Page 47 of No Apologies
Skylar’s fingers were in his hair a moment later, rough and desperate. He groaned at the sensation as she tugged his head back. Her eyes weren’t closed anymore when he met her gaze. There was still hurt there but there was something else too, something he couldn’t name, something that made his breath catch in his chest before she nodded slightly.
“Yes.”
He dropped his forehead against hers, “Yes?”
“Yes.” She whispered against his lips, “I want you too. I need you, Colt. Please touch me.”
The swell of emotions in his chest made more words impossible so he did the only thing he could. He kissed her again. Not a rough, spontaneous kiss this time. It was so much more than that. Skylar’s tongue twined with his and he felt it for what it was.
Trust. Acceptance. Even love.
No. He couldn’t have this be about that. Sex with Skylar would break all of his rules. It would probably ruin him forever. But he had to keep it simple, sex was all he had to offer her in return.
He took control of the kiss, fastening his lips to hers and sucking on her tongue. Skylar moaned and he slid his leg between hers. Her moan turned to a gasp as he plundered her mouth and pressed his thigh against the vee of her legs. She instantly arched her hips, riding his jeans clad thigh and he cursed the layers of clothes still in his way.
Colt broke the kiss, “Take it off or I’ll rip it off.”
“I… what?”
If he wasn’t already on edge he might have smiled at the dazed expression on her face, “The dress, Skylar. Take it off before I rip it off.”
She shivered and bit into her lip but when she made no move to remove the offending article of clothing, he was the one that groaned. Damn, how had he not seen this coming? She wanted him to rip it off. She wanted to drive him so crazy he lost control. That was why she’d worn it in the first place.
He stroked a finger across her jaw and tilted her head back so she was forced to meet his gaze, “You want me to be rough with you angel?”
“I wantyou.”
She nipped at his finger when he traced her bottom lip and he growled and slammed his mouth to hers again. He’d already lost control. Even still, he tempered his touch, refused to risk leaving a single mark on her precious skin.
He wouldn’t hurt her. It was a promise he’d made himself a long time ago. Not her. If she wanted him out of control, he could give her that because she’d officially, finally, driven him past the point of no return, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t, hurt her. She was too important and he couldn’t risk hurting her.
He broke the kiss with a nip of her lips, “Times up.”
With one hard jerk on the material, the tiny straps that had been clinging precariously to her shoulders snapped. She gasped softly and he smirked as one more tug had the skimpy white dress pooling at her feet. It had been as easy to remove as he’d thought it would be and just as he’d suspected, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
He reverently traced the scar on her chest, the one from her heart surgery. He hated the idea of her being in pain. Hated that she’d been sick, been hurt. Hated knowing that if she handed him this part of her that he would break it all over again and he had no way of stopping it.
“Colt…”
He hated the sudden question in her voice almost as much as he hated that he didn’t have any answers for her. He couldn’t tell her that it was all for her own good. Couldn’t tell her that pushing her away was meant to protect her, not when he was standing here pulling her closer.
So instead, he only pushed forward, palming her breasts so she arched into his touch. So perfect. So responsive. Her perky little mounds were soft beneath his rough hands and her nipples were hard. She gasped his name when he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers and when he pinched slightly she cried out.
“Please.”
“Already begging me for more.” He leaned down and traced a stiff peak with his tongue and then blew cool air over the spot, “You like that, don’t you?”
“Colt!”
He loved hearing his name from that luscious mouth of hers. Almost as much as he loved the way she responded to him. He latched his mouth to her breast, sucking hard, and she only arched to press even more of her supple flesh into his mouth. He licked and sucked and nipped at her with his teeth and then he switched sides and repeated his torture on her other breast. By the time he pulled back to see her smooth skin rubbed red from his five o’clock shadow she was squirming and pleading with him for more.
“Look at me.” He ordered roughly when he realized her eyes were closed again.
Hazy, blue orbs met his after a few fluttering seconds and her lips parted on a whimper, “Colt?”
“I’m dyin’ to taste you so I’m gonna lick you until you come all over my tongue.” He dropped to his knees even as he kept eye contact, “After that, I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to come again on my cock while I’m buried deep inside you. Understand?”
