Page 48 of No Apologies
That earned him another whimper and a quick nod. He had a sudden need to tell her everything he was feeling, everything he wanted to do to her. He knew he was known for being one of the more talkative Bomars but that had never been the case in bed. Sex had never been about anything but getting himself off before so he hadn’t bothered with words, sweet or dirty, but with Skylar he couldn’t seem to help himself.
He needed this, with her, and he needed her to need it too.
As he stared at her beautiful naked body he had to fight the word that wanted to escape his throat. Mine. He wanted to claim her and his only consolation was that in at least one way he already had. Her beautiful skin was covered with the dark swirling lines and colors that he had put there. He’d marked her body in a permanent and undeniable way, even if he couldn’t truly claim her.
He kissed a line down the smooth plane of her stomach and then against the small bow at the top of her white lace panties, “When you came into the shop earlier and flashed these, I wanted to slide my hand higher and find out if they were wet for me.”
Skylar’s hips jolted forward, “Find out now.”
“Mmm, I know they’re wet now, angel.” He held her hips between his hands and licked the seam, “I can see your desire soaking them. I want to know if they were wet earlier. Did you get wet when it was just my hands and the needle on you?”
When she was silent, he stopped licking at her through the lace of her panties and looked up. She was watching him with those big, blue eyes again. She didn’t look away when he licked his lips. She only swallowed hard and nodded.
“And all those other times when I inked you?”
“Ev-every time.”
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
He looped his thumbs in her panties and dragged them down. The sight of her standing there, completely naked, completely open to him, had him losing his tenuous grip on his control. He nudged her legs wider and buried his face against her mound.
“Colt!”
He was too far gone to slow down or take it easy on her when she cried out. He used his mouth and tongue to part her folds and easily found her swollen clit. It was already throbbing and when he licked over it, Skylar’s hips punched forward. He had to use a firm hand to hold her still. He drank her down, couldn’t stop licking and lapping at her even as he felt her body stiffen and heard her pleas turn desperate.
“Oh. God. Please. Please, Colt. Please.”
When she whimpered and dragged her nails over his shoulders he growled and only pressed harder. He needed to feel her release as badly as she did. He plundered her without mercy and felt her fingers dig into his hair, tug on him so hard that it stung his every nerve ending. But she wasn’t trying to pull him away, he realized. She was holding him to her as her hips flexed up to take every lap of his torturous tongue.
And then she was coming with a violent shudder. She screamed his name as spasms wracked her body and he held her up. He stayed there, gentling his assault as he eased her through the orgasm. He sipped at the proof of her climax until her knees buckled and then he was up and moving again because there was no way, absolutely none, that he would ever let her fall.
“Colt. Oh, God, Colt.” She whispered as he rose to his feet and wrapped her in his arms.
He didn’t have the words to tell her how incredible that had been for him too. To tell her how many times he’d dreamed of touching her like this, having her like this. He didn’t trust himself to say anything for fear he would say everything so instead of voicing all of the things he shouldn’t, he simply kissed her again.
Skylar shuddered in his arms but didn’t recoil from her own taste on his lips. She licked at his mouth and delved in to twine her tongue with his when he opened. It was a deep, intoxicating kiss that threatened to drown him not just in the things he didn’t say but in the things she didn’t either.
When he felt her small hand slip down his chest and then tug at the button on his jeans, he broke the kiss. She was fumbling to undo his pants but he knocked her hands away. She either didn’t get the message or didn’t care and when she went right back to trying to unzip him he grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head.
“No.”
“I want to taste you too.”
Her whispered statement made his cock twitch with excitement but he beat down the urge to let her do just that, “No.”
“But…”
“Just thinking about you wrapping that sexy mouth around my cock is enough to make me come at this point.” He kissed her firmly and then pulled back, “But as much as I want that I want to be buried deep inside your beautiful body more.”
She opened her mouth and since he knew Skylar, he knew that she probably intended to argue with him some more. She wanted something and she was the type of woman that was used to getting what she wanted. But he wasn’t bending on this so he didn’t give her the chance to change his mind.
He swept her up into his arms and kissed her again. When she broke the kiss to look down at him he felt that now familiar pain in his chest sear him again. He swallowed hard but she didn’t say a word. She just smiled softly and then peppered him with kisses across his cheek and jaw as he carried her to her bedroom.
“You’re still fully dressed and I’m naked.” She whispered in his ear and then nipped him with her teeth, “If I can’t suck you, I at least want to see you.”
“You will.” He promised as he kicked the door shut behind them and then lowered her to her bed.
After one more invasive kiss, because he couldn’t seem to stop kissing her now that he’d started, he forced himself to release her and step back. He jerked his t-shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground. Her warm gaze stroked over him and he smiled when he remembered her saying she dreamed about him shirtless.
