Page 31 of Masters of the Game: Colton
Leaning his face toward hers, he captured her mouth in a kiss that left her moaning, and she felt his shaft slowly but deeply penetrate her without breaking the kiss. Then he began to move, his body making love to hers as his tongue made love to her mouth. But before long, his powerful manhood began doing its own thing, thrusting back and forth inside of her, making her core pulsate while stimulating every feminine muscle within her. Was she imagining it, or was his shaft expanding in size inside of her?
His mouth continued to feast on hers while the prime source of his masculinity seemed to play a game of enter, expand, and exit, then perform the process all over again. The sensation left her body throbbing in need in areas she hadn’t known a body could throb.
When the sensations threatened to overwhelm her, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body began to quiver underthe impact of his thrusts. He released her mouth, only to quickly cover it again when she began screaming in pleasure.
He let go of her mouth again, threw back his head, and growled her name when a massive climax struck. As if his massive manhood had become a jackhammer, he started to pound into her at a rapid pace. She couldn’t help feeling as if he were branding her, claiming her body as his.
He growled her name again, and suddenly she found herself on the edge of another orgasm, before toppling over. And then another…and another. All she could focus on was him, what he was doing and how he was making her feel. They continued to make love for hours before total exhaustion finally claimed their bodies. Tenderly wrapped in his arms after hours of earth-shattering pleasure, she had to admit, it had definitely been worth the wait.
CHAPTER 12
The sound of her cell phone ringing jarred Kelly awoke. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet. Who would be calling her at this hour? She knew it wasn’t her mother, siblings, or anyone she deemed important, since those individuals had their own ring tone, as did her office staff.
Therefore, she decided she would call whoever was trying to reach her back later. After all, this was still part of her downtime.
Downtime…
She was starting to see the benefits of it. Last night’s events had lasted until the early hours of the morning, and then Colton had picked up where he’d left off this morning, waking before the crack of dawn to make love to her all over again. He wanted to spend a few hours in the hotel’s fitness center before breakfast and invited her to join him. That was when she had confessed that her body was a little sore, due to the fact that she hadn’t been with a man in five years.
He had delayed leaving to run her a hot bath to soothe muscles she hadn’t used in years. She would never forget how he’d swept her off her feet to carry her to the bathroom, then placed her in the hot, sudsy water. And he had remained through her leisurely bath, dried her off, placed her back in bed, and given her a wallop of a kiss after promising to be back in a few hours with breakfast.
Shifting in bed, she recalled their lovemaking. It had been perfect, everything she’d known it would be and more. Her bodywas throbbing at the memories, and she had to admit, maybe everything had worked out when and how it should have. And she was looking forward to sharing breakfast with him. Since their meeting with the mayor wasn’t until one, she had plenty of time to prepare today. It was still early yet, so there was no reason not to go back to sleep. So she did.
An hour or so later, the ringing of the phone awakened her again. Kelly mumbled as she glanced at the clock. At least she’d gotten some extra sleep. She decided to answer it this time in case it was an important call from someone not on her personal contact list. Like the man from the mayor’s office who had her number. Was he trying to reach her because something had come up regarding today’s meeting? Did it need to be rescheduled?
She quickly reached for the phone. “Hello.”
“Good morning, Kelly Rose,” a deep masculine voice said.
She frowned. Only one man called her by her first and middle name. “What do you want, Mr. Perkins?”
“I detest when you call me that.”
He wouldn’t want her to call him any of the other names she had for him. “Why are you calling me, and how did you get my number?”
“I have ways of finding out what I want to know.”
That probably meant his latest fling was a woman who worked for the telephone company. “I’m going to ask you again, why are you calling, Mr. Perkins?”
He paused. “I need to talk to my kids.”
His kids? Kelly threw her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. “What kids are you referring to? Obviously, you don’t mean the ones I know about. Are there more?”
“I only have four kids.”
“So now you want to claim Hansen, Pratt and Monica? Too late. I doubt they want to have anything to do with you.”
“You can’t speak for them,” he snapped.
“You’re right. They can certainly speak for themselves.” And there was no doubt in Kelly’s mind that they would.
“I need their phone numbers.”
“Ask whatever girlfriend who was able to find mine to come up with theirs for you.”
“You have no right to speak to me with such disrespect.”
Kelly eased from the bed and stood on her feet, totally upset. She grabbed her robe off a nearby chair. “Respect is earned, but you’ve never earned it with any of your kids. I have no idea why you want to talk to us when you’ve ignored us all these years, but count me out. I want nothing to do with you. I honestly don’t know what Mom ever saw in you.” Honestly, she did. Lorenzo Perkins was and always had been an extremely handsome man. He had passed his good looks on to Hansen and Pratt.
