CHAPTER FIFTEEN
COLT
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It’s hard to tell if Riley’s happy to see me. I’m going with yes. Mostly because I’m dying to use the bathroom, and if she wants to kick me out, she can do so in four minutes.
Otherwise, I’m going to water her garden.
Which, I assume the neighbors who are staring since I pulled up, won’t appreciate.
It was a long flight—a total transit of thirty-six hours after a fuel stop in Honolulu. Crossing the dateline means I’m now two, or is it three days ahead?
Fuck, it could be four.
I’m disorientated.
“Colt,” Riley gasps and her cheeks turn patches of red.
“I was in the neighborhood.” I grin, leaning against the door jamb, lifting my sunglasses.
The temperature is deliciously warm, a stark contrast to early spring in Manhattan. In Hawaii, I changed into a pair of slip-on white Prada espadrilles, long tan Tom Ford shorts, and a checked blue and white shirt.
Riley’s eyes graze over me appreciatively, then shoot up to my face in panic. Self-consciously her hand runs over her hair, which is up in a pony sticking out everywhere.
She must’ve come home from Pilates as she’s still in her Lululemon lycra shorts and a bra. Her midriff has my mouth watering.
“You flew here?”
“Could we go over my travel logistics in a moment? I need to pee. Very badly.” I step towards her, and she steps aside.
“Oh.” Riley is shell-shocked as I walk inside, smiling down at her.
My entire body reacts when she tilts her head to keep eye contact, and fuck this, I’m not missing this moment.
I close the gap, cup her face, and smash my mouth down on hers.
The moan that leaves her lips has me smiling against her lips. She presses into me, and I wrap my arms around her, tugging her closer. Her fingers dig into my arms, and if it weren’t for my damn bladder, I’d be scooping her up and finding her bedroom.
She tastes sweet and smells of freshly cut grass and sunshine.
God, I never want to stop kissing her.
This is what I came for.
No, you came for her.
All of her.
That has me releasing Riley’s mouth. Large, wide, blue questioning eyes seek mine.
“Give me three minutes,” I rasp roughly.
Riley nods, touches her fingers to her lips as I step away.
Immediately, the lack of her soft, warm curves has me cursing my bladder again.
“Down the hall, to the left,” she says and closes the door behind me.
I take in as much of the house as I can, learning more about my little gardener who shouldn’t mean anything and yet does. I don’t take time away from my business or fly across the world for anyone.
Yet here I am.
Why am I here?
Todd is waiting for an answer, and I should be getting my affairs in order if I agree to it.
It’s almost likely.
So I should be at home preparing to meet the woman who will be my wife and mother of my children. Asking about the contestants, ensuring they are doing the right due diligence.
I’m not marrying some gold-digging plastic looking socialite.
I finish up and study Riley’s toiletries and the plants around the bath.
It’s tidy but a little chaotic compared to my style.
The plant is growing down the side of the wall, and in a dish is an organic soap which looks like it should have met the trash can a week ago.
Her toothpaste is squeezed in the middle.
Christ.
I’m strictly a bottom squeezer.
The towels are uneven, triggering my mild OCD. I tidy them, wondering how she can leave them like that.
Another reminder we are unsuited.
When I return to the living area, Riley is racing around tidying.
“You don’t need to do that,” I lie.
“I do. This place is a mess.”
Yes, it’s a hot mess like her, and while I want to ring a cleaner and throw out half the crap in the room, I find myself smiling.
“I came for you, Riley.” I don’t stop until I’m in front of her. I toss the cushion in her hand onto the floor and take her in my arms.
“Why?”
Good question.
“I think it’s only fair I take you on a date after what happened the other night.” I smirk, running my thumb over her reddening cheek. “You blush so beautifully.”
“Stop.” Her hands, whether she’s aware or not, are wrapped around my middle.
“Kiss me again, Riley.” My voice is rough, needy.
“Colt, what are you doing here?” She shakes her head, but her lips are starting to smile. Her eyes shining. “You flew all the way here to take me out to dinner?”
“If you’d answered your phone, I could’ve told you.” I’m still angry with her for ignoring me, but I’ll punish her later. She’ll like the punishment I serve out. Both of us will.
Riley tugs her bottom lip between her teeth, and my dick reacts.
“Do that and we won’t make dinner.” I stare at her mouth.
Riley swallows.
Christ, I want to tear her clothes off and plunge inside her.
“How did you find my address?” she suddenly asks, her eyes widening.
Ah, that.
“I rang the Prime Minister.”
“The...what? You know him?”
I do, but that’s not how I got her address. And there’s no way I’m telling her how, so I need to distract her.
“No,” I run my hand over her curves, unable to take my eyes off her. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
“Colt, how?”
I kiss her lips. “Does it matter?”
“Yes, hmm, mmm,” she moans as I deepen the kiss.
“I can make you forget,” I rasp, and Riley melts into me, my hand slipping over her ass, delicately closing in on the space between her legs.
“Oh, god.” she’s breathless. “You are insane.”
My mouth glides down her neck, giving my hand more room to tease her lycra-covered pussy. I’m much taller than Riley and love how small her frame is.
