Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
I want you to stay.
Those five little words were all it took for Coulter to take Alex’s mouth with his. His lips slammed against hers as he started guiding her backward. His goal? The nearest wall. Or countertop. Or any other surface he could use to finally take what he’d been desperately craving.
A soft moan escaped as he savored her taste, and Coulter nearly came undone. He held her close, keeping her safe from tripping and falling as they moved.
The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet. It wasn’t in the vicinity of slow or controlled. It was hot. Wet. An explosion of passion he wasn’t altogether certain he’d survive.
This one time. No strings. No one ever has to know.
But he’d know. For the rest of his miserable existence, Coulter knew he’d never forget tonight.
Alex’s back pressed up against the wall, and he pressed himself to her. Their tongues feasted as their hands frantically worked to remove their clothes.
His jacket and shoes. Her robe and his tie. His shirt. Her tank-top and pants.
Garments flew in every direction as their movements grew increasingly impatient. Soon the only thing between them was their hard, heady breaths.
Coulter needed to take a breath. In the back of his mind, he knew he should pull back a minute and give this woman the time and attention she deserved.
If tonight was it, if this was the one and only chance he’d get to be blessed with the gift she was willing to give, then he should slow the hell down. Take his time and savor.
He started to do just that when he heard her sweet voice pleading again.
“Colt,” Alex panted against his lips. “Please. I don’t want to wait.”
You heard her. To hell with going slow.
His inner voice was right. They could take their time later.
“I’ve got you.” He left a trail of short kisses down her jaw and along the side of her neck.
When he did, Alex slid a hand between their bodies. She wrapped her fingers around his swollen length, taking him firmly within her fist.
Coulter sucked in a breath as his dick flexed beneath her touch. And then . . . her hand began to move.
Holy, hell.
She felt amazing. So much better than his own hand during the many re-runs of his I Dream of Alex fantasies. It was so good, in fact, he jerked his hips back, effectively freeing himself from the magic of her touch.
Alex’s eyes flew open, her dark brows dipping together with a frown. “What’s wrong?”
“You keep doing that, this night’s going to have a very disappointing end for us both.”
She chuckled, her smile lifting the corners of her bow-shaped lips. “Well we wouldn’t want that, would we?” A flash of smugness lit the browns in her eyes.
No, we most definitely do not.
Refocused on her, Coulter bent forward, holding one of her breasts steady while taking her nipple between his lips. He suckled and licked. Playfully nipped and pulled.
Alex gasped, the sharp sound filling the electrified air. She brought a hand to the back of his head, filling her fist with the thick strands of his hair.
Coulter pulled her distended nipple between his teeth, causing a tiny cry to fall from her lips.
A shockwave of pleasure raced down his spine when Alex gave the hair on the back of his head a mild tug.
He moaned, freed her breast, and began moving a hand lower, over her smooth, toned belly. . . and beyond.
Coulter’s dick twitched and wept when he felt her bare sex for the very first time. His hand slid lower, his fingertips following the seductive trail of her sensual seam.
He found her swollen and drenched. His dick physically ached with how hard it had become. Coulter moved his mouth upward, making his way back to her perfect, sweet lips.
Alex moaned, and he greedily swallowed the erotic sound as he dipped a finger deep inside. He added another, soaking the digits in her sweet desire. A reverberating male groan rumbled throughout his chest when she whimpered.
She was hot. Wet. Her body was so very responsive to his every touch. With a gentle nudge, Alex widened her stance, giving him more room to work.
Coulter pumped her core slowly at first, as their mouths feasted and tasted and took. It was all he could do not dive himself into her balls deep. By some miracle, he held himself back.
Heaven.
That’s what it felt like. To have her locked in his arms as he worked to bring her pleasure in a way she’d never forget. Coulter felt as though he’d died and gone to Heaven, and the best part was, he was only getting started.
“Colt, please,” Alex pleaded against his mouth.
He tore his lips away and found her beautiful eyes hidden beneath her fallen lids. Her head was resting against the wall at her back, and her ruby red lips had parted slightly with her panted breaths.
Lord have mercy.
The woman was a stunning display of God’s most perfect work. And for this one, magical night, she belonged solely to him.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he murmured the solemn vow.
Alex kept her eyes shut while she used his shoulders to keep her balance. The bite of her manicured fingernails dug into his skin with her unyielding grip. And though he hated to stop for even a few seconds, there was more on his agenda.
