Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Colton’s voice in her ear sent shivers down her spine, and his control of her hand ignited a passion she only dreamed about. Two seconds later, his mouth feasted on her breast. Soon nothing mattered other than his flat tongue licking her nipple while his arms locked her in place.
Her hips moved of their own volition, eager to rub her core against him, but he shifted back, leaving her groaning and wet with no relief.
“Boneless,” he reminded her as he caressed her other breast with his free hand. “And breathless. We don’t want to end this too soon, do we?”
“Colton.” She gasped, arching into him.
“So beautiful.”
She’d never been shy about sex, able to dismiss any self-conscious thoughts about her body in exchange for the physical pleasure. But with Colton, she believed him. Believed his words weren’t just for the sake of getting laid. Believed every groan, every lick, every promise he breathed.
Thrilling sensations swept her away, even as he half lifted her off the old desk. He let go of her other hand and hooked his thumbs into her panties, giving them a hard yank.
She reached for his jeans, but he froze. “Damn. I don’t have a condom.”
“I have an IUD. Don’t you dare stop.”
He cupped her face and kissed her to within an inch of her life. “Not stopping. Got it.”
His hands slid between her knees. His skin warmed her thighs as he pushed them further apart.
One arm pulled her body closer to his chest. The fingers on his other hand skimmed her slick folds.
She couldn’t hold back the gasp of pleasure or the involuntary buck of her hips.
How could he ignite her like this? She struggled to get closer, wanting more friction, wanting him inside her, wanting more.
His hand stayed steady on her back, keeping her in place, while one finger dipped inside her. Paisley whimpered and wrapped her legs around his hips. He didn’t move.
“Patience.” He growled in her ear as another finger joined the first. “If your delectable body gets any closer to mine, this will be over too soon. And I want all of you, Paisley. I’ll have all of you.”
Hearing her name in that low-voiced rumble made her nerve endings ignite and jump to life.
Her body was no longer her own, moving and pulsing with each thrust of his fingers.
His thumb joined the party, circling her clit with long smooth strokes, then flicking the sensitive nub before stroking it again, over and over with his fingers working their magic.
“Oh, God,” she panted. “Colton.”
“Right here.” His thumb pressed down, causing another gasp from her. She wiggled in his grip, wanting all he gave her and more.
“That’s right.” He drove his fingers harder, the low rumble of his voice in her ear. “Ride me. Come for me, Paisley. I want my hand drenched in you.”
Wonderful sensations carried her over the edge.
She cried out his name and arched against him, muscles clenching and tightening as waves of pleasure shuddered through her until she lay boneless, just as he intended.
If he hadn’t been supporting her, she would have slid off the desk in a heap of skin and satisfaction.
His touch grazed her, feather light and full of tenderness. Emotions swelled inside her. Who would have thought butting heads with Colton Kilner for two weeks would lead to this unimaginable bliss?
The sound of a zipper caught her attention, and she propped herself on her elbows and lifted her head to meet his gaze. His blue eyes warmed into twilight, and her heart pounded uncomfortably against her ribs.
“Look at you.” He shoved down his jeans and underwear, never looking away from her. “Lying there all wet and breathless and ready for me.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” she challenged.
He shot her a wicked grin, then grasped under her thighs and filled her with one smooth, powerful motion.
Stars danced behind her closed eyelids as he moved within her.
He bent to lick her nipple, then scraped her breast with his teeth.
He pulled back, releasing a harsh breath before entering her again with slow deliberate strokes.
A groan escaped his lips. “This is so much better than anything I imagined.”
“How often did you imagine this?” She tried to sit up, but he pressed a hand against her belly, holding her in place.
“More times than I can count.” He pushed her hair away from her face. “You make the world light up. And I don’t light easily.”
He thrust hard as he kissed her, fusing their mouths together. He drew back slightly and sucked on her lip, scraping it with his teeth. Sensations she’d never experienced radiated throughout her body, and she gave over as pleasure slammed inside her.
Colton groaned, pumping faster as his body tensed.
His hand struck the desk beside her head as he leaned over her, rotating his hips with small jerky movements as he came inside her.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her as he nuzzled against her, his breath harsh and ragged on her neck.
They didn’t move for a few moments, only breathed the same air as their hearts beat together.
She’d never had sex that good before. Paisley shifted when she realized how uncomfortable she was with the desk under her back.
Colton immediately stood up and she mourned the loss of intimacy until he framed her face with his large hands and kissed her, a long, slow caress of lips and tongue that felt like promises.
