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“Whoa. Didn’t mean to startle you.” His voice is low and those fucking masterpieces of erotic art he calls eyes burn into mine.

  Even though I’m not falling anymore, Colt keeps his hands on my shoulders and it’s like all of my sensory input has collapsed to focus solely on his touch, an implosion of thought and sensation. I am nothing more than two points of feeling, his hands on each of my shoulders. My eyes go to his lips, lush and full and slightly parted, surrounded by a thin field of stubble I just know will feel like sin on my inner thighs. My gaze darts to his eyes and I find him staring at my mouth. I lean in and I swear, he does too. His grasp on my shoulders softens. He’s not holding me upright any longer. Fucking hell, he’s pulling me close.

  And then, he blinks and pushes away. Clears his throat and licks his lips. His hands are gone from my shoulders and there is a very deliberate amount of space between us.

  “You good?” he asks, his voice gruff. He steps back another step and starts to walk away before he turns towards me again, his eyes focused somewhere over my head. “Here, let me take those things.” He takes the meat tray and the box of crackers out of my hands and disappears into the living room faster than I can think.

  As I head back into the kitchen for some plates and napkins, joy radiates from my chest. I mean, it’s like a fucking bolt of golden light emanating from my heart and pooling all warm and moist in my panties. I do a little victory dance as soon as I know I’m out of Colt’s line of sight. Can’t help it and wouldn’t want to if I had to. I’m just that ecstatic about our little moment just now.

  There’s no way I imagined all the electric energy between us. I know what it looks like when a man wants a woman and Colt Barrett was just as interested in kissing me as I was in being kissed. It was just like that picture above the mantel. Both of us aware of the other in a way neither of us should be.

  Just five minutes ago, having to spend the night alone with Colt felt like a curse. Now? It feels like an opportunity I’d be a fool not to take advantage of.

  Chapter Three

  As the snow piles up outside and the fire snaps and pops in the fireplace, Colt and I drink more than we should.

  We flirt more than we should.

  We touch more than we should.

  His hand on my knee. My fingertips on his forearm. A brush of his leg against mine. There’s no way I’m imagining this. There’s no way this is wishful thinking. This is a man who wants a woman and a woman who wants a man. It’s as simple as that.

  Well, as simple as it can be when the man is your father’s best friend and nineteen years older than you. So like, not simple at all.

  Throughout the course of the night, we’ve gone through the whole gambit of small talk. He knows college is going well and I know he’s enjoying his early retirement more than he thought he would, even though he resents the hell out of the injury that got him his honorable discharge. The small business he started—a personal security firm that gives ex-military people a place to find work that makes good use of their unique skills—is growing by leaps and bounds and it doesn’t look like it plans to stop anytime soon. We’ve moved onto real topics and for the first time in my whole life, I feel like I’m getting to know the man I’ve been wildly in love with for years.

  “You have a boyfriend?” Colt takes a swig of his whiskey and stares at the fire like the secret to life is hidden inside.

  “Nah.” I shake my head and run a hand through my hair, gathering it over my shoulder and letting my gaze rake over the hard planes of his face. “No one’s really caught my attention out there yet.”

  No one except you, that is. God, if I could roll my eyes at my own inner monologue, I so would.

  “Well good.” Colt hits me with a look that’s somewhere between smoldering and seething and it’s a miracle I don’t combust on the spot.

  “What about you? Any Mrs. Barretts on the horizon?” I try to keep my tone conversational so as to hide the fact that if he says yes, I might have to get her name and go homicidal on her ass.

  Colt makes a face I can’t quite untangle. “Nah. That didn’t work out too well for me the last time.” He looks at me so deeply I swear he can see all the way into my tiny fluttering heart with its deep, dark secret hidden inside. He can see that I want him. That I’ve done nothing but fantasize about him since before I was old enough to know what I was doing. That I’m two seconds away from hopping into his lap and grinding my hips into his dick until I finally get to come while staring into his eyes.

