Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
LEXI
For long seconds I try to place what dragged me from the best sleep I can ever remember having.
It’s not that I’m a bad sleeper, but I rarely wake feeling rested.
If the open blinds are anything to go by, it’s still dark outside, the ocean crashing against the sand below in a comforting rhythm that almost lulls me back into unconsciousness.
But then I realize it wasn’t just one thing that woke me, it was two.
The first being the furnace wrapped around me from behind.
And the second is my screaming bladder.
I must have fallen asleep after Colten took it upon himself to clean up after me because the last thing I remember as my eyes drifted closed was watching as he carefully deconstructed my tripod, plugged my phone in beside the bed, and held the bottle as he made me drink some water.
Ah, there’s the source of my raging bladder.
Now, how the hell do I get to the edge of the bed with Colten holding on to me like he’s afraid I’ll slip away while he sleeps?
I snake a hand out from beneath my pillow and wrap my fingers around Colton’s. The first attempt to dislodge his hold on me is completely unsuccessful, but little by little I’m able to wriggle my way toward the edge of the bed.
Once I get my feet on the floor, I move quickly toward the bathroom and quietly pull the door shut behind me.
Not bothering to turn the overhead light on now that the motion sensor ones have activated, I practically run to do my business before I really have a mess on my hands.
A more physical mess than the proverbial one I’ve made myself involving a matchmaker, my brother’s best friend, and the spicy subscription service I’ve been keeping a secret for years.
The more I wake up, the more my stomach rolls with discomfort.
What have I done?
I should have ended the stream as soon as Colten walked in.
I never should have let him orchestrate it the way I did.
But when your own personal fantasy comes to life, how are you supposed to say no?
God, this is a fucking disaster waiting to happen.
I’m so distracted as I flush that it’s not until I’m almost at the basin that I find Colten leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his bare chest.
Holy fucking muscles.
There’s a whole lot to look at for it still being dark outside.
Wait a damn second.
Did he open the closed bathroom door while I was using the toilet?
“What the hell are you doing in here?” I snap.
“You got out of bed without telling me where you were going,” he replies calmly.
“And you thought coming in here when the door was closed was okay? Do boundaries personally offend you?” I tear my eyes off him and move to the sink to wash my hands. Maybe it will be easier to stay irritated at him if I’m not staring at his tattooed chest.
Who gave him the right to look like that, anyway?
“Boundaries don’t exist between us, Wildcat.”
“Like hell they don’t.” I cross my arms over my chest and cock a hip, a frown etched into my brow.
His eyes fill with amusement as they drag down my body, and my cheeks heat as something occurs to me.
I’m still wearing the bra and panties I put on for the live stream, so I may as well be naked for all the lace hides.
A growl tears from my throat, and I reach for a towel, quickly wrapping it around myself.
There. That should protect what’s left of my modesty. Which at this point barely exists, but you know what? Beggars cannot be choosers, and I need all the help I can get right now.
But if anything, the move only seems to amuse him further, his smirk growing by the second.
“Get out.” I point behind him into the dark bedroom.
“No.”
“Colten,” I warn.
“Lexi,” he parrots back at me, earning himself a fresh glare I hope is as full of irritation as what’s rioting in my chest.
What happened to the quiet, reserved guy I’ve known for most of my life? Where the hell has this cocky, confident, sexy-as-hell asshole come from?
My glare is cut off when the lights turn off, leaving us in complete darkness.
It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust, but before they get the chance, I’m backed up until my ass hits the counter, and I’m trapped between the cool granite and Colten’s hard body.
I press my hands against his chest, shoving as hard as I can, but it’s no use. I’m not getting out of this until he allows it.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
His hands fall to my hips before he lifts me onto the countertop, sending a shiver through my body. “What I should have done a decade ago.”
And then his lips are on mine.
Hot and heavy, messy and desperate.
At first I’m too shocked to move. Even in all the dreams I’ve had about this very moment, I never thought it would feel like this.
Like the building could be on fire around us, and yet I still wouldn’t be able to break our kiss.
He nips at my bottom lip, demanding entry that I give him without thought or hesitation.
My hands snake around his waist, tugging him between my spread thighs, and he comes willingly.
His hardness presses against my core, just a scrap of lace and his boxer briefs separating us, and despite how irritated I was with him just moments ago, I suddenly wish the fabric between us would disappear.
I have so many questions, and yet none of them seem as important as kissing Colten.
One of his hands feeds into the back of my hair, tugging me forward and positioning me exactly as he wants me, while the other rests on the counter beside me, keeping us both steady as he devours me.
Because that’s the only word I can think of to describe what he’s doing.
“Fuck, Lexi,” he breathes between kisses, like he can’t get enough of me.
The feeling is very fucking mutual, and I tell him so by tugging him harder against me.
I’m seconds away from begging him to fuck me. From pleading with him to tear the lace from between my thighs and take me with the same feral desire he’s kissing me with.
But that would be a mistake.
We’re already going further than we should.
We’re long past the point I should have pushed him away and insisted we take things slow. But I can have some restraint…I think.
“I knew you’d feel perfect against me, but fuck.” He groans against my lips. “You’re everything I always hoped you’d be and more.”
My heart stutters at his words. Words that I’ve longed to hear for longer than I care to think about. After always being the one who was overlooked, who was used, I can barely believe they’re coming from someone who was right in front of me the whole time.
They’re words my soul has longed for but with the actions backing him up, and that fact is almost as overwhelming as the man who has me trapped in a way I don’t want to ever escape.
Our kiss only gets more frantic the longer it goes on, years of longing, of yearning, finally coming to a head.
Colten pulses between my thighs, his thick length moving against my core at the most maddening pace. The friction borders on pain, but it’s the beautiful kind, the kind that could very well have my release reaching its peak at any moment.
I grind against him, desperate for more. Desperate for an orgasm that didn’t come from my own hand. The first in years.
His cock throbs in time with my aching clit as he kisses along my jaw before biting down on the sensitive skin of my throat.
And then I’m tumbling.
Blinding light bursts in my vision, my body moving of its own need to milk every ounce of this orgasm
Colten groans against me, his cock twitching as warmth spreads through my entire body.
It’s not until my head is resting on his chest that I realize I’m panting, my body racked with violent trembles that I don’t understand.
I’m overwhelmed, I realize.
Everything I thought I knew has been turned on its head, and now I’m in the arms of the one man I thought I could never have.
Something warm and sticky clings to the inside of my thigh where Colten’s softening cock rests through his boxer briefs, which is how I come to the conclusion I’m not the only one that just came.
“Jesus, Wildcat,” he murmurs, not allowing an inch of space between us. “As soon as I felt you coming against me, I was a goner.”