Page 105 of Need You
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Getting a room.” He whipped out the same card he’d used to pay the bill and slapped it on the counter. “Just give us whatever you’ve got.”
It was a king suite for nine hundred dollars. Delaney gasped.
“This is crazy. Here, put it on mine.” She rummaged through her purse for her wallet. When she raised her head with her credit card in hand Colt shot her a look, one that said,don’t you dare. She quickly put the Visa away.
The reservationist gave them key cards and asked if they needed a bellboy for their luggage. The young woman wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.
“I’ve got it.” Colt practically shoved Delaney toward the elevator.
When they got inside and the doors shut, she said, “You’re insane. Nine hundred dollars!”
He pinned her against the wall and kissed her. “Shush. Don’t be a buzz kill.”
His mouth and tongue tasted like chardonnay and melted her insides as he licked inside her. She clutched his shirt, trying to hold on and stretch up to his height to take the kiss deeper. Even with her three-inch heels she was a good six inches shorter than him.
The door slid open and they stopped kissing long enough to find their room and jam the key card in the door. They got just inside the threshold when Colt unzipped the back of her dress.
“Very pretty but it’s gotta go.”
She let it slither down her body and stepped out of it. He leaned against the wall, slowly took her in from head to toe, and let out a low whistle. Then he reached out and yanked her against him while she wrestled with his belt buckle.
“Slow down,” he said. “I want to look at you some more.” He gazed down her bra and she felt him grow harder against her belly.
“I want your clothes off.” She untucked his shirt from his jeans, and he chuckled.
“Demanding, aren’t you?”
“Why should I stand here half naked if you’re going to stay fully clothed?”
He conceded her point with a bob of his head, then traced the lace on her bra with his finger. “I like this. And this.” His hand moved to her matching lace panties and he rimmed the elastic waist with his thumb, dipping in just low enough to tantalize her but not enough to stop the pulsing between her legs.
“Colt?” She let out a moan as he started to slide his hand lower. “Please.”
“Please, what? Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want,” she said, her words coming out in halted breaths.
“Say it,” he whispered in her ear. “Tell me.”
She shivered as he continued to touch her. Colt pushed her against the wall, got down on his knees, slid her panties down her legs, nudged her legs apart, and kissed her so deeply she lost her mind. And her balance.
“I’ve got you, baby.” He clasped her hips in his large hands. “Tell me what you want.”
She couldn’t breathe, let alone talk. What he was doing felt so good. He ran kisses up and down the inside of her thighs, teasing. She tangled her fingers in his hair and guided his head ... his wonderful mouth ... to the place that quivered for him.
“This? You want this?” He delved his tongue in deep, making her cry out something nonsensical and slam her hands against the wall for purchase.
“Yes,” she said as he tortured her with that clever mouth of his. Sweet, sweet torture. “Colt, Colt.”
She felt herself clench and shudder as he brought her to climax. It seemed to go on forever, her entire body shaking, her legs wobbling, and her heart pounding. Colt lifted his head to watch her.
“Good?”
She tilted her head back against the wall, shut her eyes, and tried to catch her breath. “Mm-hmm.”
He got to his feet, picked her up, and carried her to the bed, where he gently laid her down. She heard his boots drop to the floor and the swish of his pants followed. Lifting up on her elbows, she watched him undo the first few buttons on his shirt, give up, and drag it over his head. He stood there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that barely contained his arousal. In under a second he shucked the shorts, too. He grabbed a foil packet from his wallet and tossed it onto the side table. And then he was on top of her, kissing and fondling her breasts. The hairs on his chest tickled as he moved over her, touching and licking until she burned and begged.
