Page 52 of No Apologies
“No.” She reached back to keep him still when he started to retreat from her.
He froze, “No?”
She took a deep breath for courage and shook her head. If he insisted she turn over and look at him, it would all be over. If he got up to get a condom, he would change his mind. The second he left her bed, he would be gone for good and she wasn’t ready to lose him.
Despite her head telling her that she was setting her heart up for even more pain, she held tight to him. She wasn’t letting go of him, not that easily. She’d gotten to him once already. He’d been fighting this thing between them for months but he was here, now. She had to believe that meant something, that she could break through the rest of his walls if he would only give her a chance.
“I’m on the pill.” She forced out and felt him settle at her back again. “I want it too. I want you. I… I want you to make love to me.”
She held her breath and waited to see if he recoiled. She’d usedthatword. The one four letter word that she knew he hated. The one that he never used but thought nobody noticed. She had. She noticed everything about him.
She’d noticed the way he always said that he and Cash took care of each other instead of using that word. She saw the way he avoided Jemma when she tossed it at him easily and naturally. She knew that to him that word represented nothing but pain, and in that moment, when she knew that if he pushed her away for using it that she would have to let him go, she couldn’t help but agree with him.
Loving Colt was painful.
“Sky…” He surprised her again when he wrapped her back up in his arms and nuzzled her neck, almost as if he was hugging her, “That’s exactly what I’ve been doing, angel.”
Her heart crumbled and she barely stifled a sob. Gone. Her heart was completely and utterly his, as if it hadn’t been for months. Walk away from him? Never. She wouldn’t give up on him, on them, ever.
Colt slid his hands over her body and she shivered and arched into him. He teased her back to a fever pitch in minutes. His fingers were magic, stroking and pinching in just the right rhythm. His mouth was there too, nipping at her skin, sucking and licking and then pausing to whisper dirty, filthy things in her ear that had her begging him for more.
He owned her. Body and soul. Maybe he always had. Because nothing had ever felt as good as the moment he slid inside of her, skin against skin, and claimed her.
“Fuck.” He groaned in her ear once he was seated deep inside her body, “You’re perfect. So perfect. Like you were made for me.”
She bit her lip to keep her own words at bay. He was right of course. He usually was. About her. About everything really. Everything except himself. He could give her more. He could be more. He could be enough. She just had to find a way to show him that he could trust her and he’d love her in return. He had to.
Colt pulled back slowly until only his tip rested inside her and then pushed back in just as gently. He kept his assault on her body languid, as if he had all the time in the world. Even when she writhed and moaned against him, even when she begged and pleaded, even when she cursed and demanded, he only grinned against her skin and slowed down even more.
“Never want this to end.” He muttered and she was just incoherent enough not to bite her tongue.
“It doesn’t have to.”
“All good things, angel.” He groaned and flexed his hips, “You have to come first. I’m not going until you come.”
In her mind, it was all but a dare and she grit her teeth and refused to let her body crest over the hill it was climbing. If she didn’t come then he couldn’t and then it really wouldn’t end. But no amount of determination could keep her body from giving in to his and when the first tremors rocked her, Colt groaned and his willpower finally broke.
“Can’t hold out. Too good.” He found her clit and rubbed in hard, demanding circles, “Come for me, Sky. I’m gonna lose it when you do and spill my seed deep inside you. You’re gonna feel me in here for days, dripping out, making you wet all over again.”
“Oh, God…” She sucked in a gasp as his dirty words did what his touch couldn’t and set her free.
“That’s it. Drag it out of me. It’s yours. All yours.”
Her entire world broke open and she screamed as the orgasm crashed through her. She heard him muttering more words against her ear but she was too far gone to make them out. Even through the blackout, world-shifting power of her orgasm, she felt it when Colt climaxed. His release felt like fire when he shot inside of her. He groaned and slammed into her over and over as he clutched her close and she whimpered, knowing his dirty promise was true.
She was going to feel him even when he was gone.
Tears pricked her vision when they both finally collapsed from the force of their orgasms. He held her so tight she wondered if she would have bruises. He had well and truly marked her. Between the hickey, the bruises and the soreness that would no doubt permeate her body, she might not even be able to feel her broken heart tomorrow when she woke up alone.
Colt tensed moments later and she clutched at his arms. She wasn’t letting go of him. Not yet. Whatever had just happened, it hadn’t been fucking. She wasn’t sure if it had been lovemaking for him considering he didn’t believe in that word but if it had, she fully expected him to get up and run. And though she swore that she would go after him when he did, that she would find a way to get through to him, she wasn’t ready to release him just yet either.
“It’s still dark out. The night isn’t over.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He kissed the mark he’d left on her neck and then yawned, “Except maybe to sleep.”
She smiled at that, “I forget you’re the older twin. You probably need your rest huh old man? Sleep and recover if you need to.”
“Smartass.” He chuckled and pinched her lightly, “Think you can sleep with my cock inside you? Because I’m not pulling out. You feel too good.”
