Page 69 of Freeing Denver
He pulls me close in the doorway and kisses me. “No, because I have plans that will distract you.” I bite my lip, barely hiding a smile, squeezing my thighs together to try and ease the growing thrill.
It wasn’t until we arrived at the hotel that Colt told me he’d booked the entire place just for us. Each floor has security at each exit, and only essential people know we’re here. It’s totally safe, and as he pointed out, we can be as loud as we like without interruptions.
Once we’re in our suite, I face the room, and he threads his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. “I have three options for you, Mrs. Harland.”
“Three? Lucky me.”
“Option one—we do absolutely fucking nothing. We eat the snacks I brought, we watch movies, we plan our future and pretend we’re who we’re going to be a few months from now.” He kisses below my ear. “Option two, we fuck, and you take the lead. I’ll get to my knees and do everything you ask.” His kisses feel electric, the idea of him bowing down to me so enticing my mouth almost starts watering.
“And option three?”
“I’m in control.” His words are deep, a rumble of erotic promise across my skin, and the throbbing between my legs has already decided for me.
“Three,” I breathe. “Then when you’re done with me … one.”
His laugh is low, almost frightening. “When I’m done with you, you’ll feel me for days, Del.”
Three, three, three.
“Go have a shower, and when you come back out, I want your heels on and nothing else.” His command is as easy to follow as being swept away by a current.
“And what will you be doing?”
“I’m going to shower in the second bedroom, then set up.”
I almost gulp. “Set up?”
“No more questions, Del. Go.” He smacks my ass, and I yelp, almost running to follow his instructions.
I do as I’m told, and twenty minutes later, in nothing but red-bottom heels, I walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
My hands snap to my hips. “Why aren’t you naked?”
Colt has positioned an oversized chair facing the end of the queen-sized bed. He’s in fresh suit pants and a shirt, the white sleeves rolled up to his elbows to display his glorious forearms, tattoos and all.
He leans back in the chair, head tilted. “Are you giving me attitude, Del?”
I gesture at him. “Yes! Sex night and you’re not naked.”
There’s a certain grace that Colt has that I think adds to the stories people tell of him. If he were an animal, he’d be a tiger, swift, deadly, making the lead up to your demise so damn pretty it’s hard to look away. He stands with that grace and carefully approaches, observing me like a meal he plans on playing with before devouring.
I hold my breath, suddenly aware of the power dynamic between his clothed body and my naked one. He gently grips my chin and lifts my head.
“Which option did you choose?”
My throat is dry. “Three.”
“And what did that mean?”
My gaze strays to the bulge in his pants, proof that he’s as excited as I am. “You’re in control.”
He kisses me, keeping his lips close as he says, “Which means you do as I ask, and if you want it to stop, you say stop. Is that understood?”
“It”? What is “it”?
I nod. “Yes.”
“That’s my good girl.” His eyes travel down to where I’m pressing my thighs together. “Are you wet for me already? If I touch you, will you soak my fingers before we’ve even started?” I whimper, nodding, hoping that he does. “What a shame I won’t be touching you for a while. Get on the bed, hands and knees, facing the chair.”