  “Besides.” He licks his lips. “I’ve only had one person on my mind for the last few years.”

  It’s like all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room because I know he’s talking about me. I know it the way I know my name is Nadine Michelle Hill.

  “And who is that?”

  Colt leans in so close his forehead nearly touches mine. I meet his gaze and tilt my head, angling my mouth toward his.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” he asks, his lips brushing mine as he speaks. He pulls back, laughing, those bright eyes sparkling with merriment.

  I slap his arm and make a face. He wants to get mean in his flirting? Well, two can play at that game. I climb into his lap, straddling him, and ever so slowly lower myself until his cock is crushed against my pussy.

  “I would very much like to know,” I say, letting my eyes tell him that I very much already know.

  Colt’s face gets serious. “Nadine…” His voice is thick and I can feel his erection pressing against my thigh.

  I tilt my head and part my lips, grinding my hips against him. “Tell me who’s been on your mind.” I let my voice purr and lilt.

  Oh, who am I kidding?

  I don’t let it do anything.

  I’m so turned on right now everything is just happening all on its own. I’m not some sexual mastermind. I’m operating on instinct. Driven by my need and a vodka-fed fearlessness I’m sure to regret in the next few minutes, I run my hands up his chest and holy fuck! I have never felt a pair of pecs this hard in all my life.

  “Tell me, Colt.”

  And just like that, his hands come to my waist, pulling me down against his dick. I moan through my parted lips. “You,” he says. “I haven’t been able to get my mind off you.”

  That’s all the invitation I need. I lean down and kiss him while his hands travel up my back and into my hair. I’m lost in the sensation of our tongues dancing and our hips rocking. In his taste and his scent and the rough brush of his skin against my ribs as he lifts my shirt and cups my breasts.

  “Oh, shit Colt.” I tilt my head back and rock my hips forward. “I’ve wanted this for so many years.”

  His lips graze my throat and my jaw. “I know.” He nibbles on my earlobe. “I’ve known for years. I saw it in how you looked at me. How you spoke to me.” His voice rustles in my hair and I let my head drop back, inviting him to take more of me, all of me. He kneads my tits through my bra and I reach down to pull my shirt up over my head.

  Colt grabs my wrists and pushes them into my lap while he pulls away from me so far, his head drops onto the back of the couch. “Nadine…” Confusion tightens the space between his eyes. It’s not a look he wears easily. Uncertainty is unfamiliar to a man as confident as Colt. “We can’t…”

  He trails off, unable to even finish the sentence.

  “Yeah we can,” I say as I watch Colt battle with himself.

  He grabs my waist and lifts me completely off his lap before depositing me on the couch and standing up. He leans his forearms on the mantel and drops his head to his arm. My instinct is to go to him, to drop to my knees, drag down his zipper, and suck his cock until he comes on my face. Just get it over with. Be the one who makes all the moves so he doesn’t have to wrestle with his guilt. But I know better than to chase a man. If a man walks away, it’s best to leave him alone until he’s ready to come back.

  But you better believe the very second he turns back around, I’ll have his dick so far down my throat he won’t re
member his own name.

  After just a few silent seconds, Colt lifts his face and stares at the picture of us on the mantel. “I’ve always been shocked your parents put this one up,” he says, more to the empty room than to me.

  “Why?”

  “Because.” Colt takes the picture in his hands and turns. He’s facing me, but not looking at me. “Can’t you see how much I want you?” His eyes are glued to the image in his hands. “How can they not see it?”

  I stay silent, waiting for him to be ready to hear me again because there’s no way I’m letting Colt slip through my fingers. Not now. Not after that kiss.

  His eyes finally meet mine and that’s all I’ve been waiting for. “And can’t you see how much I want you?” He can think I’m talking about the picture or he can think I’m talking about right now. It’s true either way.

  “But it’s wrong, Nadine.” Colt lets a long breath out through his nose, his eyes sliding closed while he slowly shakes his head.

