A small smile plays at her lips. "Maybe since I saw you standing up to my father on Main Street."
I reach for her, one hand cupping her cheek. "For the record, I've wanted you since you marched up to me with that crazy marriage proposal."
"So we both want this." She leans into my touch. "What happens after?"
"We'll figure it out." I brush my thumb across her bottom lip. "Right now, all I can think about is devouring you."
She shivers, her pupils dilating. "Then take me."
Permission granted, I pull her against me, claiming her mouth with mine. There's nothing gentle about this kiss. It'shunger and heat, months of pent up frustration unleashed in an instant. Her arms wrap around my neck, body arching into mine as she meets my passion with equal force.
I walk her backward until her legs hit the bed, never breaking the kiss. My hands find the hem of her t-shirt, my t-shirt, sliding underneath to touch bare skin. She gasps against my mouth as my fingers trace up her ribcage.
"Been wanting to do this all night," I murmur, trailing kisses down her neck. "Watching you in my clothes, in my kitchen. Driving me fucking crazy."
"Colt." My name is a plea on her lips as I find the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. "You sure about this? We cross this line, there's no going back."
"I'm sure." She reaches for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. "Absolutely sure."
The sight of her naked under my shirt steals my breath. Full breasts with dusky nipples, the curve of her waist flaring to generous hips, smooth brown skin that glows in the moonlight filtering through the window.
"Fucking gorgeous," I growl, hands spanning her waist. "Look at you."
A flash of vulnerability crosses her face. "Not exactly model skinny."
"Thank God for that." I lower my head to press a kiss between her breasts. "Give me curves to hold onto any day."
The tension leaves her body at my words. Her fingers thread through my hair as I trace my tongue around one nipple, then the other. The sounds she makes when I take one into my mouth drive me wild, little gasps and moans that go straight to my cock.
"Lie back," I command softly, guiding her onto the bed.
She complies, watching me with those big dark eyes as I shed my sweatpants. Her gaze drops to my erection, and her sharp intake of breath is the sweetest ego boost a man could ask for.
"You're bigger than I expected," she admits, a flush spreading across her cheeks.
"I'll go slow." I join her on the bed, positioning myself between her thighs. "Make sure you're ready for me."
My hands slide up her legs, thumbs tracing circles on her inner thighs. She trembles under my touch, anticipation making her breath come faster. I lean down to kiss her again as my fingers find the slick heat between her legs.
"Already so wet for me." I circle her entrance, gathering moisture before stroking upward to find her clit. "Is this what you were doing when you moaned my name? Touching yourself like this?"
"Yes," she admits, hips rising to meet my hand. "Thinking about you."
"Show me." The request surprises us both. "Show me how you touch yourself."
Her eyes widen, but after a moment's hesitation, her hand joins mine. I pull back to watch as she circles her clit, setting a rhythm that has her biting her lip to hold back sounds.
"Don't be quiet," I tell her. "I want to hear every noise you make."
With that, I slide one finger inside her, then another, matching the pace of her fingers on her clit. She cries out, back arching off the bed.
"That's it." I curl my fingers, finding the spot that makes her gasp. "Show me how to make you come."
To my surprise, she reaches for my free hand, guiding it to her breast. "Pinch," she instructs, voice breathy. "Not too gentle."
I follow her lead, rolling her nipple between my fingers with just enough pressure to walk the line between pleasure and pain. Her reaction is immediate, body tensing, inner walls clenching around my fingers.
