“You’re shaking,” he said near my ear.
“I know.”
“Look in my eyes.”
“Make me.”
He did.
His thumb lifted my chin. Two fingers under my jaw, our eyes locked. No one left to lie to, no more lies to sell.
“Still,” I said.
The single brake.
Colt paused as if the word were a switch that only I could throw. The pause burned between us.
Blue lights crossed the ceiling and highlighted Colt’s stunning face.
The police officers had circled back around. As if the world was watching us. A moment later, the lights moved on. But we didn’t.
Colt moved slowly enough to register, fast enough to erase thinking.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded.
“You,” I said.
“More.”
“I want you to touch me,” I said. “I want you to fuck me.”
Colt’s eyes widened.
My breath caught. “I want you to mark me up. Make it so everyone knows who I belong to.”
He growled a non-verbal response that told me he wanted the same. For a moment, I couldn’t believe this was happening. It wasn’t allowed to happen, but that hadn’t stopped it.
I pointed to the nightstand drawer, and Colt quickly popped over to retrieve condoms and lube.
“Turn around,” he commanded.
His voice was thick with need, half-muted by his desire to show some restraint. But I could see in his eyes; restraint had escaped long ago.
I did as I was told and carefully shifted around to position myself on my knees.
A gasp of surprise escaped me when he pulled at the waistband of my pants. In my rush, I’d forgotten I was half-dressed. Colt pulled down my jeans and I shuddered at the feeling of cheap denim as it scraped my legs.
He flipped me back over, and suddenly the world spun.
A second later, I heard the sound of a condom as it rolled over his length, followed by a slick wetness near the center of my ass. I bit my lip and tired not to let out a squeal as his fingertip circled the tight band of muscle around my hole. Colt massaged and stroked me until my body relaxed.
I pushed back against him, eager to feel more of him in me. As if some part of me was missing and wouldn’t be complete until I had Colt inside me.
He teased me at first. One hand played with my cock while the other toyed with my hole. My body bloomed, spreading. Iwas ready. And as I glanced back over my shoulder, it was clear Colt was ready, too.
I was impatient for it, but I reminded myself—though this was my house—I wasn’t the one in control here.
Colt was.