  “Why?” I ask.

  His eyes lock on mine. “Why what?”

  “Why is it wrong?”

  Colt puts the picture back on the mantel, lips pursed into a tight little line. “Do you really need to ask that?” When he turns back to me, the bulge of his rigid cock pressing against his jeans tells me everything I need to know.

  I slide off the couch and drop to my knees in front of him, looking up as I tug the button free. “I’m a woman. You’re a man. We’ve wanted each other for years. I don’t see anything wrong with finally getting what we want.”

  He doesn’t answer, just stares down at me with that muscle in his jaw pulsing so I free his dick from his pants and suck the little drop of precum off the tip.

  “Fuck. Nadine.” Colt growls. “This is wrong.”

  “No, Colt. This is good.” I lick along his shaft, swirl my tongue along the crown of his dick and then take him deep into my mouth.

  Colt groans and I widen my legs, so fucking hot that I hate my clothes right now. If it weren’t for the thick fabric of my jeans, I’d slip a finger into myself and run it along my clit until I come, quivering with my own orgasm as he shoots his cum down my throat.

  But I am wearing jeans and there’s no way I’m stopping what’s happening right now in order to take them off. I’ve waited too long to have this man’s dick in my mouth.

  Colt takes a fistful of my hair and pulls back so I’m looking up at him. “Is this really want you want?”

  I nod, smiling. “More than anything.”

  “Then damn it. We’re going to do it right.”

  Chapter Four

  Colt helps me to my feet and kisses me. It’s long and slow and deep, like sipping whiskey instead of shooting it. I reach between us to grab his cock, desperate to have him naked and inside me, so eager to be drunk on him that I’m ready to speed things along myself. Colt takes my wrists in his hands and pulls them away.

  “Slow down, sweetness,” he says in his slow-motion drawl as he pins my wrists behind my back. “There's more to this than my dick in your pussy.”

  “But, I really really want your dick in my pussy.” I pretend to struggle against the grip he has on my wrists. Colt tightens his fist and it becomes quite clear that I couldn’t get away if I wanted to. And that knowledge sends a surge of dampness between my legs.

  Colt stares down at me, his eyes hooded with lust. “I’m going to teach you the joys of going slow.”

  I’ll play along with him for now, because there’s no way I’m doing anything to mess this up, not after fantasizing about this for most of my life. But after finally getting a taste of his cock, I can’t think of anything else. I want it inside me. Now. I don’t have much patience for this going slow bullshit.

  Colts releases my wrists and grabs the hem of my sweater. He slides it up and pauses while the fabric is covering my face and pinning my arms up over my head. While he holds the sweater with one hand, his lips travel down my neck and across my tits. His tongue dips beneath the lacey edge of my bra to torture a nipple before he works his way back up along my collar bone and pauses near my ear.

  “I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t go another day without thinking about my cock.” His voice rasps through the fabric of my sweater and sets me on fire.

  There’s something about knowing he's in complete and utter control of what happens next that just leaves me senseless. Wasted. I've never not been in control of a sexual experience. It's always been on my terms and at my speed. And up to this point there hasn't been a man who wasn’t ready to go just as fast as I am. I've never had a relationship, just a steady stream of hookups. A dick in my pussy, ramming and sliding and slipping. I moan and sigh until he cums and then I gather my stuff and leave.

  Something tells me I’m in for a whole new experience for with Colt

  He finishes pulling the sweater over my head and lets it drop to the floor. Ever so carefully—but with just enough force to prove who’s in control of the situation—he takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifts my face to his.

  “After I’m through with you, you'll never forget my name, sweetness.”

  Even as moisture pools between my thighs, I stare at him and laugh. “Like I could ever forget your name,” I say. My eyes lock on his and the rest of the world disappears. The snow storm isn’t raging outside the house. I'm not in my parents’ living room. It's just him and me, our bodies pressed together outside of time and space and the energy of our connection consumes us both.

