CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
RILEY
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I strip off my clothes as Colt turns on the—one, two...four, five, Jesus, six—nozzles.
While I’m eager to have sex with this gorgeous man, this is one amazing shower. I make a note to have some time alone here.
Kicking my clothes away, I help Colt undo his pants. He lets them drop to the floor and then pulls me into his arms. Our mouths collide as he guides me under the water.
God, that feels nice.
Him and the water.
“I have missed this mouth.” Colt groans, his hand gliding over my curves. “This sexy bottom.”
His erection is thick and hard between us, and I press into it eagerly.
Water runs through my hair and over my face as he turns and I wipe my hand over my face.
Next minute, he lifts me up and places me on a shelf. It’s the perfect height for sex. I hate that the first thing I think is whether he’s had someone else in here, doing this very thing.
Lowering as he spreads my legs, Colt lifts his eyes to mine. Two fingers spear my entrance, and I jolt as pleasure rockets through me.
“Who were you calling a gentleman earlier?”
“My bad. Oh, fuck.” I laugh, then clench a handful of his hair.
His talented tongue stretches out and teases my clit.
“Colt,” I beg.
“Yes, baby.”
“More...”
“More what?”
More tongue I go to say, but that sounds weird.
“More, please.”
“Use different words. Tell me what you need,” Colt demands, keeping his fingers inside me, but they are dead still.
It’s torture.
“Lick me. More of your mouth.”
He kisses me, watching me, demanding that I say more. Beg more.
Goddamn him.
“Please,” I arch, my breasts heaving.
His fingers pull out and circle my clit. “Going to have to do better than that, baby.”
Kissing the inside of my thigh, he moves to the next leg and does the same thing.
“Lick me. Eat my pussy, damn you. Fuck me, Colt.”
He sniggers. “See, that’s all it took.”
Bastard.
But it was worth it. His mouth slams onto my wet flesh, swirling his tongue through my folds, sucking and devouring me like I’m his favorite ice cream.
My eyes almost fall back into my head as I enjoy every single tingle and lashing of desire.
Totally worth every single mile on that damn plane.
I hold on to the tiled shelf as more fingers slide inside me and Colt brings me to the edge of the cliff. Trembling, crazed, needing his cock, I fall.
“Yes, oh god, yes.”
Kissing his way up my body, Colt lines up his cock and without delay slides inside me.
“So full of juices, trying to suck me inside you.” He tastes of me when his lips take mine. “Such a naughty little girl, dripping with need, aren’t you?”
“Yes...”
Christ, he feels so good, I think I might die. His large chest, strong arms, shining green eyes.
This man is exquisite.
“Colt,”
“Yeah, baby,” he presses in and starts thrusting, slowly, purposely, as my brain empties.
“Oh yes, shit, that.”
“You want it hard?”
“Hmm yeah, oh god. Do that. More. Yes.” I press my nails into his back.
I could do this for hours.
Yet at the same time, it feels too good. So good it scares me. Sex has never felt like this. Colt and I have almost nothing in common, and yet I have this connection with him that draws me to him like a moth to a flame.
It’s clearly not one-sided.
I wouldn’t be here if it were.
One week doesn’t feel like enough. I’m purposely not thinking about if this will end. I’m taking it one step at a time.
I’m here for a reason. We need more time together to see if this is something worth pursuing.
How is a whole other discussion.
Colt fills me completely with his large manhood.
I want to see his world while I’m here. Meet his friends. See where he works. Hold his hand as we walk through Manhattan.
Perhaps imagine he’s the man I spend my life with. Why else would I be here? He clearly felt more the other night, and now we’re exploring it this week.
One step at a time.
I don’t care that he is rich, but it does mean we have choices if we fall in love.
Not saying we will.
Just that it feels like we might.
“Riley, fuck,” Colt cries, palming the tiles, leaning his forehead on mine. “Fuck baby, you feel good. Rub your clit.”
I do as he tells me, feeling my second orgasm rising.
Are we falling in love?
Is that what is happening?
He climaxes, hot seed fills my pussy, and the thought that he could be the one tips me over the edge, and I cry out his name.
Collapsing onto my chest, Colt lowers me to the floor, and due to our height difference, he pulls out of me.
When my toes touch the floor, I let out a laugh and cling to him. “You need to start using condoms unless you want us to start having little babies.”
Colt’s body hardens.
“Jesus, fuck. Riley.”