Chapter 18
Colin
Her eyes widen as I yank her to me. Her body stiffens for a half-second, then goes pliant beneath my hands. When I angle my lips over hers, she doesn’t fight it.
Thank fuck.
I take her. I claim that smart mouth like it’s mine, licking into it, delivering a punishing kiss that only makes both of us groan.
Her hands fly up my shirt. “Off,” she commands.
I don’t hesitate, pulling away to yank it over my head. “Yours, too.”
Her shirt is gone in a millisecond, revealing a black sports bra. Quite possibly the same one she wore on our run. The one I’ve spent far more time thinking about than I’d like to admit.
I yank her to me as she jumps into my arms, and I walk us to the couch that I’ve fantasized about laying her out on. I do just that, settling her down without breaking our kiss, angling my hips up to allow her the access she wants.
I kiss her jaw as she undoes my pants, nipping at her earlobe and letting out a soft groan as she pushes her hand into my boxers.
She’s practically vibrating beneath me, fraying every last bit of control I have. “Need,” she gasps.
I kiss my way down her neck and shove the sports bra up, knowing it’s probably uncomfortable and unable to care. Fuck me, her breasts. I latch onto a nipple, feeling it tighten beneath my tongue as I palm the other one. They’re perfect. Fucking perfect.
“Colin.” Her voice is needy. Raw.
It’s driving me insane. Or maybe it’s the way she’s pumping me, her grip tightening, then loosening with every sound she makes. I rise up, the movement forcing her hand off and out of my boxers.
In seconds, I’ve got her shoes, socks, and leggings off. “No panties?” I choke out, nearly coming right there at the sight of her.
“Off,” she says, eyes on my crotch.
I toe off my sneakers and let my pants and boxers fall, watching her expression as she takes me in. My cock twitches as she licks her lips.
She starts to rise, but I beat her to it, going to my knees and diving between her legs.
“Colin, no,” she says.
I stop immediately, looking up quizzically.
“I’ve been working all day.” She bites her lip, then gives me a meaningful look. “I’m all sweaty.”
I scoff. “I don’t care.”
“But –”
I lean down and wrap my arms around her legs, pulling her closer as I keep my eyes on hers. “I. Don’t. Care.” I give her clit the barest lick, watching with satisfaction as her eyes flutter. When she refocuses on me, I say, “Now. Will you let me eat your pussy, Sam?”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she breathes.
“Is that a yes?”
She nods, and I lower my mouth to her. She tastes delicious, and my moan matches hers as I give myself over to the only goal that matters: making her come.
Her legs wrap around my head, any hesitation she might have had gone and buried.
She grabs the hair on top of my head, guiding me to exactly where she wants me, demonstrating the pressure she wants and where, and I obey eagerly.
I want only her pleasure, need only her taste on my tongue, ache only for her sighs and moans.
It’s not long before her legs are shaking and she’s moaning softly above me.
“Fuck, Colin, don’t stop please don’t stop,” she murmurs, before she detonates. Her thighs tighten around my head, locking me in place as I pull her through it.
I keep going, following her lead as her body relaxes. She keeps her hands in my hair as her hips undulate in deep, then shallow movements.
After a minute, she speaks. “Get up here,” she says, her voice low and raw.
I pull away, grabbing for my wallet and pulling out the foil packet, then open and rolling the condom on before settling between her thighs.
She pulls my mouth to hers, but stops when we’re an inch apart. Her ice-blue eyes spear into me. She’s hiding nothing. Giving me everything.
I deserve absolutely none of it.
And I will keep every single bit of it.
Her nails dig into the skin at the back of my neck as we take each other in. She spreads her hips farther apart as I notch myself between her legs.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper.
Those ice-blue eyes of hers flash as she says, “I want you to fuck me, Colin.”
“Done.” I slam into her as our lips meet, my entire body coming alive as I bottom out. Fuck. Fuck.
“Ohmygod,” she breathes. “I can’t…”
“Hang on,” I grit. She’s so tight it’s almost painful. I pull out and drive home again, and she cries out. I cover her mouth with my hand. “Shh. Good?”
Her eyes widen as she nods, then her lashes flutter as I push in once more. I don’t stop, pistoning into her, relishing the tightness of her, the feel of her walls gripping onto me. Velvet and heat and bliss. She’s fucking heaven.
Her nails scrape down my back, and it makes me go harder, deeper, faster. I don’t stop. I’ll never stop. As long as she’s like this, moaning and whimpering beneath me, giving me gasps and hiccups of sound, arching her neck for me to lick and kiss, stopping is not an option.
I lose all sense of time, focused only on the way her whimpers come in time with every thrust, my hand still resting on top of her lips.
I push into her, giving her every bit of me, again and again.
Her eyes widen as I speed up, the ecstasy nearly too much for me.
Then she opens her mouth and bites my middle finger as a sound of pure pleasure comes out.
I feel her against my cock, the telltale grip and release of orgasm, and I lose control. I close my eyes and try hard to be quiet as we both come.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, burying my head in the crook of her neck.
We lay there, breathing hard, for a minute. I know we should move; someone could come in any second. But I can’t make myself do it.
Sam hums, angling to press a kiss against my cheek. “So soft,” she murmurs.
“I’d hope the hell not,” I retort.
With a low laugh, she says, “Your beard, Colin. It’s soft. Smells good, too.”
“Oh. Yeah.” I go up on my elbows and meet her eyes.
She’s still so open. So trusting. Then my gaze lands on her empty neck, the memory of the necklace glinting against her skin blurring into the sight of it cradled in a dark blue velvet box.
A knife of icy dread spikes right into my chest. What have I done?
I pull out and stand, moving to the desk to grab a tissue to wrap the condom in. Then I wrap it a second time, and a third. When I’m positive the cleaning crew won’t figure out what it is, I bury it in the trash.
“Wow,” comes Sam’s reaction behind me.
I turn and meet her gaze. “It’s…”
But she smiles gently. “It’s okay, Colin.”
The vise around my chest doesn’t loosen. “Yeah?”
Her gaze travels shamelessly down my body before meeting mine once more. “Yeah.”
We get dressed in silence, and I watch her redo her hair, pulling it back into the effortless high ponytail she’s almost always in.
God, she’s fucking beautiful.
She closes the distance between us, palming my cheek before rising to kiss me. She searches my expression. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
I blink. That’s my line.
Then she smiles. “It’s over now. We both wanted to know. Right? So now we know.”
I blink again, stupefied. “What’s happening right now?”
A corner of her lips tilts up as she pats my cheek, then steps away, raking her gaze over me yet again. “I’ll see you later.”
She doesn’t wait for me to respond.
I watch as the door closes behind her before sinking back onto the couch and lowering my head into my hands. They smell like her.
Thoughts swirl so fast that I can barely follow them. I lost control in the worst way. I’d not let it happen in Vegas, but that was before I’d spent months watching her, wanting her. Needing her. She was right there, furious and beautiful and smart-mouthed and everything I’ve ever wanted.
My wife. I had sex with my wife. And she’s right: it can’t happen again. I want her too much, and that desire is dangerous.
Wanting her feels like being drunk.
I can’t trust anything I do when I feel like this. I can’t give into this again; can’t let it happen again. There’s too much at stake.
Never again.