Page 90 of My Best Bet
My mind drifted back to Centre Ice, back to the day I let out a strangled noise and backed away from him because I was too nervous to kiss him at first. I covered my face to smother my own pathetic laugh. “Oh my God, you’re right.”
“And you’re the same Mer I’ve always wanted, so don’t worry. I know your brain, babe,” he said with a laugh.
I gave him a deadpan look, but a smile tugged at my lips, and I felt my body finally start to relax.
He raked a hand through his hair. “I’m relieved. I thought you were having second thoughts about me. And now that I know the issue,” he cocked his head to the side as he stared down at me, “I can fix the problem.”
My eyebrows tugged together. “What? How are you going to–”
He pulled down the covers and his hand went to the bottom of my shirt. “Can I?”
Biting my lip, I nodded.
He pulled my shirt up, but instead of tugging my arms out, he looped the sleeves around in a weird knot and tied it to the bed frame.
“Colt,” I squealed with a laugh.
“Shh,” he warned, amusement on his face.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“I’m fixing it for you.” A shy grin pulled at his lips. “You’re not gonna enjoy this if you’re overthinking. And now you can’t overthink because you can’t move.” He trailed his fingers down my chest, between my boobs, down to my belly button, making my whole body shiver. “All you can do is lay back and enjoy it while I erase everything else. Wanna let me?”
Yes.Yes, I really did want to let him. “But… What about you?”
“Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I'm enjoying this.” He swiped his thumb across the center of my boob, making me gasp. “No overthinking, Mer. Just feel.” His hand smoothed down my body, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin. “What do you say?”
“Yes,” I breathed out.
A wicked grin spread on his face as he moved over top of me. His hand easily smoothed under me to squeeze my butt. “Alright, tell me to stop and I’ll stop immediately. We don’t have to do anything tonight. It’s all up to you, alright?”
I nodded hurriedly as he kissed down my neck, sucking in, biting me, making me gasp, then smoothing my skin with more kisses.
“Are you… giving me… a hickey right now?” I rasped out, too wound up with pleasure to focus.
“Want me to stop?” he murmured against my skin.
No.
He grinned and continued kissing down my neck while his calloused hands pulled back my bra and immediately found exactly where I needed him. He pinched me, making my hips buck against the mattress.
“Colt,” I breathed out, feeling my body hum with pleasure.
“So fucking beautiful, Mer.” He settled lower, trailing kisses down my stomach, on the inside of my thigh, while drawing an organism out of me with his fingers.
The wave of pleasure made me feel looser, more confident, and I was filled with a mixture of lust and love for him.
As soon as he pulled my shirt free, I rolled around so I was on top of him, my thighs on either side of his waist. My boobs brushed against his chest as I kissed him, and his hands wandered between us, continuing to tune my body.
“You want to?” I asked breathlessly.
“Fuck, babe.” His eyebrows flew up. “Yeah, do you?”
This was a long time coming. He was the only guy I ever wanted to be with. My hand went to his left side, to his tattoo, and I nodded.
But once he lined up against my entrance, my body went taut with tension, and he noticed. Pausing, his thumb stroked my cheek. “Look at me, baby,” he gently ordered.
My eyes locked with his.
