Chapter 14
Fourteen
Colt
I hold my breath, thinking I’ve blown it.
That she’ll pull back.
My fingers are clenched so tightly into my thighs they’re cramping.
But I still don’t move.
Not as the moment stretches.
Not as her body shifts away from mine ever so slightly and disappointment slices through my abdomen.
Fuck.
She’s going to—
In a sudden rush of movement, she closes the distance between our bodies.
One second, I’m fighting that crippling disappointment and the next, I’m stunned stupid by the feel of her body against mine.
Soft hands on my shoulders, lush tits pressed to my side…lips that taste like heaven taking mine.
It’s the sweetest kiss of my life—gentle and easy, her mouth sipping at mine.
It takes everything in me to keep my hands on my legs, to not put them on her body, to not dive them into her hair, deepening the kiss. Hell, it takes everything in me to follow her lead and not part my lips, to not plunge my tongue into her mouth and taste her like I’m desperate to.
But I let her lead.
Even as one of her hands slides up my neck and into my hair, fisting the strands tightly, sending little sensual bites of pain along my nape.
It doesn’t hurt, not really.
But it does further erode my control.
“More,” I rasp when she pulls back.
More hands on my body. More lips against mine. Just…more.
Her mouth curves and she shifts closer, kissing me again. Only this time it’s more. More lips. More tongue. More of her gorgeous body pressed to mine.
She strokes her tongue against the seam of my mouth and I part my lips, allowing her inside.
Her moan is soft, but it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard, and the way she brushes her breasts against my arm, tightens her hand in my hair…
More of my control eroded.
More need coiling in my stomach.
More cramping in my fingers.
“You taste good,” she whispers.
“Like fucking ambrosia,” I rasp, digging my fingers into my jeans, knowing I’m probably giving myself bruises but not able to summon one flying fuck about it. “More?” I ask.
Or maybe beg.
Either way, there’s a flicker of mischief, of sultry feminine confidence in those gorgeous blue eyes.
And then I get her mouth back on mine, her body pressing closer, those gentle strokes of her tongue, the firm grip of my hair, the softness of her body against the hardness of mine.
I’ve never had a more addictive drug.
But I know when she breaks away to suck in another breath and then her grip tightens and she leans in again that she’s had enough.
She’s as under the influence of desire as I am.
And it would only take one slight nudge to send her in the wrong direction, to have that panic sweeping up and taking over.
To steal this from her too.
So, I finally release my legs, the blood burning through my flesh as I slowly catch her shoulder, staying her before her mouth can find mine again.
“Enough, baby.”
Her eyes are dilated, her lips are swollen, and she blinks dazedly. “Wh-what?”
“That’s enough for tonight, baby.”
“I—what?”
Smiling, I slide my hand down along her arm until I can lace my fingers through hers and draw her up to her feet. “Walk me out, starfire?”
A blink.
Another.
Then she shakes her head as though to clear it. “You’re going?”
“You need to go to bed,” I remind her. “And I need to pack for the road trip.”
“R-right,” she whispers.
But her eyes skate away…and there’s something in them that I don’t like.
“What is it?” I ask when she tries pull her hand from mine. I hold on, but only for a second then reluctantly allow her fingers to slip free.
“Nothing,” she says softly. “Let’s get your coat and shoes—”
“Kylie.”
She starts for the door and I hurry to catch her, taking my jacket that she holds out. But I don’t step into the boots she toes in my direction. “What is it?”
A shake of her head. “Like I said, nothing.”
“Not nothing.” I step closer, crouch a little to see her eyes. “Tell me.”
She’s quiet for so long, I think she’s not going to, that she’ll close down and tell me to go—and I would.
Because I don’t think I could deny this woman anything.
“Please,” I murmur.
More quiet, but her gaze comes back to mine, lingers, her cheeks going pink.
“I…” Her mouth opens, closes, then her eyes go over my shoulder. “Well, I…” She nibbles at her bottom lip. “You know I’m not…all that…”
I nod encouragingly, wait patiently (or at least, patiently on the outside) as she finds the right words.
“I’m not all that experienced,” she whispers. “And I haven’t…” Her throat works. “Obviously, I haven’t done that for a long time. I…”
I wait, wishing I could draw her close, could taste her again, could—
“Well, was that…okay?”
On a list of questions I was expecting her to ask, that wouldn’t even have been in the top thousand.
In fact, it takes me by so much surprise, I laugh.
Which isn’t the right move in this situation—not even in the top thousand.
She slides back a step, cheeks going pinker.
“Kylie,” I murmur, catching her fingers, keeping her in place. “Baby.”
“It’s okay,” she says, not looking at me. “I know I’m not any good at—”
I press her hand to my pelvis, to where my dick is currently trying to poke its way out of my jeans. “If you were any better at it, baby, I’d be taking this somewhere you’re not ready to go.”
Her fingers flex, curving around the hard length of my erection, and I bite back my groan.
“Oh,” she whispers.
“Yeah.” I peel her palm free. “Oh.”
Her smile…fuck, it’s adorable.
And tempting.
I want to taste it.
I want to do a fuck of a lot more than kiss her again.
So, I step back.
Shove my feet into my boots and do them up.
Tug on my jacket.
It’s only when I’ve unlocked and opened the door that I dare touch her again.
I brush the backs of my knuckles along her cheek.
“Only good dreams tonight, starfire.”