Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
COLT
"Either you open this door, or I will."
My voice comes out rougher than intended, desire stripping away any pretense of control. I stand outside my own bedroom door, fist pressed against the wood, heart hammering against my ribs.
I shouldn't be here. Should be on the couch pretending I didn't hear her moan my name while pleasuring herself. Should be maintaining the professional distance our arrangement requires.
But I've never been good at denying what I want. And right now, I want the woman on the other side of this door more than I've wanted anything in years.
Silence stretches on the other side of the door for several heartbeats. Then I hear soft footsteps approaching. The door opens just enough for me to see Savannah standing there in my borrowed t-shirt, her hair tousled, her face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering desire.
"I can explain," she starts, but her eyes drop to my chest, widening slightly when she realizes I've shed my shirt. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, the simple gesture sending a jolt of need straight to my groin.
"No need." I keep my voice low, controlled. "I think I understand perfectly."
"This wasn't part of our deal." She doesn't back away as I step closer.
"I know." Another step. "Tell me to leave, Savannah. Tell me to go back to the couch, and we can pretend this never happened."
She looks up at me, those dark eyes swimming with the same battle I'm fighting. Logic versus desire. She opens her mouth, and for a moment, I think she's going to send me away.
Then her hand reaches for mine, tugging me into the bedroom.
"Don't make me say it," she whispers.
"Say what?" I need to hear it. Need to know she wants this as badly as I do.
"That I want you." The confession echoes what I already know. "That I've wanted you since you kissed me this morning."
I close the door behind me, never breaking eye contact. "Just since this morning?"
A small smile plays at her lips. "Maybe since I saw you standing up to my father on Main Street."
I reach for her, one hand cupping her cheek. "For the record, I've wanted you since you marched up to me with that crazy marriage proposal."
"So we both want this." She leans into my touch. "What happens after?"
"We'll figure it out." I brush my thumb across her bottom lip. "Right now, all I can think about is devouring you."
She shivers, her pupils dilating. "Then take me."
Permission granted, I pull her against me, claiming her mouth with mine. There's nothing gentle about this kiss. It's hunger and heat, months of pent up frustration unleashed in an instant. Her arms wrap around my neck, body arching into mine as she meets my passion with equal force.
I walk her backward until her legs hit the bed, never breaking the kiss. My hands find the hem of her t-shirt, my t-shirt, sliding underneath to touch bare skin. She gasps against my mouth as my fingers trace up her ribcage.
"Been wanting to do this all night," I murmur, trailing kisses down her neck. "Watching you in my clothes, in my kitchen. Driving me fucking crazy."
"Colt." My name is a plea on her lips as I find the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. "You sure about this? We cross this line, there's no going back."
"I'm sure." She reaches for the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. "Absolutely sure."
The sight of her naked under my shirt steals my breath. Full breasts with dusky nipples, the curve of her waist flaring to generous hips, smooth brown skin that glows in the moonlight filtering through the window.
"Fucking gorgeous," I growl, hands spanning her waist. "Look at you."
A flash of vulnerability crosses her face. "Not exactly model skinny."
"Thank God for that." I lower my head to press a kiss between her breasts. "Give me curves to hold onto any day."
The tension leaves her body at my words. Her fingers thread through my hair as I trace my tongue around one nipple, then the other. The sounds she makes when I take one into my mouth drive me wild, little gasps and moans that go straight to my cock.
"Lie back," I command softly, guiding her onto the bed.
She complies, watching me with those big dark eyes as I shed my sweatpants. Her gaze drops to my erection, and her sharp intake of breath is the sweetest ego boost a man could ask for.
"You're bigger than I expected," she admits, a flush spreading across her cheeks.
"I'll go slow." I join her on the bed, positioning myself between her thighs. "Make sure you're ready for me."
My hands slide up her legs, thumbs tracing circles on her inner thighs. She trembles under my touch, anticipation making her breath come faster. I lean down to kiss her again as my fingers find the slick heat between her legs.
"Already so wet for me." I circle her entrance, gathering moisture before stroking upward to find her clit. "Is this what you were doing when you moaned my name? Touching yourself like this?"
"Yes," she admits, hips rising to meet my hand. "Thinking about you."
"Show me." The request surprises us both. "Show me how you touch yourself."
Her eyes widen, but after a moment's hesitation, her hand joins mine. I pull back to watch as she circles her clit, setting a rhythm that has her biting her lip to hold back sounds.
"Don't be quiet," I tell her. "I want to hear every noise you make."
With that, I slide one finger inside her, then another, matching the pace of her fingers on her clit. She cries out, back arching off the bed.
"That's it." I curl my fingers, finding the spot that makes her gasp. "Show me how to make you come."
To my surprise, she reaches for my free hand, guiding it to her breast. "Pinch," she instructs, voice breathy. "Not too gentle."
