50. Chapter 50
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T here’s never been anything I needed more in this life than for Libby to tell me she’s all in. I didn’t know it until the words were coming out of her mouth. But now that I know she is, I want to savor this moment. I want to savor her.
“Come with me,” I say as I grab her hand and pull her into the house with me. She doesn’t question me, which only adds to my euphoria. She trusts me .
Once we are inside, I take us around the first corner so that any guys that might be left aren’t privy to what I’m about to do. As soon as I’m sure we are out of sight, I grab Libby by the waist and push her up against the wall. A gasp escapes her and I use my mouth to catch it. The minty flavor of her tongue dances with the tobacco taste that is always lingering.
Not being able to help myself, I bite down on her lip and the moan she blesses me with ignites my carnal instincts. I slip my hands down the back of her thighs and pick her up with ease. Keeping her pinned with my hips, I grab her face and tilt it up so that I can deepen the kiss.
I’ve known her body like the back of my hand for months now, but the same adrenaline courses through my veins as the first time. I breaking our kiss and bury myself into her neck. Libby’s chest heaves as she twists her fingers into my hair, driving me wild. I nip and suck and kiss on every inch of skin that I can before it’s no longer enough.
“Wrap your legs, baby.” She does as she’s told and I grab her ass in both hands, my fingers grazing her lace panties she’s wearing under the dress she showed up in. Fuck me . Turning on my heels in search of something suitable to lay her on, my cock aches against my zipper. Luckily, there are a couple of sawhorses with a piece of plywood on top, draped in a canvas where the blueprints are laying.
Shifting her weight into one hand, I use the other and push all the papers onto the floor. I steal one last, intoxicating kiss before I lay her on the makeshift table. The sight of her laying here, dress sitting high on her thighs, surrounded by dust and tools, is something I want burned in my memory forever.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, in awe of her. The pink that spreads across her cheeks matches what has taken over her chest since the moment I had her against the wall. “What are you in the mood for, Libs?” Her brows bunch together before I’m able to elaborate. “Do you want me to ask?” I trail the back of my fingers up her leg. “Or do you want me to be in control?” I stop just before I reach the apex of her thighs and am rewarded with her panties already soaking. “It’ll be hard to contain myself once I get started, but it’s your choice.” Finding her eyes again, I make sure she understands me. “It’s always your choice.”
Her eyes stay fixed on mine as she catches her breath. “I don’t want to think, Colt.” The words go straight to my heart. This woman, the one I have loved for weeks, is asking me to take it all away for her. And if one thing is ever true, it’s that I’ll never let her down.
Hooking my fingers under the waist of her panties, I slowly slide them down her legs and tuck them into my back pocket. I run my hands over her thighs one more time before propping her foot on my shoulder. Kissing my way up her silky smooth legs until I’m at her core. Libby wriggles on the table. Her anticipation would be cute if I was able to focus on anything other than her pussy, begging for my attention.
I take one last breath before dipping my head down and devouring her.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask Libby as we lay on the canvas I threw on the floor in the midst of everything. If bliss was a place, it would be right here. With the woman of my dreams laying naked with me, her head on my chest.
Libby plays with my fingers in her hand with a lazy smile gracing her lips. “I swear that’s not what I came here for.” She props herself up on her elbow to look at me. “But it was a pleasant turn of events.”
“I’m glad I didn’t disappoint,” I tease with a wink.
She sits up, grabbing my shirt from where it was tossed next to us and wraps it around herself. My cock jumps back to life. I definitely have a soft spot for seeing her in my clothes.
“I’m sorry for pushing you away,” she whispers.
“It’s okay, Libs. I’ll never be upset with you for doing what you need to do.” I don’t think there’s much she could do to upset me. Any boundaries I’ve ever held with others just don’t apply to her.
“Is it really that easy?”
“Yes.” I hate every person that has ever made her feel like she has to prove herself to them. Or beg for their understanding. “I told you I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me and I meant that. I just want you happy.”
She lifts a brow. “How are you real?”
“Let me show you,” I say as I roll and trap her underneath me, her laugh filling the empty spaces of the building. And I want nothing more than to hear it for the rest of my life.