Chapter 9 #2
Coulter barely had time to react before she tossed the condom his way. He caught it one-handed as his eyes remained locked with hers.
“No judgement here.” He tore open the package before sheathing himself. “You’re a sound-minded, single adult who can do whatever she wants.”
“So are you.” Alex’s gaze lowered, her dark eyes following his every movement.
“For the record, I’m clean. The agency requires regular testing, and believe it or not, it’s been a while since my last—”
“Me, too. Well, obviously not the agency part.” She gave her delicate shoulder a tiny shrug. “But you know what I mean.”
“I do.”
Alex sauntered even closer. “Now that we got that out of the way . . .” She bent forward, put her hands on his shoulders and straddled his bare thighs with her own.
Leaning in, she took his mouth as if she owned it. The kiss was as all-consuming as the woman herself. Coulter felt her hand slide between their bodies. Her fingers wrapped around his throbbing erection.
His breath hitched, his moan becoming lost in the dance choreographed by their tongues. She lifted her hips from his, aligned the head of his dick to her welcoming core.
The air in his freezing lungs hitched, and Coulter nearly lost his mind when Alex lowered herself over him slowly. And when he was fully seated inside her slick heat, he knew he’d been so very wrong.
Earlier, when he’d been taking his fill of her essence, he’d convinced himself he was in another realm. But this right here—the feel of their bodies joining together as one—this was true Heaven on earth.
Alex moaned softly as she slid herself down over Colt’s impressive length. He filled her fully, stretching her sensitive flesh in the most magnificent way.
Her eyes closed, and she let her head fall back between her shoulders. With her palms pressing against his sculpted chest, she finally began to move. His hands went to her hips, his fingertips digging into her skin as they worked together toward a common goal.
She’d already been given the most powerful orgasm of her life by this man. It was time she returned the favor.
Her hips rolled forward as he reached for her breasts. The tantalizing contact sent a wave of electricity arching from her body to his. As he kneaded and toyed, she began grinding herself against him.
With a slight rotation of her pelvis, Alex moved forward and back. At the same time, she brought her body up and down along his hard, swollen cock.
They were a perfect match. Physically at least. As for the rest—
It doesn’t matter.
No, it didn’t. Not tonight, anyway. And probably not ever.
Doing this, sleeping with Colt may turn out to be her biggest mistake yet. And she’d made a few doozies in her time. Namely that asshole, Evan.
The damage he’d left in his wake was one for the books. Alex was supposed to be this strong, independent woman. Instead, she’d become someone she barely recognized when she looked in the mirror.
A fake. A phony. Someone who pretended as if she had her shit fully together when, in reality, she was unable to connect with anyone on a truly emotional level.
Not now, Al. This is not the time for trip down Memory Hell Lane.
The mental reminder was right. Evan was her regrettable past and, for tonight, at least, she was determined to focus on the present.
“Oh, yeah,” Colt breathed, his firm grip anchoring her body to his. “God, Alex. You feel so damn good.”
Her insides clenched as a rush of tingles raced their way down her spine and beyond. She loved hearing his praise. Her name falling from his lips.
Alex opened her eyes, surprised to find him watching her every move. Her body slid over his as he filled her fully.
Thrusting. Stretching. His thick erection pulsating within her tight sheath.
She came a few minutes before, but the telltale building of another climax made itself known. Her lower belly filled with a thousand flutters of electrifying pleasure. Her legs trembled as his powerful thighs supported the erotic dance they’d created together.
Once again, Alex closed her eyes and let herself go. Her lids fell shut, and her head felt back like before.
Her hips moved faster. Colt’s thrusts grew stronger. His strong hold held steady as Alex rolled her hips forward and back.
She rode him in a way that allowed her to savor every inch of his striking length. Their breaths came faster. His thrusts grew harder. His hips moved in time to their sensual rhythm, meeting her every move.
The sounds of their panted desire filled the room as they surfed the waves of passion they’d created together.
Alex’s heart raced as the pressure inside built higher and higher.
Despite her recent release, she knew she was close.
And from the way Colt was moving beneath her, he was almost there, too.
“Ah, yeah,” he grunted. “There ya go. Just . . . like . . . that.”
She smiled, watching his face as he zeroed in on where their two bodies were joined. The blues in his eyes grew darker with every new thrust.
Alex rolled her hips forward. Once. Twice. She could actually feel him becoming impossibly harder.
“Colt,” she whispered his name as a warning, soaking in the feeling of him sliding in and out of her greedy core.
His hand went to her sex. The pads of his fingers encircled her clit. He rubbed and rolled, playing her body as if he knew it even better than her.
Alex’s head fell back as her unbridled cry of pleasure flew from her parted lips. Colt growled, the guttural sound matching the uneven thrusts of his hips.
His strong body jerked beneath her as his release made its way through his system. She continued sliding herself up and down his spent length, drawing out the final tendrils of carnal pleasure for them both.