Page 121 of No Apologies
“What is it?” She tilted her head slightly, reaching for him and drawing him close.
“I just…”
The words stuck in his throat and he shook his head. For once in his life, he couldn’t find he words. Him, the twin that always had something to say, could always come up with something to draw attention away from his brother, something to rile or something to calm, he couldn’t come up with any way to tell her just how much he appreciated her. He’d told her that he loved her, sure, but this was something else.
“I know.” She leaned up and pressed a kiss against his chest. “I know babe.”
“You’re mine and I’m gonna protect you.”
“I know.” She soothed again as she ran her hands over him.
There was still a threat out there. They both knew it. Couldn’t forget about it. Couldn’t ignore it. Things had been quiet but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be attacked at any time, in any place. They were all being careful, keeping their watch vigilant, but he had a feeling that whoever hated the Bomars wasn’t done seeking their version of justice yet. They were waiting for their guard to drop, for enough time to pass for them to think they were safe, and then they would strike again.
But they wouldn’t touch Skylar. Not a chance. He would protect her with his life.
“I love you.” She murmured quietly and he gave up trying to find the words.
He would show her instead.
Colt ran a hand through her hair and then knotted his fist earning a gasp of surprise. He caught the sound with his mouth as he kissed her. She responded instantly, just as she always had, opening for him and slipping her tongue against his. The kiss spiraled out of control just that fast and suddenly he wasn’t sure if he was the one guiding it or if she was.
He groaned and tilted her head back, stringing kisses down her neck. When he reached for her shirt, her hands were already there to help him lift it. The small piece of fabric hit the ground and he growled because she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard, jutting out, needing his touch, so he caressed her and then lowered her back against the chair as he put his mouth on her.
“Yes.” She gasped as be nibbled on her. “Oh yes.”
Skylar arched into his touch and he groaned. Damn, he loved the way she reacted to him. Every touch, every kiss, earned him a breathy sigh or a moan or a demand for more. By the time he released her breasts she was squirming and desperately trying to unbutton his jeans.
“Please, Colt. Please.”
As if he could deny her? He looped a finger in the side of her panties and pulled. The lace ripped and she only became more desperate. He’d told her he was going to love her, not be rough with her, but he wasn’t sure if he could keep that promise. Not with her all but clawing at him and pleading for more, faster.
He pulled at his own clothes. Skylar’s nails scored his abs as she pushed his shirt up. She scratched over the freshly inked tattoo across his shoulder blades and he winced. He’d let Bentley do the ink, a first for his cousin and a step towards the trust he knew they needed to regain. As it turned out, he’d been right and the guy was a natural. It had turned out great, but it was still sensitive and probably should have been covered. No doubt she would draw blood and he still couldn’t bring himself to care.
“Sorry.” She murmured against his lips.
“Don’t be. It’s yours. It’s all yours. You can do whatever you want to me. I can take it.” He nipped at her bottom lip, “Mark me, Sky.”
Her eyes, those beautiful, endless blue eyes that had the power to see through him, studied him intently for a long moment. Their bodies stilled as they looked at one another. Wrapped around one another, almost naked, their hearts beat as one… and then Skylar bit her lip and scratched the living hell out of his back.
“Ow.” He grabbed her arms reflexively, pinning her beneath him, which only made her smile.
Naughty little angel that she was, she knew exactly how to drive him crazy. He finished stripping off his pants quickly and then positioned her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Careful of the fresh ink on her thigh, he held her loosely. She met his eyes and in one thrust he buried himself inside of her.
“God.” He groaned as her body welcomed him into her wet, clenching heat, “You feel so good.”
“So do you.” Skylar panted as her hips automatically rocked up against him, “More. I need more.”
“I’ll give you anything you need. Everything.”
He set a slow, deep rhythm that had them both moaning and begging for more. She tried to speed them up, used every teasing trick she could. Tightening her muscles, playing with her breasts, whispering dirty words to him, but he kept the pace slow and languid. He loved every inch of her, kissing her and telling her how beautiful she was until she was mindless with pleasure beneath him.
When he felt the first telling flutter of her body around his he paused, “Say it.”
“Love you.”
“Say it, Skylar.” He demanded.
“I love you.”
