Page 66 of No Apologies
Whether it was the admission of love or the permission not to reciprocate, Colt softened under her hands. Some of the tension left his shoulders and he moved into her again. He took her mouth and this time his kiss was soft but no less passionate. He made love to her mouth, teasing and stroking her back to a fever pitch. She was so lost in his beautiful kiss that she almost missed that he was undressing her.
He kept kissing her as he unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders. Her bra was next and as it hit the floor she shoved her hands under his shirt and forced it over his head. He had to release her to remove it and then he was bending to remove both their pants as well. When they were finally naked, he moved back between her legs and she wrapped herself around him.
Their gazes met and held and she forgot to breathe. Neither of them blinked as he slowly and steadily fed his length back into her. Once they were joined completely, he dropped his forehead to hers.
“Please don’t give up on me.”
She trembled in his arms, “Never.”
Colt kissed her again as he began to slide in and out of her body. She’d thought it couldn’t get any better than the wild, desperate mating they’d started with but this… this was better.
It was everything he’d told her he couldn’t give her. Sweet. Gentle. Lovemaking. And even if he couldn’t say the words, she didn’t need them because his body was telling her what his lips couldn’t.
He wrapped his arms around her, hauling her close so that they were wrapped tightly around each other, skin to skin, as close as any two people could be. She rolled her hips as he thrust into her and made them one. Like this she could feel their hearts beating wildly and she felt it the moment they synchronized into one steady beat.
“You’re too good for me. So beautiful. So strong. So passionate.” Colt whispered against her ear as he thrust inside her, “I should let you go and be with someone that deserves you.”
She bit her lip to stifle a cry of despair. No. No! He couldn’t do this to her. Not now. Not again. Not after she’d told him she loved him. Not while he was making love to her, body and soul, and binding them together. He couldn’t be planning to leave her when he was still inside her.
Colt pulled back enough to look her in the eyes and she whimpered at the determination she saw in his gaze. He brushed her hair back and kissed her lightly. When he looked at her again, he shook his head.
“But I can’t do it. Not anymore. You’re mine, Skylar.”
Her heart soared and she nodded, “Yes. Yours.”
“I don’t have a right to ask but say it again. Please.” He brushed his lips over her jaw.
“I love you.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” He nipped her with his teeth.
It wasn’t the three little words she yearned for but it was just as beautiful an admission. She was his. He was done pushing her away. He wanted her love and just knowing that he would accept it, accept her, sent her over the edge. Between her racing heart and the feel of his body wrapped around her, she couldn’t stop the orgasm that stole her breath.
Colt groaned and plunged deep, “That’s it, angel. Come for me.”
He kissed her as his hips sped again and she clutched him until her nails must have dug into his skin. She felt it coming. Felt him grow impossibly harder, felt him twitch, and when she felt his hot, wet seed erupt deep inside of her, she cried out at the incredible feeling of rightness.
“Colt! Oh, Colt… I love you. I love you so much.” His climax forced another round of shudders through her before they collapsed against each other.
They stayed like that for a long time. Holding each other, clutching at one another, refusing to break apart. For the first time in her life, Skylar understood the term soulmate. That’s what Colt was. Being with him completed her. They were better together than they could ever be apart.
Sweaty and sated, their breathing began to slow as they held each other. Eventually the silence in the room became deafening. When Colt began to extricate himself she moaned and tightened her grip on him, terrified that the second she released him he would begin the process of pushing her away all over again.
He sighed and then, as if he read her mind, he shook his head, “I’m only taking you to my bed, where you belong, where you should have been all along.”
Colt picked her up easily and she let him. She cuddled into his embrace as he carried her through the apartment and to his bedroom. She curled up in his bed and let him tuck her against his side.
And she prayed that it was that easy, that they’d turned a corner in their relationship and could be together the way she so badly wanted them to be. But she knew better.
He’d taught her to expect the worst. Every time they took a step forward, he forced them to take two backwards. So she held her breath and waited for the other shoe to drop… and it didn’t even take until sunrise this time.
