Chapter Nineteen #2
“Okay, well… she’s naked, waiting for me,” Colt says flatly. “If you don’t believe me, go check for yourself. Just know she’s gonna be real embarrassed if you do.”
I scramble under the covers as the door creaks open, and Anna steps inside. “Dee? Are you okay?” she asks gently, her eyes scanning the room as I yank the sheets up over my chest.
“Other than Colt withholding an orgasm from me? I’m fine. What’s wrong?”
Anna perches on the edge of the bed, visibly relieved. “He went downstairs to get ice. I got worried. After how he reacted with the stripper, I thought maybe…” She sighs. “He got too worked up.”
“You think he brought ice to put on a bruise?” I half-laugh.
She shrugs, glancing toward the door.
“Anna, come on. Colt would never hurt me.”
Colt enters, a bowl of ice in hand, looking unimpressed. “At least someone knows me well enough,” he mutters. “Anna, I’d never hurt Dee. I’m pissed you even considered it.” He walks past her and sets the bowl beside me on the nightstand.
My gaze drops to the ice, and my thighs clench. Oh, I know exactly what he’s planning.
Colt watches me notice it. His smirk is lethal.
“I saw the ice and panicked,” Anna says, now sheepish. “I’m sorry, Colt. I know you wouldn’t. I just… well, it looked bad.” She stands and hugs Colt quickly.
“Anna,” he says, brow raised. “I love you, but the ice is melting.”
She giggles, catching on. “Right. Yep. Totally. Sorry for the interruption.” She turns back to me, smirking. “Have fun. And don’t worry, I’ll keep the party going. See you two in the morning.” She shuts the door behind her.
And the moment it clicks closed, Colt turns to me, his eyes dark and full of intent.
I forget to breathe.
When my mind returns to me, I ask the question burning in my mind, “She seriously thought you were getting ice because you hit me?”
Colt rolls his eyes. “Yeah. I don’t even know how she made that leap. Honestly, I’m pissed she’d think that. But I guess, at least she cares enough to check.” He pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing his sculpted abs and broad chest. My mouth waters.
“Well… now that you’ve got the ice,” I murmur, tossing the sheets off and lying back again with a teasing grin. “What exactly are you planning to do with it?”
He chuckles and climbs between my legs, grabbing a cube from the bowl. “Tease you. Some more.”
My heart pounds. My thighs tighten.
His finger traces a slow path down the center of my body, from between my breasts to just above my pussy. I suck in a breath from even the faintest of touches.
“You know I’d never hurt you, right?”
I nod, then smirk. “I know. You only ever hurt me in the good ways.” I take his hand and press it against my pussy, and he groans, leaning down to kiss me as his fingers stroke against my folds.
“Take off your pants,” I whisper against his lips. “I want to see all of you.”
He stands, undoes the button, and lets his pants drop to the floor. No boxers. No hesitation. Just pure Colt—naked, strong, hard.
I bite my bottom lip. “God, you’re perfect.”
He smirks, grabbing the bowl again. The cube glistens in his hand as he slides back between my legs. The chill hits me as he drags it down the valley between my breasts. I gasp, my back arching from the cold, but it only makes me hotter.
He trails the melting cube lower, his free hand lifting my leg as he kisses down my calf. The ice hits my pelvis, and then—
“Oh shit,” I mumble, as he slides it over my pussy, pressing it to my clit.
I jolt from the sensation, and he chuckles darkly before licking me, his tongue replacing the sting of cold with heat.
His finger slides inside me, and I moan, body rocking against him while he circles the cube around my folds.
The contrast is electric.
The pressure builds with every flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. When he adds a second finger, I cry out, thighs quivering when he pushes deeper.
Then he grabs a fresh cube, sucks on it, and leans in, his cold tongue stroking my clit.
I cry out, breathless, overwhelmed by sensation.
I reach for him, gripping his hair, pulling him closer.
My hips rise, desperate, wild. And then he flicks, just once, hard and deep.
His fingers plunge inside me again, and I explode, screaming his name when my orgasm shatters through me, raw and ruthless.
My body shakes uncontrollably. My thighs clamp around Colt’s head, but he doesn’t stop until I’m gasping, twitching, totally spent.
He lifts his head, chewing the leftover ice with a smug glint in his eye.
“That was… mind-blowing,” I whisper, eyes fluttering shut.
He crawls up my body and kisses me. His tongue is still cold, sending one last shiver down my spine.
“From the way you screamed?” he says with a smirk. “I’d say I nailed it.”
“Oh, you did,” I murmur, dragging my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth back to mine. “Drunk sex and ice cubes? Best idea ever.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me. “Now that I’ve thoroughly teased you… I’m going to make love to you. Slowly.”
I moan softly, spreading my legs wider as his cock brushes against me. He enters me achingly slowly, inch by inch, until he’s buried to the hilt. My breath catches. His body presses over mine, our skin flush and slick. I clutch his back, pulling him close.
I don’t need anything rough.
This is enough.
He moves with controlled rhythm, steady and deep, his mouth capturing mine in a kiss that burns as much as it soothes. We move together, perfectly in sync. My body tingles with every slow thrust, every delicious roll of his hips. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him in, refusing to let go.
His kisses grow hungrier while my nails rake his back. He speeds up, just enough to make the pressure inside me build again. Moans and gasps fill the room, drowning out the music from downstairs.
His hand grips my hip, pulling me into each thrust, and when his lips move to my neck, sucking, biting, my body trembles again.
“Come with me, baby.” He groans, biting the curve where my neck meets my shoulder.
The orgasm hits like a lightning strike. My entire body clamps down on him, and I cry out as the pleasure tears through me. I claw at his back as he thrusts once more and lets out a long, guttural moan, pulsing inside me.
We collapse together, tangled and breathless.
His weight is warm. Comforting. His heart thuds against mine.
My hands glide through his hair as I whisper, “I fucking love you… even if you did walk out before finishing me off.”
He nuzzles into my neck. “I fucking love you too.” Then he laughs, lifting his head. “Did I not make up for that?”
“Oh, definitely. And… sorry about the stripper.”
He rests his forehead against mine, brushing his lips over mine. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. But when I saw him grinding on you like that… fuck! It made me fucking rage. You’re mine.”
I kiss him gently. “I get it. Remember that Rolling Stone shoot? That girl who was all over you? I was ready to burn the building down. I shouldn’t have let that happen tonight. You’re the only man I want dancing for me anyway.”
“Oh, yeah?” He smirks. “Well, once everyone’s gone tomorrow… maybe I’ll give you a private show.”
“If I’m good?” I tease.
“Exactly.” He rubs his nose against mine.
I sigh. “Do we need to go back downstairs? Even though I really don’t think I can look Anna in the eye right now.”
Colt shakes his head. “No way. I’m not done with you yet, Miss Norman.”