She’s toned because of her job, and I know by the way her hands are roaming my shoulders back and arms that she’s appreciating my own physique.
I take her response positively and go straight under her waistband and down over her buttocks. Skin on skin.
“Colt.”
“Yeah, baby.”
“My neighbors.”
I glance at the curtains and figure they don’t provide adequate privacy. Well, there’s only one solution to that because I’m not fucking stopping.
“Got it,” I pick her up, and Riley wraps her legs around me as our mouths smash together hungrily.
Gotta say, this is going much better than I imagined.
“Down the end of the hall,” she mumbles, gliding her hands through my hair.
When I place her on the floor, I kick off my shoes and rip off my shirt. The moment I look back, Riley’s mouth is wide open.
A slow smile hits my lips.
I take a step, tugging the strap of her sports bra off. “Like what you see?”
She palms my pecs, and desire-filled eyes lift to mine. “Fuck me, Colt.”
“Oh, believe me, that’s exactly what I intend to do. Now let’s get you naked.”
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RILEY
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If I thought Colt Winters was gorgeous before now, I had no idea.
No frigging idea.
He looks like he’s stepped out of a photo shoot in his fancy clothes, which probably cost half my mortgage payment.
It’s not like I don’t have a few nice items in my closet; I do. Mostly in my lingerie drawer. I’ve even bought a few Italian bras online from time to time.
But it’s not just his clothes. Colt smells like a billionaire. Hell, his haircut probably cost the same as my monthly food bill. God knows the watch on his arm, that he’s just unclasped without a flinch and tossed on the floor on top of his shirt, is worth more than my life.
I spot the leather bracelet on his arm in its absence. He notices me glancing at it and adjusts it.
“Clothes off, sexy.”
Of all the days in my twenty-eight years and seven months on this planet, today I decided to wear my gray cotton department store panties. I think these might have a rip in them.
I am going to die.
This man standing before me looks like some Greek god with a scattering of sexy-as-fuck tattoos, and I’m about to reveal cotton briefs.
No.
No goddamn way.
Asking him to turn around after vagina-gate, and now that he’s just, dear lord, revealed his very nice and very big and very hard cock seems unfair.
I grab the waistband of my Lululemon’s and seek the edge of my panties as I tug.
“This isn’t...they are Lycra, so it’s not as...maybe could you just turn around for ten seconds?”
Colt strokes his cock.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
“Off,” he purrs.
I push the Lycra down; my head nearly colliding with his dick and then rip off my bra. I haven’t had a shower. I probably stink from work and Pilates.
Gah.
“I’m not prepared for this.” I say as he closes the gap.
“I beg to differ,” Colt glides his fingers between my legs and doesn’t hesitate to press between my wet folds. “You’re more than ready.”
Holy hell.
“But, Riley, I’m going to take my time. An hour for every phone call and message you didn’t reply to.”
My mouth opens.
“Now, lay down and spread your pretty legs.” Skillfully Colt nudges me down onto the covers and with zero hesitation widens my thighs. His guttural moan of appreciation has me clenching and craving his touch.
Instead, he studies my body and strokes his cock, rubbing a thumb sexily over his lips. Full red beautiful lips.
God, a woman could fall in love in a heartbeat with a man like Colt Winters.
I won’t. I won’t let myself.
He flew here for this, for me, and I’m going to enjoy every second. If dinner was a euphemism for sex, then I’m fine with that, too.
I’m living in the moment, and I promise I won’t regret it. I’m not going to over-romanticize any of this. I know what it is.
Sex.
Pure, unadulterated sex.
God, why isn’t he touching me?
“Colt.” I writhe.
He leans down, running one hand along the inside of my thigh.
“Glistening wet,” he purrs, and the feel of his breath has me lifting my hips. “Hungry for my tongue.”
“Yes,” I close my eyes but open them again because he’s so damn hot I don’t want to miss a thing.
Then he blows on my pussy.
“Fuck,” I bolt my hips up.
“Reactive.”
Well, yes, I mean, look at you!
His pec muscles move, and my mouth waters as my hands clench the linen.
“Tell me what you want, my sexy little gardener,” Colt runs his eyes from my sex to my face, and I’m almost embarrassed by how horny and uncontrolled I feel.
“Your tongue.”
He smiles sadistically as his tongue barely grazes me. “Like this?
“More,” I plead.
He does it again, a tiny bit more this time.
“More, oh god.” My sex throbs as I reach for him, but he backs away, clearly enjoying this.
“How about this?” Colt gently and slowly circles my clit with his tongue, and I almost orgasm.
I’m not going to survive this.
“Naughty girl,” a finger presses at my entrance, circling. “You think you can come before I give you permission.”
“No—” Yes. I’m not in control. “Please, more. I need more.”
A slow sweep of his tongue from clit to my sex has me screaming.
Oh, my fucking god.
“I told you I’d make you scream, Riley Scott.” Colt purrs and tightens his hold on my thighs. “Now, I want you to come on my mouth. Loudly.”
Then he clams down on my clit and sucks.