Page 43 of Puck King
This ‘cheater’. I had to remind myself that. That was my new plan. Every time a feeling popped up – every time I felt like ripping off Colton’s clothes and mounting him, I just had to remember that he was exactly what I hated – a lying, cheating… ridiculously good-looking, surprisingly thoughtful, meticulously mannered… I caught myself and again whispered, “cheater.”
“What was that?” Colton turned to look at me.
“Heater,” I blurted. “That wood is making the room…” I felt like an idiot, but had committed to the grammatically incorrect cover. “I mean, hotter.” I shook my head. “I think that the bubbles are going to my head.”
“Mick, the driver, tried to get here. But he can’t even get out of the driveway.”
“Oh no.” I gasped. “That means no photo op.” I was flooded with both relief and disappointment.
Colton shrugged. “There will be plenty more opportunities for those. I’d be more concerned about starving to death.”
I’d seen Colton’s well-stocked pantry and fridge. “I have an idea, one that will solve both of those problems.”
Colton draped his arm across my shoulders while staring at the fire. Its heaviness felt like a warm blanket, cozy and comforting. He turned to face me and his eyes shot wide open. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t even realize what I was doing.” He lifted his arm from my shoulders and rubbed his hands together in front of him.
“No, it’s perfect.” I took his hand and placed his arm back over my shoulders. “Take a picture.”
“Okay?” He seemed to question my order, but picked up his phone. I snuggled in to his neck and smiled coyly at the camera. I took the phone from his hand and kicked my feet across his body, my thighs resting on his.
“Smile, Mr. King. And put your hand on my leg,” I added.
The shot was perfect. It was obvious that there was a set of woman’s legs draped over Colton’s, and the flicker in his eye said that it was anything but innocent. I snapped a few photos and then handed him the phone. “They look great.”
He flicked back and forth between the shots and my heart thumped as the sides of his lips turned up. He was hiding a smile. “But how does this help with the whole starving thing?” As if on cue, his stomach let out a giant groan. “I was looking forward to a porterhouse steak.”
“We’ll take photos of us together, doing the stuff that’s in the contract. Cooking together has to be one of those things. Then we’ll let it ‘get leaked’.” I used air quotes. “That will save us from those damn photographers.”
“Yeah. But there’s just one thing,” Colton said. His hands were heavy on my thighs and I was afraid to move, not wanting him to put his hands anywhere else other than on my body.
“What’s that?”
Colton slid his hands from my thighs, over the top of my knees, and rested them at the hem of my dress that was pooled around my shins.
He took the phone from my hand and set it on the coffee table. His eyes met mine and the same flicker that I’d seen in his eyes when we’d snuggled up for the selfie, flashed.
Colton slid the fabric up my legs, revealing my thighs. My heart raced and my lower belly constricted at his touch. “I don’t feel like cooking.”
His lips were suddenly on mine and my hands clasped behind his muscular neck. The silk dress slid easily up to my waist and Colton’s strong fingers went in the waistband of my tights. I slipped my fingers into the side of the waistband and helped him shimmy the ridiculous things down my legs, kicking them away when we’d reached my toes.
My panties were already wet from his kiss, but with the warmth of his hands against the bare skin of my thighs, all thoughts of his past, and all thoughts of the future, disappeared with that touch. “We shouldn’t,” I whispered.
“I know,” he replied. His breath tickled my ear.
He pulled his shirt over his head at the same time that I managed to undo his belt, and the buttons on his jeans.
His cock strained at his boxer briefs. It was girthier than I’d imagined, and based on the rest of him, I imagined it was big. Now freed, I tucked my toes into the waistband of his pants and he planked over top of me while I slid them off his body, then eased his body weight onto me. He didn’t feel heavy. He felt solid and powerful, and I wanted more of him on me, and inside me.
There were two layers of fabric between us – silk dress and boxer briefs, but I could feel every vein on his cock. My body ached in a way I had never felt before. It was a mistake and I knew it, but if I left that cottage without feeling Colton King inside of me, I knew I’d never forgive myself.
“Colton,” I whispered into his ear.
“Yeah?” He pressed up so he could look me in the eyes. I think that he was waiting for me to tell him what a bad idea it was that we were writhing on the sofa together like teenagers.
“Have you got a condom?”
I’d never seen a man spring into the air from a prone position with such power. Colton disappeared down a hallway and the slap of his footsteps against the hardwood floor told me his light jog had turned into a sprint, as he disappeared into the depths of his cottage.
He was breathing a little heavier when he returned. I had pulled the silk dress over my head and tossed it onto the leather club chair next to the sofa.