I follow her lead, rolling her nipple between my fingers with just enough pressure to walk the line between pleasure and pain. Her reaction is immediate, body tensing, inner walls clenching around my fingers.
"Harder," she demands, and when I comply, she falls apart. Her orgasm crashes through her, my name a second ragged cry on her lips as she rides my hand.
Before she can fully recover, I replace her fingers with my mouth, tongue flat against her oversensitive clit. She cries out, hands fisting in my hair, body jerking with aftershocks.
"Too much," she gasps.
"Take it," I growl against her, the vibration making her thighs shake. "Let me taste you when you come again."
I work her relentlessly, fingers still inside her, mouth sucking and licking until she's writhing beneath me. When I feel her getting close again, I slow my pace, drawing out her pleasure until she's practically begging.
"Fuck me, Colt." Her honesty strips away any remaining restraint. "I need you inside me. Now."
I reach for the nightstand drawer, fumbling for a condom. Her hand stops mine.
"I'm on birth control." Her eyes meet mine. "And I'm clean. Just got tested after Brett."
"I'm clean too," I tell her. "Get checked regularly."
"Then don't make me wait anymore."
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. "Look at me," I command softly. When her eyes meet mine, I push forward, entering her in one slow, steady stroke.
The tight heat of her body nearly undoes me. I freeze, buried to the hilt, fighting for control.
"God, you feel amazing," I groan, forehead resting against hers. "So fucking tight."
Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into muscle. "Move. Please."
I pull back and thrust forward again, setting a deliberate pace that has us both panting. She wraps her legs around my waist, changing the angle, taking me deeper.
"Faster," she urges, meeting each thrust with a roll of her hips.
I comply, driving into her with increasing force. The bed frame creaks beneath us, the headboard thumping against the wall as I lose myself in her body.
To my surprise, she suddenly pushes against my chest. Before I can ask what's wrong, she's flipping our positions, straddling me with a confidence I didn't expect.
"My turn," she says, sinking down on my length with a moan that makes my toes curl.
She rides me with skill that leaves me breathless, her body undulating in a rhythm that builds pleasure with every movement. I grip her hips, guiding her up and down my shaft, mesmerized by the sight of her taking her pleasure.
"Where did you learn to move like this?" I manage between ragged breaths.
A slow smile spreads across her face. "Just because I've never felt that spark doesn't mean I haven't had sex, Colt."
She leans down, changing the angle again, her lips brushing my ear. "Besides, I like riding your cock. Controlling the pace. Making you lose control."
The dirty talk from her sweet mouth drives me wild. I thrust upward, meeting her movements with my own. One hand slides between us to where we're joined, my thumb finding her clit.
"Thought I was supposed to be the one in charge," I growl, circling the sensitive bud in time with our thrusts.
"We can take turns," she gasps, movements becoming erratic as pleasure builds.
I feel her body tightening around me, so close to release. With a swift motion, I flip us again, pinning her beneath me. Her surprised gasp turns into a moan as I drive into her hard and fast.
"Come for me, Savannah." I command, voice rough with exertion. "I want to feel your juices on my cock."
Her body responds to my words, inner walls clenching as she falls over the edge. The sight of her coming undone beneath me, my name on her lips, sends me following right after. Pleasure crashes through me with an intensity that steals my breath, my vision going white as I empty myself inside her.
In the aftermath, we lay tangled together, sweat cooling on our skin, hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm. I pull her against my chest, not ready to break the connection between us. Her head fits perfectly under my chin, her curves molding to my harder planes like she was made to be there.
Something dawns on me as I hold her. Something I'm not ready to name but can't deny. This wasn't just sex. This was...different. Special in a way I haven't experienced before. The realization should terrify me, but instead, it settles into my chest like a certainty.
"What are you thinking?" she asks softly, fingers tracing patterns on my chest.
I could lie. Should keep things casual, remind us both this was just physical release. But I offer the truth instead.
"That I'm in trouble," I admit, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Because that was more than just sex for me."
She stiffens slightly in my arms before relaxing again. "For me too," she whispers.
The joint admission makes my heart flutter like a damn teenager, but I’m not sure either of us is ready to explore what it means. So, I pull her closer, letting the weight of her body ground me in this moment.
Six months, I remind myself. Our arrangement is for six months. Plenty of time to figure out what's happening between us. Plenty of time to determine if what I'm feeling is real or just the result of explosive chemistry.
As she drifts to sleep in my arms, her breathing deep and even against my chest, I'm faced with an uncomfortable truth. I've known Savannah Parker for all of three days, and I'm already feeling things I've never felt before.
Things I have no business feeling for a woman who's only with me to inherit a house.
Things that will make our inevitable separation in six months feel like having my heart ripped from my chest.
I'm so fucked.