Chapter Thirteen
DEE
Colt helps me upstairs to our bedroom after spending the afternoon with Anna and Johnny. We ended up staying for dinner, celebrating the amazing gift they’re giving us.
I’m still floating, buzzing with gratitude, love, and a hope so fierce it practically hums under my skin. Neither of us can stop smiling from the best day ever as Colt helps me out of my clothes, his touch soft, reverent, like he’s feeling it all just as much as I am.
“I can’t believe it. I honestly thought it would take us months to narrow down a list of possibilities.
I never even thought for one minute that Anna would want to do it,” Colt says as he pulls off my panties, then drags a waterproof bag over my cast, and secures a rubber band around the top ready for our shower.
He yanks off his clothes quickly as Princess rolls around on the floor with her stuffed toy rabbit.
I laugh at her while Colt bends down to help me up.
I stand naked next to his shirtless body and peer down at his pants.
“Why don’t you join me in the shower?” I say with a raised eyebrow, and my hands make their way to his belt buckle. He grins as I undo his pants, and they fall to the floor. Surprisingly, he’s wearing no underwear, and I smile at him when he springs free.
“Well, if you insist,” he says, leaning down and picking me up.
I giggle as he takes me into the ensuite and places me down. After he tests the temperature, he helps me into the alcove, following behind me and closing the door.
The hot water on my body feels amazing after the fantastic day we’ve had.
He runs his hands down my sides while he places me under the water, and I wrap my arms around his neck for support.
He holds onto my waist tightly, pulling my wet, naked body against his.
I glance up at him, and the lust in his eyes shines.
Instantly, my body flames red hot, and my clit throbs, wanting his touch. Needing it.
He leans down, his lips meeting mine, kissing me softly. My hands run through his hair, and my mouth opens, letting his tongue in. That spark that’s always there between us ignites, and I deepen the kiss as my body rubs against his.
His cock hardens against my abdomen, and I smirk.
We’ve had such a great day, and I really want to reward him for being so amazing, so my hand moves from his hair down his chest and to his hard cock.
I take it in my hands, and he pulls back from the kiss, stopping to look at me.
He rests his head against my forehead, and he shudders like he’s struggling to breathe.
“Dee, remember, I don’t want to come if you can’t,” he says, closing his eyes as I wrap my fingers around his length and pull on him slowly.
“Let me please you. It’s been so long. I miss making you moan,” I say and lean up, kissing him, then biting his bottom lip. He groans, his chest heaving, making me more determined.
“I miss you making me moan too, trust me, but I want to be able to do the same for you, and I can’t, not yet. I won’t hurt you again,” Colt grits out, lowering his hand to take hold of mine around his cock.
I don’t let go. Instead, I quicken the pace, and his hand holding mine makes it look like he’s doing it to himself.
This sight turns me on even more. “Colt, look down. Just pretend you’re doing it to yourself and let me please you, baby. You deserve it,” I say before I lean in and kiss his neck. He groans again as I quicken the pace along his hard length.
“Dee,” he warns, but I ignore him while his breathing escalates.
I lean up and take his mouth with mine, and it seems to be his undoing. He kisses me back fiercely, his hips thrusting in time with my movements.
Colt moans loudly into my mouth as I grab a fistful of his hair, yanking him closer, deepening the kiss until we’re gasping against each other. His hand tightens almost painfully against my waist, but I don’t care. I’m as desperate for him as he is for me.
His tongue slides against mine, slick and demanding, as I work him harder, faster. His body jolts with every stroke.
Another deep moan rumbles from his chest, and I feel him start to lose control, surrendering to the pleasure we’re creating together. He’s still gripping my hand as I jerk him off under the hot water, our connection making me pant with need.
His muscles tense, his whole body drawn tight like a bow.
I move quicker, pushing him over the edge.
He stutters out a raw moan, thrusts forward, and comes hard, spilling across my stomach.
His kiss softens, his fingers sliding from my hand to cup my face tenderly as he slowly comes down from his high.
I press our bodies together, savoring the way his mouth moves over mine now, gentle and reverent, like I’m something precious.
My chest swells with pride, knowing I could give him this release he’s needed for so long.
When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy.
When our eyes meet, there’s no mistaking it—
He’s completely, beautifully wrecked.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I know,” I reply.
