28. Chapter 28
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“ Y our turn, you sore loser,” Libby teases. We are playing scrabble on the couch and she’s admittedly whooping my ass. Savannah going out with Blake kind of went against the whole point of bringing her here, but it’s not like she’s with Tyson. And it allowed me this time with my girl, so I still take it as a win.
“I’m only a sore loser because you’re cheating.”
“I am not!” She swats my arm and the current runs straight into my pants. “It’s not my fault that you don’t know words.”
“There’s a difference between knowing words and making up words, Libs,” I say while looking at my seven vowels sitting in front of me on the coffee table.
“I’m not making anything up, you’re just not very smart,” she teases as she pats my leg. She’s been extremely touchy for the last few hours, and I’m mere seconds from not being able to hold my restraint any longer.
“You better watch what you do with those hands, Libs.” I see her out of the corner of my eye, bringing her knees up as she wraps her arms around them and rests her chin on top.
“And why is that?”
Letting my eyes trail over to her, I warn, “Because you’re playing with fire, you little pyro.”
She tucks her bottom lips between her teeth and gives a little shoulder shrug. “Maybe I like the heat.”
My cock immediately jumps at her words. She’s testing me, right? Trying to see if she can get a rise out of me. But the only thing rising is in my pants. I narrow my look at her. “Careful, I can’t promise to be a gentleman if you keep pushing me.”
Her cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink as her eyes begin to sparkle. “Maybe I don’t want you to be.”
Fuck. I turn my body to look at her straight on. “Tell me what you want, Libs.” The pulse in her neck quickens as her lips part, begging for my attention.
“I want you,” she breathes. And that’s all it takes for my last thread of decency to snap and I scoop her up and sit her on my lap so she’s straddling me.
I search her eyes for any trace of hesitation, needing to know she has a clear head. “Tell me again.”
She leans in, her hair falling in my face, and it smells fucking phenomenal. Her lips find my neck, pressing a gentle kiss. A rumble climbs up my throat. Straightening herself back upright, she cups my jaw with her hands. “Treat me like your wife, Colt.”
Letting out a low growl, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and bring her mouth to mine. The force causes a small moan to escape her lips and my dick twitches. She apparently feels it because she pulls away from my mouth and looks down at my lap and gives a sexy little smile, clearly pleased with herself. With a new wave of confidence, she comes back down hard, taking control of kissing me back this time.
As she bites my lip and pulls it towards her, I see the fire in her eyes. Yes . This is the Libby I couldn’t wait to get my hands on since first seeing her on Facetime. She lets go of my lip and slides her tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine, claiming me. My hands find her thighs and I squeeze the softness I find there.
Libby grabs the bottom edge of my shirt and pulls it up, breaking our kiss long enough to slide it over my head. Tossing it on the floor, she comes back to our kiss with even more intensity. I run my hands up her thighs, around to her back, and pull her into me. I can’t get enough of her like this. She is completely letting loose and I want to soak up all of it.
Grinding her core against my groin, she lets out a desperate moan that drives me crazy. I test the waters by sliding my hands under the hem of her shirt so they’re touching the skin on her sides. She’s so warm, so soft. As I dig my fingers in to pace myself, Libby drops her kisses to my jaw and then to my neck. I lean my head back on the couch to give her full access as she sucks and kisses her way around it. All while creating the friction she needs in my lap.
Then she bites . “Shit,” I hiss.
She withdrawals and looks at me. “Is that not okay?”
“Libs, you can do whatever you want to me and it’s more than okay.” I lean forward and nudge her nose with mine. The passion ignites in her eyes and she grabs her shirt and yanks it off in one movement, leaving her in her jeans and purple cotton bra. Taking in all of her, inch by inch, I shake my head in disbelief. “You are absolutely breathtaking, Libby.”
Her cheeks turn the hottest shade of red and she runs a delicate hand down my chest and abdomen. “You’re not too bad yourself, Gibson.” Her eyes flutter up to mine. “Tell me what you want.”
Well, that is the easiest fucking thing to answer. “You.”
“No, Colt,” she leans in next to my ear and whispers, “tell me exactly what you want.” And I’ll be damned if that isn't the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.