  “I've never come without seeing your face,” I say as I stare up at him. “I close my eyes and there you are. How could I ever do something as silly as forget your name?”

  Colts face softens, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. He bends down and in one swift motion he hooks one arm underneath my knees and wraps the other around my shoulders, cradling me. Without hesitation, he carries me down the hall to my childhood bedroom, pushes through the door and pauses, staring wide-eyed at the boy band posters and pale pink walls. At the twin-sized bed and its purple paisley quilt.

  I’m afraid it might be too much for him, fucking me here amidst all the remnants of a teenaged me that my mom isn’t ready to get rid of. But with a wry smile, he stretches me out on that small bed, slides my pants down off my legs, and tosses them carelessly on the floor.

  His gaze travels hungrily over my body. “Holy fucking shit Nadine. Are you kidding me right now?”

  He stares down at my black lace bra and panties, the ones I carefully selected with the tiniest hope there was a possibility of this very thing happening. I've never come to a family gathering without making sure I had my best lingerie. That my legs and pussy were clean shaven. Colt and I were inevitable and I’ve known it for years.

  “Do you like it?” I ask. “I chose them just for you.”

  “For me?”

  I bite my lips and stare up at him. “Just in case.”

  There’s this moment of him staring down at me and I swear he’s about to say something. But then, he drags his shirt over his head and steps out of his pants, freeing his cock to strain towards me. With him standing naked in my bedroom, I finally have the chance to truly appreciate the masterfully crafted specimen of masculinity that is Colt Barrett. His penis is beautiful. Shapely and well-proportioned. Long and thick and begging me to wrap my hands around it. My lips around it. My pussy around it. And knowing that I just had it in my mouth, kneeling in front of the very picture that has tantalized me for years, knowing I'm about to have it nestled between my legs, holy shit. I’m so wet I’m dripping.

  He climbs up onto the bed, spreading my legs and kissing up my thighs. His stubble burns and tickles my skin just the way I imagined it would. When he gets to the thin swatch of black lace covering my pussy, he hooks a finger underneath the elastic and looks up at me. I can't tell you how many times I've imagined this, looking down to see his face buried between my legs. Let me be the first to tell you nothing could have prepared me for the reality of this mo
ment.

  I'm ready for him to tear my underwear off and throw them across the room. To plunge his dick so deep inside me no other man will ever be able to satisfy me ever again. But he doesn't do anything like that. He kisses his way across my stomach, licking past my navel. His hands trail across my ribs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I arch my back, my impatience raging and tumbling inside me and I growl in frustration.

  He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. Pulls the thing away slowly and nuzzles between my breasts. He kisses and sucks and licks and bites and tortures my nipples until I think I might come from the sensation alone. Never have I been this turned on. Never have I been this desperate for release.

  “Oh fuck, Colt.” My voice is molten and my clit throbs and pulses with heat.

  “You like that don't you, sweetness?” He captures a nipple between his teeth and bites down. I cry out, panting. On the edge of falling into an orgasm and he hasn’t even taken off my panties yet. Colt looks up at me. “I have so much to teach you.”

  He turns his attention back to one breast, sucking and biting and licking while pinching the other nipple between his fingers, rolling it back and forth. The combination of pain and pleasure is so much. I don't know what to do with it. I don't have enough vocabulary to name all the sensations rocketing through my body. My pussy throbs and clenches and he adjusts his stance, bringing his thigh up and bumping his knee against my clit.

  And that, my friends, is that. I go off like a rocket, rubbing and rolling my hip against his thigh. The fine lace of my panties creating an extra layer of friction and I cum loudly, humping his leg as Colt sucks a red mark onto my tit.

  As I quiet, he lifts his face. “You're too easy, sweetness. I didn't even get your panties off yet and you’ve already had your first orgasm.”

  I push up on my elbows. “That means it’s your turn. I want your cock in my mouth.”

  “I promise you’ll get your fair share of sucking my dick, but tonight I'm going to make that pussy sing.”