Page 92 of Need You
“Keys.” He stuck his hand out.
“I left them in my purse in your truck.”
“Shit.” He ran back with her still in his arms, her giggles loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. “Shush.”
He opened the door, juggling her with one arm as he reached across the seat and grabbed the handbag.
“Wow, you’re strong,” she said.
She didn’t weigh that much and he didn’t want to let go of her. Not even for a second.
He threw the purse at her. “Hurry up and find your keys.” Otherwise he was going to take her on the hood of his Ford.
“Got ’em.” She giggled some more.
He jogged back, turned the key in the lock, carried her over the threshold, and kicked the door closed with his foot. Mounting the stairs, he asked where her bedroom was. He’d only been inside her studio.
“Go left,” she said when they got to the landing.
He backed her against the hallway wall and kissed her long and hard. Desperate to get her clothes off ... to get inside her. “Foreplay next time, okay?”
She moaned something indecipherable. He took it as she was good with him going straight to the main course and got her into the bedroom, where he stripped off her clothes as quickly as he could. His eyes glided over her body, slowly taking her in. Jesus, she was gorgeous. Full, firm breasts, flat belly, curvy hips, and legs that wouldn’t quit. As far as he knew he didn’t have a foot fetish, but for some bizarre reason her toenails—pink this time—made him harder than a concrete wall. She went for his belt and he pushed her hands away, afraid he’d come before he even got his pants off. That hadn’t happened since Lucy Singleton had let him get to third base behind the pump house at the lake. He’d been fifteen and still couldn’t look at her without remembering the humiliation.
“Please,” Delaney said, the word coming out in a single breath.
He groped with his buckle, got it undone, and pushed his jeans down, managing to kick them off without tripping over his own legs. Impatient, she got up on the bed on her knees and tugged his shirt over his head. He shucked his shorts and stood over her, naked, his hands itching to touch her breasts. She pulled him down onto her frilly comforter and he mounted her.
Remembering protection, he hung off the edge of the bed and searched the floor for his pants. In the back pocket he found his wallet and a condom. She practically ripped it out of his hand and opened the foil package with her teeth. Before she could put it on him, he tore it away. If she touched him, it would be over before it started. Colt sheathed himself and let his hands wander over her body, wanting to feel every inch of her and weigh her breasts in his palms.
Her skin was soft and smelled like expensive perfume, flowery but not overly sweet, a scent he’d come to know as purely Delaney. She had on fancy underthings, which he planned to pay more attention to later. Right now all he could think about was getting inside her, feeling her supple body underneath his.
She moaned as he kissed the inside of her thighs, spreading open for him. His fingers explored, finding her wet and ready. In one swift motion, he entered her. She adjusted herself so that he could go deeper and he about lost his mind.
“Jesus, Delaney.”
“It’s been a while.”
He slowed his pace and framed her face with his hands. “You okay?” He started to pull out but she stopped him.
“I’m fine.... It’s so good.”
“Good” was a freaking understatement. “I’ll go slow for a little while.” Colt was happy just to be enveloped in her warmth and to hear her sweet little moans of pleasure.
He kissed her, darting his tongue in her mouth to the rhythm of his strokes. God, she was so responsive, her body arching to accommodate him. He sucked her breasts, licking her nipples, and she shivered.
“Colt?”
“Hmm?”
“Faster now, please.”
He quickened the pace, pumping in and out, his hands kneading her firm ass, pulling her closer. She wrapped her heels around his back and he increased the tempo until he felt her clench and shudder, calling his name.
That’s when he let himself go, taking his release, which seemed to go on forever. He lay there for a few minutes, trying to catch his breath, trying to figure out what had just happened.
“You still alive?” He peeked under his arm at Delaney, who wasn’t moving.
“Just barely,” she said, her face flushed and her hair a wild mess. She was so unbelievably beautiful it made his chest hurt.
