“You remember the evening in the kitchen?” He nodded. Of course, he remembers that. How could either of us forget an evening like that? “I want you to beg, just like you said you would.” It had honestly been a big turn-on for me, and I wanted to see it again-right here, right now.
“Beg?” It was more of a playful question coming from him, and I knew he was about to do it.
“Yes. Beg.”
“Okay.” He slowly got down on his knees like he had that evening in the kitchen. He looked up at me, meeting my eyes, and I smiled. He was giving me exactly what I wanted.
“Please, darlin. Let me touch you. I need to feel your warmth. I need to feel your touch. I need to feel our bodies together. I need to hold you close and feel your heartbeat in sync with mine. I need a kiss from you. Can’t you see, darlin’, I need you. I need to drown in every. Single. Piece. Of. You.” His hands traced along my body, and it helped the mood. I wanted him to touch me, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I was about to give in. “Please, let me. I promise to be gentle.” I grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him up to me.
“I need you, too, but don’t you dare be gentle.”
The last thing I want is gentleness.
I want rough.
I want to be desperate.
He pulled a piece of hair out of my eyes and placed it behind my ear ever so gently, and I was hoping that it was going to be the last gentle thing he did tonight. I let out a breath, and he closed the distance between us, shoving me against the wall. Our lips locked together.
With Colt Hogan kissing me, the world was jut standingstill.
I could taste him.
I could feel him.
The kiss deepened quickly, the thought of hiding to keep us hidden only intensifying it all. My hands found his hair, just like our scene on the porch. We continued kissing, and I could feel his hands wrapped around my waist. He lifted me and started walking. When I landed, we were on the couch, Colt on top of me. My heart was pounding even faster than ever before.
“Darlin’…”
“Cowboy…”
His hands moved down my body, stopping at my hips. I could feel his grip tighten. I looked at him, wondering how we got here…after all this time had passed. He leaned back on his hands, taking me all in. I watched as he licked his lips slightly.
“You good?” I nodded. I was so much more than good. Good didn’t even come close.
I felt amazing.
I felt safe.
I felt wholesome.
Our lips locked again, and I felt like being devoured. There was so much passion in every kiss. I never wanted that feeling to go away. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me to the wall again, pressing me firmly against it once more. His touch felt warm and rough, exploring every inch of my body.
I was starting to get a little worried that we were being too loud and that his dad might hear us. What if he walked in to see this? He would freak.
“We shouldn’t.” My body told a different story. My body said we should.
“Don’t worry, darlin.’ My dad is a heavy sleeper. Just a littlelonger?” I nodded, knowing I couldn’t stop, and tilted my head back.
He trailed his tongue down from his lips to my neck. He was so close to my sweet spot, and once he hit that, it was game over. I gasped, arching my back a little more. He had found the spot. He remained there, kissing and gently nibbling.
It was better than anything I had ever experienced.
Colt was better than anything I had ever experienced.
“We should be careful.” My words still didn’t match my body language.
“I think being careful is almost the same as being gentle, and you didn’t want that.” He was right. I didn’t want that when we started, and I don’t want that now. I can’t help myself. I need you, darlin.”
