“I did,” she soothed. “I know that now. I was so upset and furious that day that I just didn’t think. All I knew was that I was hurt, and angry, and betrayed. All I could see was that you’d lied to me the entire time we were together, and I was being made a fool again.”
“I wanted to tell you the truth about the camping trip,” he murmured, taking a step back toward her.
“I don’t care about the camping trip, Colt. I wanted you to tell me about Allan. How he’s your brother. If you would have come to me instead of keeping me in the dark, I’d never even considered the fact that you might have been sleeping with me to get revenge on him.”
“I’m not.” He clenched his jaw, hard. “That has never been a factor in why we were together.”
“I know that. Now.”
He shook his head. “It’s not something I’m proud to know. I hated being a Waggoner all my life, but…I kinda think I hate being a Sunquist more. I kept waiting for the right moment, but then—”
“I know,” she said softly as his body pressed against her own. He’d pushed forward against her and instead of backing up, she’d held her ground. Her br**sts pressed against his costume, and she felt his gloved hand slide to her hip.
“Your business?” he asked, staring down at her through the mask.
“Recovering,” she said. “I’m going to be just fine.”
“I’m not,” he said in a ragged voice. “I need you.”
Her heart thumped wildly in her chest. “I need you, too.”
“I don’t want to go to Alaska,” he rasped, his hand grasping her ass tightly. “I was going just to get away from you. So you wouldn’t have to have me in your face all the time like Allan.”
“I don’t want you to go,” she said softly, and to her horror, her eyes brimmed with tears. “I still love you.”
“I f**king worship you,” he said in a gruff voice. “I’m not worth your time of day, but I love you, and I want to make you happy.”
“You do,” she said with a tearful smile. “You do.”
His mouth captured hers, the thrust of his tongue hard, needy. His kiss was the only response she needed.
Beth Ann moaned, her arms twining around his neck. “Colt,” she whimpered. “I need you.”
“God,” he whispered in a ragged breath. He pushed her forward, until they slammed into the counter of her hairdressing station. Her legs wrapped around him and his hands supported her, wedged between his hard body and the counter.
“Can I take this shit off?” he rasped.
A happy laugh bubbled in her throat. “But I’ve always wanted to make love to Batman.”
“Fuck Batman,” he said with a growl. “I want you to f**k me.”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Let’s go to my air mattress in the back,” she said softly, and scraped her nails over the chest of the costume.
His arms wrapped around her and he carried her back to the small private area. Her small bed was there, and he gently set her down. Her hands immediately went to his belt, and she began to undo the costume.
“I don’t know how Batman fights crime in this shit,” he grumbled, tugging at the rubber cowl on his head. “I feel like a giant, sweaty condom.”
She laughed. “But you look so sexy.”
“Then it’s worth everything,” he said, his voice muffled as he tugged the mask from his head. Then it was Colt looking down at her, Colt with his beautiful, predatory gaze that raked over her. His short hair clung to his scalp in sweaty spikes, and she saw a smear of dirt on his forehead. As he shucked the rest of the costume off, she caught the faint scent of him—wood smoke. Her pu**y clenched with need. “You just came from the woods?”
“I did.” He paused. “I should have showered. I didn’t think—”
“I don’t care,” she said, tugging his now-naked body down to her. “I just want you.”
His fingers slid to her star-covered panties, moved between her legs and rubbed just as he gave her another deep kiss. She moaned as he continued to rub her, and she felt wet and aching even through the costume. “So beautiful,” Colt murmured, then stood up and took her foot in his hands. He tugged her boot off and gently kissed the arch of her foot. It shot a bolt of lust straight to her pu**y and she gasped at the sensation. He grinned at her response, and quickly removed her other boot. His hands slid to her panties, and he pressed his mouth to her clit through them, burying his face there.
She cried out.
“Missed you,” he said, kissing her through the satin. “Missed you so much.”
She had, too. It felt glorious to touch him again, to feel his hard muscles, damp with sweat, under her fingers. To feel his mouth on her. He tugged her panties down a moment later, then smiled at her bare pu**y. “Stayed waxed?”
She gave a soft little laugh. “Hope springs eternal.”
“Mmm,” he said, leaning to press a kiss there. “Hope tastes delicious, too.”
She shivered, then shimmied into a sitting position. “Help me get this corset off.”
He did, and a moment later, she tossed it aside, and they were both naked together. He fell over her, and she felt his bare chest press against her br**sts, felt his dog tags flutter against her skin.
Tears pricked her eyes as he bent over her to gently, reverently kiss her br**sts.
“Beth Ann?” He looked up at her watery sniff. “Baby?”
She locked her legs around him, digging her heels against his hips to try and pull him down. “I just want you inside me, Colt. Now. Please.”
He kissed her breast, hard, in response, and then lifted up. His fingers slid between her legs, brushing against her clit, sliding through the moisture there. “Wet and ready for me.”
“Always ready,” she said softly. “I need you.”
His hand went to his thick c**k and she watched his hand grasp it, move it to her waiting hips, nudge the head of it at the core of her. She cried out softly when he pushed inside her, slowly, carefully, exquisitely. Her name was a soft, wondering breath as he pumped into her body, his thrust hard and claiming. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he began to immediately rock into her, hard. Yes, oh God yes, she needed this so badly. Needed him. And this was the most exquisite kind of torture. Her hips rose to meet his, her movements jerky with the need and tension through her body. “Please,” she whispered. Heat throbbed through her with every stroke. “Please, Colt.”