Chapter 19 #2
Low, throaty sounds vibrating through his chest. Spiking his dick against her stomach. He thought he was already stiff, but those noises—all desperate and needy, as is she couldn’t get enough of him—punched him hard in the gut. Made him painfully more erect.
Ellis moved to his throat, nipping at his neck when he broke the kiss. “Clothes.”
Hell yeah. They had on too many of those.
Shirts, pants, underwear. But damn, removing all of it meant lifting his hands from her body.
Releasing the one tangled in her hair, the other cupping her ass, holding her tight against him And he wasn’t sure he had enough blood left in his brain to figure out how to do it.
Enough willpower because that hair was silky soft all wrapped around his fingers.
The brown color making her eyes look brighter.
And her ass filled his hand. Strong. Full.
Colt managed to lift his mouth off her skin, stare into her eyes. Blasted with lust, they looked like large black pools, slightly unfocused. A pink hue infused her skin, deep pants raking across his chin. She was beautiful.
He forced his hand out of her hair, mourning the loss until he found the button on her pants.
Slipped it open then yanked on the zipper.
He wasn’t sure if it opened or if the sound was the material ripping, but he didn’t care.
It worked the same. The sides split apart, exposing an inch of skin above soft panties.
Her muscles jumped as he brushed his knuckles along the edge, tracing the line of smooth flesh. Christ, her skin was warm, the sweet scent of her arousal filling his senses.
Colt clenched his teeth, willing himself not to come just from the thought of sinking inside her. All the hot wet flesh surrounding him. He pulled away enough to look her eyes, hold her attention. “Bed.”
Her gaze shifted to the spot over his shoulder, where the bed was. Two breaths and a shake of her head. “Too far.”
Well, shit.
That’s all it took to short circuit his brain.
Send him into overdrive. A few swipes of his hands and her pants were gone.
Pooled on the floor, or maybe torn into shreds.
He wasn’t sure but it didn’t matter. Nothing but soft skin beneath his palms. Her panties were gone, too.
Hopefully lying with the pants, but he’d buy her more if needed.
Better yet, she could go without. Be a step closer to letting him inside her whenever he needed her.
Which seemed to be every second of every damn day.
Another few passes and his jeans were unbuckled, shoved down to his knees.
His dick bobbing forward. Pressing hard and hot against her stomach.
Ellis moaned, wrapped one thigh around his hips then levered up.
She hadn’t moved her hands from his hair.
Used it and her elbows on his chest to lift up, position him between her thighs.
One thrust. That’s all it took. A hard tilt of his hips and he was inside her.
Balls slapping her ass, all that slippery fluid washing over him.
Ellis inhaled, biting at her bottom lip as her head thunked against the door.
Quivers clenched the length of his shaft, her chest pressed against his as she held her breath, poised on the edge. Waiting.
He grunted, latched his mouth on the spot behind her ear and bit down.
She exploded. No other way to describe it as her sheath contracted around him, that breath releasing on keening wail she muffled against his shoulder as her head fell forward, her fingers flexing in his hair.
Her hips ground against him, her climax ripping through her until she hung limp in his arms, her heart tapping wilding against his chest.
Colt nuzzled her ear, kissing the slight hurt he’d caused. “Look at me.”
She swallowed noisily, taking two tries to lift her head, stare back at him. Those beautiful eyes peering into his. And he knew he was lost. That she’d forever hold his heart. His love.
He shifted. Lifted her up a bit higher, using his weight to hold her in place as he traced the line of her jaw with his fingertips. “Christ, you’re beautiful. I…”
How could he say he loved her when he hadn’t come close to finding redemption? When her life still hung in the balance?
Ellis smiled, mimicking his touch with one hand on his cheek. “Me, too. Now, shut up and love me.”
Love me.
Those two words set him off. Had him thrusting up into her. Hard. Unrelenting. She clung to his shoulders. Heels locked at the small of his back, body rising and lowering with each punishing stroke. She chanted his name against his ear, urging him on, biting at the muscles cording in his neck.
Too much. The wet sounds as he pounded into her. The needy moans crushed against his neck. The slide of her skin over his as she shimmied from the force. It pushed him over.
A few more hard thrusts, and he was coming. Cock emptying inside of her in endless spurts. His face buried in all of that soft hair. The touch of citrus mixing with the sharp aroma of sex. The press of her fingers against his shoulders as she crested, again.
Colt leaned fully against the door, locking his knees so he didn’t take them both to the floor.
Not that he thought she’d even notice. Her eyes were squeezed shut against his neck, her chest heaving as she gasped in air.
Tremors moved through her arms, shivering down her torso, and he wasn’t sure how she held on.
“Brett.”
His name. Whispered. The soft sound loosening something in his chest. Warming it.
And he realized it didn’t matter if she’d come to the same conclusion.
If she was just as lost as he was. If she couldn’t picture her life without him in it.
He believed enough for both of them. And he’d wait.
As long as it took. Days, months, years.
He’d gladly spend his entire life proving what they had was real.
Which meant making her comfortable. And pressed against the door, his body crushing hers, their combined releases soaking their skin, wasn’t seeing to that comfort.
Colt eased back. Not enough to lower her. He wasn’t quite ready for that. Just a few inches. “Shower?”
Christ, he really needed to get more than one word out at a time.
Even though this new Ellis was an operative.
Could hold her own against armed men. Could probably kick Colt’s ass if she really wanted to.
She was still essentially the woman he’d cherished all that time in the service.
Still highly intellectual. She needed words.
Conversation. Him expressing himself, instead of barking out what sounded like orders because his damn brain was too fried to process more.
He’d spent so much time shutting down, holding everything tightly inside, that he’d forgotten how to let it go. Show her how he felt when the words wouldn’t quite form on his tongue, yet.
She chuckled, glazed eyes focusing on him. “You going to do all the work? Because I’m not sure I can lift my arms.”
“Promise. Hold on.”
He wrapped his arms around her—one at her waist, the other under her ass. Tugged her in close then turned, kicking his jeans and boxers off to one side as he headed for the shower still pressed together. His weakening erection still inside her.
Ellis inhaled, and her rough exhalation spoke volumes.
Her body contracted a few more times before he stopped outside the glass doors, aware he needed to put her down.
Get them both fully naked. Warm up the water first. Grab some towels.
But damn, it was hard. Getting his fingers to lift from her skin, let his dick slide out of her sex.
Took him a few tries, but he managed it. Made quick work of turning on the taps and getting a couple of towels. Testing the water before motioning her in. She smiled, drew her finger along his chest, then stepped inside. Sighing as the water cascaded along her skin.
She made room for him, moving into his arms the moment he shut the door. And just like that, time stopped. Everything but the two of them encased in glass and steam fading from his mind. No threat. No men trying to kill her. Just her body tight against his. Safe. Loved.
Ellis slid her arms beneath his, palming his back as she pulled herself even tighter. She didn’t speak. Just stood with him beneath the spray. Content.
He smiled against her hair. “You know, eventually I’m going to get it right. Spend hours with you beneath my hands. My mouth. I might even manage to set the scene. Light some candles. Soft music in the background.”
She eased back. Looked up. “Or, you could take me, again, right here in the shower. Because all I really need is you.”