* * *
If someone told Colton that when he couldn’t find Paisley, the woman who’d been plaguing his life, he’d then experience the best sex he’d had in years, he’d question their mental faculties.
But since he was the source of the telling, it had to be true. Now, what was he going to do about it?
“Well.” Her skirt hid the juncture of her legs, but her breasts were on full display. “That was unexpected.”
He barked out a laugh. “You mean you didn’t get yourself stuck in a building for the sole purpose of me coming to your rescue and getting naked together?” He pulled up his jeans and fastened them while she watched.
“Would you be mad if I said yes?”
He missed this. The laughing, the joking, the easy camaraderie after sex, not wondering when he could leave. He grasped her hand to help her off the desk.
“Ow.” Her feet slid to the floor, but she snatched her arm away. “That hurt.”
He took her palm, happy for the excuse to touch her again. “You got a splinter.”
“Because of course I did.” She lightly ran her fingers over the joint of her thumb. “Yup, there it is. Lucky it’s in my hand and not my ass. That would be hard to explain.”
“This desk must be half a century old to be made from actual wood.” Colton lifted her hand to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss against her wound. “There should be some tweezers and anti-bacterial ointment in a first aid kit at the office. Then we can come back and start where we left off.”
“Looking for the papers?” Paisley wiggled into her bra, then slid her shirt over her head, her breasts disappearing from his view.
It was probably for the best. “That, too.”
“I told you when you came in, I’ve been busy going through a lot of those files already. We should bring them with us.”
“But then we wouldn’t have a reason to come back here. Alone.” He retrieved his own shirt from the floor.
She snapped the fingers of her right hand and pointed at him. “I like the way you think.”
And he liked the way she looked, her normally neat and styled hair wild and loose. A natural glow added color to her face, her eyes heavy lidded with remnants of sated lust. His cock perked up and he faced the door. No need for her to conclude he was a sex-crazed lunatic, ready to go again.
Colton tugged on the door, but it didn’t open. Of course. He stared at the high windows, then glanced at Paisley.
“No,” she said, her voice firm.
“I could lift you up.”
“And let me fall to the ground on the other side?” she said. “I hope you brought your phone. Although being stuck in here wasn’t nearly as boring as I thought it would be.”
“Boring.” Colton raised an eyebrow at Paisley’s straight face. But her mouth twitched, giving her away. “Let me see how I can make it more exciting.”
He advanced on her, and she squealed, running to the other side of the offending desk. “Later. When we’re not surrounded by man-sized splinters.”
“Deal.” He reached over the desk and dragged her closer for an intoxicating kiss before he went back to the door.
He took out his phone. Only one bar, but he tried calling Ona the office manager anyway. It rang once, then dropped. He called again. Brandi, Belle’s main number, even Paisley’s phone, hoping it would alert someone that she’d been there.
Nothing connected.
Well, then.
“Any luck?” Paisley asked.
“Not yet.” He strode toward the door and examined the hinges. “How old is this building, do you know?”
“No idea.” She stood beside him. “Eulalee mentioned the construction happened on the sly. Without permits or licensed contractors, that sort of thing.”
Shoddy work might be an advantage. He removed his Leatherman tool from his pocket. “Here.” He handed Paisley his phone. “Shine some light on top here.”
She turned on the flashlight and aimed. He took her wrist and repositioned it. “Cross your fingers this works.”
“But then I could drop the phone.”
Colton huffed out a laugh. Paisley’s charm and wit were enough to make him rethink the no dating rule.
And damn good, explosive sex? Always a bonus.
Colton knelt by the hinge and used his Leatherman on the screw. The screwdriver slipped off.
He settled himself and tried again.
Finally, finally, he felt the tiniest of gives. He held his grip and continued twisting.
“Is it working?”
“Yes.” He grunted with the effort, but the screw kept moving. “Keep the light steady.”
She braced her elbow against the door. “Do you always have an all-purpose tool on you?”
“Most days.” The screw loosened enough that he could remove it by hand.
“You got it!” Paisley threw her arms around his neck, tumbling them both to the ground. She shifted quickly, so she was mostly on the floor.
He shifted to pull her on top of him, then dragged her down for a kiss. “I like this game.”
She hoisted herself to her knees, straddling his prone body. “Win all three rounds and get the grand prize.”
He gave a quick thrust upward. Paisley laughed, but scrambled off of him.
“You’re hitting all the right spots there, buddy, but let’s use a softer surface next time.”
Next time. He liked those words. He liked a bed partner who laughed with him. He liked her.
The thought didn’t scare him as much as it should have.