“For knowing what I need,” she said softly. “For listening to me. For seeing me.”
“Always.”
“I’m so glad I have someone like you in my life,” she said, laying her hand on his chest. Not over his tattoo this time, but she spread her fingers over his heart, as if she could touch it. “Someone I can lean on and trust when the world around me doesn’t seem to make sense any longer.”
“Trust,” he repeated softly, as if tasting the word.
She nodded, staring down at her hand on his chest. “I can’t be in a relationship without trust. Never again. If I don’t have trust, I don’t have anything.” Her head tilted up to look at him and she smiled softly. “And that’s why I’m glad I have you.”
He leaned in to kiss her, his lips claiming hers in a gentle caress. His tongue stroked lightly against her mouth, then drew back. She continued the kiss, letting her own tongue rub against his even as his hand slid down her thigh, looking for the hem of her dress.
“Pick your poison,” he said between low, deep, searing kisses. “Countertop? Living room floor? Dining room? Bathroom? Bedroom?”
“Living room,” she said breathlessly.
He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her against him, lifting her a foot off the ground. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her into the living room and gave her another long, sweeping kiss. “This looks like a prime lovemaking area.”
She blushed, her heart thrilling at his words.
He set her down, watched her kick off her heels. Colt frowned down at the pale yellow carpet, scuffed a heavy boot along it.
“What’s wrong?”
“This shit’s cheap as hell.”
She gave a little laugh and leaned in to kiss him again. “I can’t afford expensive.”
He shook his head. “I’m not laying you down on this crap.” His eyes gleamed. “I have a better idea.”
She liked his ideas. Her ni**les hardened. “Oh?” Her voice was husky with need.
He glanced over at the window. There were two narrow windows, rounded at the top, equally spaced apart in the small living room. “Let’s go over there,” he said, and nodded at the first one.
She moved toward it, then gave Colt a questioning look. He took her hand in his own, kissed the palm with a smile, and then placed it on the wall next to the window. Then he moved to her other side and did the same.
Her palms pressed against the wall at shoulder height. If she pushed forward, her face would press through the blinds and she could see out into the street. Sunlight streamed in through the slats in the blinds over her body, leaving stripes of light on her skin.
His hands slid over her hips again, and he tugged her skirt up until it bunched around her waist. The thick raw silk fabric stayed in place, and she felt his hands slide over the soft flesh of her bottom, his fingers sliding her thong down her legs. She daintily stepped out of them and looked over her shoulder at him inquiringly.
“Keep your hands on the wall, darlin’.”
“I will,” she breathed.
He knelt by her leg, kissed one thigh. “If you wanted to open the blinds…that’s entirely up to you.”
A shocked thrill raced through her. He was going to make love with her facing this window, then? And if she wanted, she could open it and show the world his body pounding into her? Her breath came in little pants, half aroused, half alarmed. Did she have the courage to do that? Did she even want to? “I…I think I want them to stay shut,” she said.
He chuckled and kissed her leg again. “That’s fine with me. I like having you all to myself.”
Her heart fluttered. He’d have shown her off if she’d wanted it, though.
His hand slid up the inside of her thigh. Her lower half was totally exposed, she realized, and he crouched behind her. “Spread your legs for me, Beth Ann.”
A tremble flashed through her, and she did, careful to keep her hands pressed on the wall.
“Wider.”
She obeyed, her legs now almost as spread as her arms. She stared at the mini blinds, her breath hitching even faster as he brushed his fingers between her legs. “Wet, but not wet enough,” he mused. She heard him shift on the ground behind her, felt his hands cup her ass. His thumb slid down the seam of it, sending an erotic thrill through her. She wanted to press her cheek to the wall and lean against it for support, but she couldn’t lean into the window. And that was part of the torture—she was exquisitely aware of where and how her body was placed.
His hands parted the cleft of her bottom and for a shocking moment, she thought he was going to touch her there. But instead, she felt his mouth on her core. Her gasp turned into a low moan of need. His tongue stroked inside her, and she felt his nose brush against her bottom. His face was…buried there. Between her legs. From behind. A bolt of pure pleasure shot through her and she moaned, her fingers digging into the wall. Oh God. The mental picture in her mind was so incredibly erotic. His tongue swiped inside her, thrusting as his c**k would soon. She rocked her hips gently, moaning at the flutters of need racing through her.
Then he gave her one slow, long lick that seemed to last longer than all the others, so long that her body was shuddering when he finally dragged his tongue away. She whimpered when he dragged his fingers up and down her pu**y again. This time she was slick and hot with need, her folds silky from his mouth and her own arousal. “Much better.”
She felt his hands on her hips again as he stood and moved behind her. Then they moved off her again and she felt him lean in and press his c**k against her, kissing her shoulder, even as she heard him rip a condom open.
“Colt, baby…please…” Oh heavens, she never called him baby. Would he hate that? It had just slipped out.
“I’m here,” he said softly. Then she felt him pull away for a moment—putting the condom on. A moment later, she felt his hands grasping her ass again. “Lean forward a little. Push that sweet ass out to me.”
She did, stepping backward a bit and gasping when his c**k butted up against her heat. When had he gotten undressed? Did she even care? She wiggled backward a little more and felt the head of him sink deep. Was he holding still so she could impale herself on him? His hand tensed on her hip, and the head of his c**k stroked inside her, a movement that made her keen with need. He thrust shallowly into her again, a mere tease.