When he pulled back, she whimpered, not understanding why he would possibly stop when they were just beginning. “House, now!” was his answer to her unspoken question, and then the breath was pushed from her lungs when he lifted her up and hoisted her over his shoulder.
Brielle was horrified. He was carrying her caveman style into the house, and in front of who knew how many of her workers, but when he slammed the door shut behind them, and she opened her mouth to protest his Neanderthal ways, he simply pressed her against the door and began where he’d left off back at her truck.
Any and all objections faded away.
She was lost as he gripped her thighs and lifted her, letting the door help hold her up as his body pressed against hers and he pushed against her core, making the fire burning deep inside turn her into red-hot lava.
His mouth commandeered hers as he traced her lips with his sure tongue before entering again and making her veins tingle and throb. He cupped her sweetly rounded behind with his hand as she clamped her legs tightly around him.
When he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her cutoffs and touched her flesh, she moaned, opening her mouth further to his probing tongue.
This wasn’t what she’d planned when she started out of the house late this morning, but as he pushed against her, she understood that plans were made to be broken. Best-laid plans. This was a much better way to spend her afternoon.
“I need you, Brielle,” he groaned, after barely pulling back far enough from her mouth to speak.
“Then take me, Colt.” She let her head fall back against the door, and he began nibbling down her neck.
“Please tell me you’re sure...”
Why did he need to say this? She didn’t want to think about whether or not she was sure, didn’t want to analyze the situation. All she wanted to do right now was feel — feel everything he was doing to her, and more.
“Yes,” she said, because she was sure that if they didn’t complete this, she would curl up and die.
That settled that. Still holding her against him, he pushed away from the door and began moving to the staircase. She didn’t ask him how he knew where her room was; she was too focused on the way he was licking along her neck.
He climbed the stairs with her in his arms, and he didn’t even grow short of breath. That was something for her to think about later. The sheer strength this man possessed was a huge turn-on for her. She’d never been carried off before. And she’d never felt so sure of anything in her life.
When he reached her room, she was ready for him to rip her clothes right off, but he somehow managed to set her down gently on the bed, then step back and take a long look at the picture she made.
Her flesh was pink, her ni**les hard, and her shorts too tight. She wanted all barriers between them gone. As if reading her mind, he reached down and began undoing his jeans. She couldn’t remove her gaze from the beautiful trail of hair that led to the buttons there. Each one that he undid brought her that much closer to seeing his magnificence.
At last, he grabbed his jeans and briefs in tight fingers and pushed them down. She gaped helplessly at his lean hips, the ripples in his abs, and each glorious inch of flesh below that he displayed for her greedy eyes.
Because the denim was wet, it took a little more effort for him to peel his jeans away, but it was worth the wait, because when he freed himself, she gasped in delight.
“Oh, Colt, I’m so ready for this,” she sighed, practically drooling as his manhood sprung forth in all its breathtaking glory. He was thick, solid, and more than primed for combat, and the sheen on the head of all that flesh made her bite her lip in anticipation.
He had to groan, and, hearing that, she lifted her eyes upward to meet his, which were burning with desire. “If you keep looking at me like I’m the main course, I won’t last long enough for either of us to fully enjoy this,” he warned her as he joined her on the bed.
“Colt, you’re not the main course — you are most certainly the best course: dessert,” she replied with a come-hither smile.
And he came hither. With another growl, he lay on top of her and captured her lips once more, ravishing her mouth before turning both their bodies sideways so he could pull the string at the back of her bikini top.
In two seconds flat her br**sts were freed and she reveled in the feel of them pressing against his muscled chest. She wriggled to get even closer.
No dice. He pushed her on her back and trailed his mouth down her neck, licking the skin before nipping it and making her cry out for more. Moving farther down her body, he circled his mouth around each of her luscious br**sts in turn, teasing her, taking his time to get to the hard peaks she so desperately wanted him to suck.
“Now, Colt. Please.” She lifted her hands into his hair and guided him there. And he was finally fastening on one sensitive bud and taking the pink flesh into his mouth while swiping his tongue across its aching surface.
She cried out as she felt the heat building inside her, felt herself on the edge of exploding, and he hadn’t even touched her core yet. If loving this was wrong, she didn’t want to be right.
He moved to her other breast and gave it ample attention before running his tongue down the center of her cle**age and making his way to her stomach, sucking and licking every inch of quivering flesh.
When he undid her cutoffs and began stripping them away, she lifted her h*ps from the bed to make it easier for him, needing his mouth where she was pulsing with hunger. He didn’t make her wait long.
After getting rid of her tiny shorts and tinier panties, he spread her legs and licked her inner thighs, growling in his appreciation of her hot scent before he moved upward and ran his tongue along her sensitive folds.
When he clamped his lips onto the pulsing bud of her womanhood, she jerked up from the bed, and the greatest pleasure of all ripped through her in wave after blissful wave.
“Yes,” she cried out, clasping her hands in his hair and holding him there, afraid he would stop before she was ready for him to.
She had nothing to fear on that score. He swept his tongue across her flesh in time with the pulsations of her body, and drew out her pleasure for so long that when it ended, she collapsed against the mattress.
She was spent. There was no possible way she could do more, and it was just too bad for him. As if he could read her mind, he chuckled. “Don’t get too comfortable, Brielle. We aren’t finished,” he told her, and he slipped two fingers inside her hot sheath.