“I feel bad I can’t return the favor,” he counters as he runs his hand down my wet body, cupping my breast, then down my ribs to finally rest on my waist.
“You can if you want to,” I say, but he frowns.
“No, Dee. I’m not risking you again. I’m sorry, but your stomach hurt the last time you climaxed. Don’t deny it, I was there, remember?”
I sigh and roll my eyes. “It wasn’t that bad,” I lie. “And that was days ago. I’m sure it’s better now.” I flash him a hopeful smile, trying to sway him, but he shakes his head, his gaze still full of concern.
Fine. I’ll let it go…
For now.
But once we’re in bed, I’m making my damn move.
“Okay. Then wash my hair?” I ask sweetly.
“Sure,” he says, softening a little.
I smile and lean my head back into the water, Colt’s fingers working their magic into my scalp.
After worshipping me in the shower, massaging my head until I’m almost asleep, and washing my body with slow, reverent strokes, he finally turns off the water and helps me out.
I grab the towel rail for balance while he wraps a fluffy towel around my hair, then dries himself.
Colt then removes the waterproof bag from my cast. He bends down and picks me up effortlessly, carrying me into the bedroom.
I must admit, I’m kind of glad he’s carrying me. Spending that long in the shower, balancing all my weight on one leg, was more complicated than I thought. He places me gently on the bed, but when he turns to head toward the closet, I grab his hand. Confused, he stops and looks back at me.
“Can we sleep naked tonight?” I ask softly. “I want to feel skin on skin. It’s been so long.”
He raises an eyebrow, smirking at me. “Sure. Sounds great to me.” He dodges Princess’s scattered toys and moves to his side of the bed, while I slip beneath the covers.
A moment later, he joins me, his body warm beside mine.
“One more favor?” I ask, grinning when he gives me a suspicious look.
“What now?” he asks, but there’s no real irritation behind it.
“Can you make out with me for a while? You know… to celebrate?”
He exhales heavily, frowning like he’s trying to stay strong against me. “Okay. But it’s not going to turn into anything more. You can get that idea right outta your head, Dee,” he says firmly, the dominant Colt I love and miss slipping back into his tone.
God, it only turns me on more.
I smirk and nod, playing innocent.
“I mean it, Dee,” he warns again, his voice low and rough.
“I promise. I won’t make you touch me,” I say sweetly.
Satisfied, he leans over me, his gaze locking with mine.
Then he lowers his mouth to mine, and the second our lips meet, I savor it, the taste of him, the familiar minty heat I’ve craved.
My hands slip into his hair as his torso presses lightly against mine, careful to avoid touching my stomach.
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, dancing with mine, and instantly that overwhelming ache between my legs sparks to life.
Kissing Colt always wakes something inside me.
When he touches me, I feel alive, like the rest of the world fades away.
As he kisses me, slow and full of passion, I set my devious little ‘get Colt to touch me’ plan into motion.
Part one—the setup.
Sliding my hands from his shoulders down to his back, I grip his shoulder blades and pull him closer.
Just like always, the moment I do, his kiss deepens, and thankfully, he doesn’t disappoint.
His mouth moves more firmly against mine, pulling a moan from deep in my throat.
And I know exactly what that does to him.
When I feel his breath hitch, I know my plan is working.
My hand trails down his body, gripping firmly at his sides. He moans in response, and I inwardly smile. He’s getting as worked up as I am over our heated makeout session.
Part two—the bait.
I reach up, placing a hand over his—the one cupping my cheek—and guide it down to rest on my breast. He hesitates, but when I arch into his palm, he instinctively squeezes, massaging me. A low groan escapes him as my tongue teases his, and his thumb brushes over my nipple, making me shiver.
Part three—the clincher.
I slide my hand along his arm, down his side, then lower it to my burning flesh. The second my fingers find my clit, I suck in a sharp breath and start circling. Pleasure rockets through me, and a moan tumbles from my mouth as my hips jerk against my touch.
Colt’s hand on my breast eases, sliding lower until he feels my hand working between my legs.
Instantly, he pulls back from our kiss. “Dee, what are you doing?” he demands, yanking the sheets aside to look down at me.
“I’m touching myself,” I say, voice low and seductive.
Our eyes lock as I slowly swirl my finger again, moaning softly at the delicious friction.
He looks torn.
He’s turned on as hell but also furious. “Dee, c’mon,” he growls.