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A wolfish grin flashed on his face, and then he ran his fingers into her center. Her legs opened with their own mind, and she arched to kiss the hollow of his neck.
As he played with her body, a sigh escaped her lips. She kissed his shoulder and became more primal.
His five o'clock shadow tickled her body as he pressed himself against her, and every cell in her body lit up like a firecracker. "I need you now, Colt."
Another grin appeared as he kissed the tender nipple, which sent delightful shock waves through her. All she could do as the sensation rolled through was wrap her arms around him to hold tight.
She was unable to think; her legs curled around his hard body to surround him, and his penis pressed against her nether lips.
He gripped her hips with his hands, and she kissed the nape of his neck.
Finally, he slid inside her.
Everything inside her ached for him, and she urged him with her gyrations until she could no longer do anything but beg him. With a sudden brush of his body, something inside her released and she shattered.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Colt smelled her strawberry-and-peaches hair first. The few times she'd been in his truck or in those hotel rooms of Paris, her hair smelled similar.
Then rocks formed in his stomach and he couldn't breathe. His mind raced. He hadn't meant for anything to happen last night. The last person he'd hurt was Vicki. First, he had ended things with Belle, dropped her at the airport. Last night, Vicki smelled like strawberries and so deliciously like home.
He ran his hair through his head and sat.
She lay on her side beside him in his bed, and her blonde hair was tossed all over the pillow. This had been a huge mistake. He knew better, and now he seemed as shallow as all the people he'd never respected.
He stared outside his window, and saw the moon that shone through the night sky.
His muscles tensed. The strawberry smell wafted up to his nose, and he turned to stare at Vicki one more time.
She used to be the fantasy. She was sweet and had starred in his dreams since they day he'd met her, but that was long before Belle.
The Marines had been part of his life for years. His face heated, and he swallowed as he turned away from Vicki. He had no idea what to say to her now. He wasn't ready for another relationship, and she deserved respect. They'd planned a life where they shared Clara. He couldn't deny that to her either.
A metal fence with barbed wire grew around his heart.
He shifted in the sheets, and she stirred. He stopped and tried to still himself. The last thing he needed was for her to ask questions.
Moments later, her soft sigh as she settled meant he could breathe. He lowered the sheet and went slowly. Perhaps one day, if he was honest with himself, he hoped she'd belong to him, but not as a rebound. He stared at her and hoped she stayed asleep for a few more minutes.
He shifted his legs to get up, but then her arm brushed against his thigh. He turned and saw her big blue eyes staring at him. His heartbeat grew as he stared at the same eyes that had haunted him for years. He ran his hand through his hair and tried to smile.
"Morning," she whispered, and scooted closer to him. "You getting up to check the farm?"
The farm. Yes, that was a good excuse. Outside meant he could breathe. He nodded. "There is a lot of work to do. Life here will always be chores."
She sat, though kept the covers from revealing her nakedness. "And we've worked as a team since I arrived, haven't we?"
He didn't want to scare her away or offer more promises he couldn't keep. He didn't know what he wanted. He stayed still, and she stretched her arms. "I'll get a morning cup of coffee ready for you."
"You don't have to. I can get it myself."
"I want to help you, Colt."
His skin was electrified. He shook his head. "I told Belle I wasn't in love with her and that marriage was a mistake. Last night with you...it shouldn't have happened, Vicki. I'm not a good fit for anyone."
Her head tilted as she stared at him. "Colt, last night was fun. I'm glad this happened. Don't stress about anything."
Fun wasn't what he wanted with her. They weren't young, and this wasn't cheap. His blood ran cold as tension wrapped around his muscles. "I can't make you more promises, Vicki."
