound of my name on your lips.”

Our eyes locked and I didn’t look away. “Colt.”

Two fingers stroked in. “So damn perfect she deserves another reward.”

My back arched as he moved those fingers in and out, almost lazily, to a rhythm that was only his. But every drag across my walls was the most beautiful torture.

“Please,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed as I tried to soak up every hint of sensation.

“Please, what?” he gritted out.

“Colt,” I breathed.

“That’s my girl.” Then his fingers were gone.

I whimpered in protest, but the sound was stolen from my lips as Colt dropped to his knees. He gripped my thighs and tugged me down the table, placing my legs over his shoulders. “Don’t come, Ridley. You tell me before you’re going to come because the first time I make you shatter, I’m gonna be inside you.”

His words vibrated over my core, the combination of sound and breath washing over me, but I didn’t have a chance to protest, because his mouth was on me. His tongue circled my clit, teasing the flesh and coaxing it to attention.

His fingers were sliding in again, twisting with each flick of his wrist. The tip of his tongue delved in a precision attack, one that had me nearly breaking apart on the spot.

My breaths came faster, hands curling into fists as I tried to hold back my orgasm. Colt’s lips closed around that bundle of nerves, sucking and flicking. My whole body convulsed.

“Colt,” I begged. Everything in me cried out for release. Needing to break. Needing Colt to be the one to break me.

“Gonna come, Chaos?” The words whispered across my clit.

“Yes.”

He was on his feet in a flash. I couldn’t even pull myself together to watch him, to take in all the glory that was Colt. I heard a belt, then a zipper. The sound of a condom packet tearing, and then Colt was hovering over me. His tip bumped my entrance, and he stared down at me with those dark eyes.

Storm eyes.

Ones I could get lost at sea in, never to be found again. But I’d happily go down with that ship.

“Tell me I can have you.”

There was only one answer, and it came out on an exhale. “Yes.”

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