Page 36 of Man Vs. Woman
Serena
Well,and here we are.
Colt made a call and it took less than five minutes for two of his security team to take the bodies out of my apartment. They’ll probably be taken to the police, but Colt didn’t seem to think we’d get to the bottom of who sent them anytime soon.
My knees are still trembling, my throat still hurts, and I still feel a raging river of adrenaline in my bloodstream. But, overpowering all that, there’s something else...there’s excitement.
And judging by the mess between my thighs, I’d say there’s a lot of it.
No wonder, though—it took us sixteen chapters, but I’m finally in Colt’s arms, my heart hammering away inside my chest.
“Thank you, Colt, thank you,” I whisper against his chest, grabbing his shirt so hard that you’d say I’d never want to let go. In a sense, that’s true; being this close to him, it makes me feel safe. Which is to be expected, given that he just saved me from the beating of my life...or from something worse. Somethingway worse.
“You don’t need to thank me,” he whispers back at me, one hand on the nape of my neck as he looks straight into my eyes. “You’ll never have to. The moment I saw those guys, their hands on you...I just...I just fucking lost it.”
“And I’m glad you did,” I reply, a coy smile on my lips. Never looking away from his eyes, I go on tiptoes and brush my lips against his. The moment our mouths touch, I feel an electric current going from his body into mine, that tenuous electric crackle making itself felt all over my skin.
The moment he places both his hands on my hips, pulling me against his body, I realize there’s no backing away from this: my brain has shut off, and the only synapses that have refused to join the strike have been the ones whose only purpose is pleasure.
My whole body is burning for his.
“I want you,” I mutter against his lips as our kiss turns into a frenzied one. I part his lips with the tip of my tongue, unbuttoning his shirt at the same time, and he joins the dance by pushing my robe down my shoulders. I feel a shiver climb up my spine as the satin fabric slides down my body, leaving me completely naked, and I bite the corner of my lip as Colt takes one step back.
“Fuck,” he breathes out, his eyes going from my ankles, up my legs and thighs, and only stopping on my eyes once more. “You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Is that what you tell all the women you seduce?” I reply, taking one step toward him and closing the distance between us.
“No,” he smiles, running one hand through my hair and then grabbing it tight. “That’s what I tell those that seduceme.”
Well, touché.
I don’t have a response for that one.
“Shut up and fuck me,” I say, surprising myself as I hook my fingers on his belt and start unbuckling it. Usually, I’m not this aggressive, but with Colt...hell, I don’t know. He doesthingsto my mind.
And, soon enough, he’ll be doing things to my body as well.
“Now we’re talking,” he growls, pushing my naked body down onto the couch. As he follows after me, I pull his belt out from its loops, and then push his pants down his legs in a swift movement. He kicks off his shoes and, a split second later, he’s on top of me, wearing nothing but his black boxer briefs.
Wrapping my arms around his torso, my fingernails digging deep into his back, I moan as I feel something hard against my inner thigh. Something hardandhuge. Swear to God, could this man be any more perfect? He has the chiseled jaw, the broad shoulders, the eight-pack...and a cock to match all that.
If this man wasn’t designed by a team of geneticists, sculptors, and God knows what else, I really don’t know how to explain his existence. Not to mention all the things the eyes can’t see—his ruthless charisma, his relentlessness when it comes to business, and the way he kisses…
“You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted,” he whispers into my ear, and then lays gentle kisses across my jaw line. He allows his lips to go further down my neck and, a moment later, I shudder with anticipation as I feel the tip of his tongue making a slow climb over the rising curve of my breasts.
As he circles my right nipple with his tongue, I run both my hands through his hair. My hands wander all over his body, going from his hair to the elastic band of his boxers; before I even know I’m doing, I’m pushing his boxers down, my fingernails grazing his round ass.
When I feel his bare cock pressing hard against my inner thigh, I can’t stop myself from moaning against his ear. The moment I do it, he wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks hard, sending bolts of lightning down my spine. Jesus, I’m almost ready to come, and that just by the way he’s using his tongue on my breasts.
But he wants more than just my breasts.
Letting go of my nipple, he brushes his lips down to my stomach, and then he keeps going and going…
“Oh, God,” I moan, arching my back as I feel the tip of his tongue slowly reaching for my clit. He circles it carefully, three times, and then he goes down the length of my drenched pussy. He devours me as if his words from before—you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted—were the only reality he has ever known.
In less that fifteen seconds, I have my hands on the back of his head as I thrust against his mouth.
And then I just come.