With gentle moves, Coulter slid his hand free. Alex’s eyes opened. “What are you—”
“Need more room.” He lifted her into his arms.
On reflex, Alex wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs tightly around his waist. His throat grew tight when her slick heat brushed against his rock-hard dick.
Holy mother of—
He made it as far as the oversized couch.
Laying her down, Coulter positioned himself low, between her splayed thighs. He leaned in. She closed her eyes. Her head fell back, and he took her into his mouth.
Alex cried out as her hips jolted higher. He smiled against her most sensitive flesh as his tongue found her swollen clit with ease.
As he licked and laved, his fingers returned to their previous task. Her arousal coated them as they moved in a rhythm that carried her closer.
“Oh, yeah,” Alex panted. “Colt, I’m so close.”
The tip of his tongue worked her bundle of nerves while his fingers continued their sensual dance.
One of her hands found his hair while the other gripped the cushion’s edge in a white-knuckled fist. He closed his eyes, putting every ounce of his conscious energy on bringing her more pleasure than she’d ever known.
If all they had was tonight, Coulter was determined to ensure his place in Alex’s history. To erase the memory of every man from her life before. To mark his place and make it his face she saw at night whenever she dreamed.
Truth be told, if he could have things his way, he’d set the bar so high, she’d come back for more.
“Ah!” she cried out. “Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”
Her toned thighs trembled as she grew closer to her impending release. Coulter could feel it, now. Knew she was right on the edge.
He encircled her clit with his tongue, adding the right amount of pressure. Her hips moved in time with his thrusting hand.
The breath in Alex’s lungs began to quicken as her muscles grew stiff. Sensing her climax was seconds away, he continued playing her greedy core with his fingers while sucking her bundle of nerves between his lips.
A low, keening sound echoed throughout the luxury suite as Alex came.
Her lower body flew from the cushion. Her back arched high with the explosion of pleasure. And as she continued riding his hand, drawing out every last drop of her release, Coulter didn’t dare look away.
Fucking beautiful.
Seeing Alex come unglued—feeling her come apart from an orgasm he’d created—was the most incredible, intimate, and unforgettable moment of Coulter’s entire existence.
“Holy shit,” Alex huffed. “That was . . . I think you may have killed me.”
He smiled, licking her musky release from his lips before kissing his way up higher. He went past her navel and through the valley between the inner swells of her breasts.
Coulter pressed his lips to the delicate arch of her collarbone, but before he could go any farther, Alex pressed a palm to his own heaving chest. And then he heard her say—
“Sit back.”
He froze, his body hovering above hers. “Uh . . . what?”
Her bare chest rose and fell with several breaths as she continued sucking in air. “I said . . .” Alex pulled in another long, full breath. “Sit . . . back.”
She prodded him with her palm once more, this time while wearing a daring grin.
“Yes, ma’am.” Coulter pushed himself up from her gloriously naked form.
As he turned to sit fully in the center of the nearest cushion, Alex slid her legs from the couch and rose to her feet. Her curled hair was mussed in the sexiest of ways and the skin on her cheeks was flushed.
Her eyes were heavy and sated, yet a hunger remained. A fire that hadn’t been fully extinguished.
Alex stood before him, her intentions clear. It was only then that Coulter considered protection.
“Condom.” His voice was rough. “I have one in my room. I can go get it—”
“It’s okay. I have one,” Alex shared without a hint of embarrassment or shame. “Be right back.” She turned around and walked unabashedly into the other room.
Holy hell.
Coulter felt like he’d won the biggest damn lottery in history as he watched her go. His mind whirled and his dick ached as he replayed the highlights of what had just happened.
He’d had his mouth on Alex Webb’s sex. His fingers had been in her. Coulter had tasted her release.
After the icy cold reception she’d given when he’d first shown up at her door, this was not at all how he’d expected the night to end. Not that he was complaining.
Hell no.
Not fucking ever.
Alex, however, would probably wake up regretting it—regretting him—as soon as she woke up in the morning. But he couldn’t worry about that now, because for tonight, she was here.
“Before you start judging, this came from a brand-new box.” Alex reappeared in all her natural glory with a small, foil square held in one hand. She walked over to where he still sat. “It’s been in there a while but don’t worry.” She grinned. “It’s not expired. I checked. Oh, and I’m on the pill.”