Page 5 of Sweetie Pie
“Really, Colt? You want to show me how to make love?”
His whole muscular body goes so tense that I swear he’s about to rip me apart for even suggesting such a thing.
But he shoots me a wickedly amused grin instead. “I can do that.”
Just four little words. But my whole body goes up in flames and my head fuzzes to gray.
He holds out his hand and I slip mine into his warm, strong palm. He leads me out of the room and back to the elevators.
Neither of us say a word and I’m still waiting for him to either laugh his ass off and tell me to stop being silly or to call one of my brothers to come get me before I defile myself.
Instead, he gets off on my floor and I shoot him a puzzled look. He moves down the hall and tugs me to a stop at the door next to mine. “Last chance to change your mind, Mags.”
I shake my head and he opens the door and tugs me inside. I stand in the dark, confused, until he turns on the light and starts peeling his shirt off.
My brows skate up my forehead and he chuckles. “Still want to do this?” It’s like he’s challenging me.
His tanned chest gleams in the dim light. The cut muscles of his chest and stomach flatten and round with each breath he takes.
“Last chance,” he says and when I don’t back away, he grabs my hands and pulls me to the bed. “Strip. Now.”
His husky voice is steel wrapped in velvet and my core clenches, a gush of my juices staining my tiny thong.
His head comes up and his nostrils flare and I swear to god, it’s like he can taste me in the heated air around us.
I slip the tank top of the dress down slowly, reaching to the side for the hidden zipper. His eyes follow each strip of revealed skin until I let the skirt slip to the ground in a waterfall puddle.
“That’s it, Mags. Let me see you.”
I desperately want to cover myself and my cheeks flush a bright red that feels like fire. But I keep my hands down.
Because this might be the only chance that I have to experience this man the way I’ve wanted to since I came home.
Sure, I had a crush on him when I was younger. But I knew damn well what my brother’s would say about that so it never went beyond the crush phase.
But here? Now? It’s like we’ve got a free shot at something amazing.
“This can only happen tonight,” I whisper. “My brothers….” My voice trails off but he knows what I mean.
“I’m not sure that I agree with you but we can leave it there for now. I breathe deep, relieved and his dark blue gaze goes raptor sharp. Like I’m prey and he’s about to swoop in and devour me. I’m on board with that.
“Shit,” he breathes out, his eyes dark with desire, his pupils blown. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Snorting, I fight the way my hands want to move and cover myself. The way he looks at me makes me feel like a queen. Like I have nothing to be ashamed of even though I’ve heard it all before. Thick thighs, a gently-rounded belly instead of anorexic flat and an ass that bounces when I walk. I’m not a model.
But when he looks at me like he is now, Colt makes me think that I could be and that’s kind of a magical thing, isn’t it? To have a man look at you like you’re a goddess when you know you’re not. That kind of power could go to a girl’s head.
His hand comes out and tugs me to him and as soon as I’m pressed against his broad chest, my whole body lights up on fire.
“Oh my god!” I moan, my body shaking wildly, my heart pounding like I’ve run a 10k.
“Not god, sweetheart. Just a man. A man who’s wanted you for what feels like forever.”
My eyes feast on the length of his torso revealed, all corded muscle and bulk. He’s not a little man. He’s a work of art. A sexy man.
He rips my panties and smirks when I glare at him. “I liked those, dammit!”
“You aren’t moving fast enough, baby girl. I want time with you and you’re playing around.”
