Chapter 23
His breath hissed slowly as Colette stood, lifting herself on her tiptoes to brush her lips against his, her hands curling into the fabric of his shirt.
Her touch sent flames burning through him.
“It’s better if we don’t,” Marshall warned, gripping her wrists in his palms. She moved her hips against him, swaying to an unknown tune, and giggled.
“I want to play, Marshall. Won’t you let me have a little bit of fun?” Her eyes locked on his in a tantalizing way that he couldn’t avoid. The sweet feel of her body moving against him only ratcheted up the intense battle raging inside him.
“I don’t want to start something we won’t be able to finish,” he rasped. “I want to treat you right.”
Colette’s gaze dipped to the side as she licked her plump lips. Tilting her head, she flicked her heated gaze back to his and shook her head.
“Are you always so serious?” she asked, leading him back to the sofa.
He wasn’t ready for things to move this fast, and he certainly didn’t want to take advantage of Colette when she was vulnerable.
But the tightness in his groin was making his brain malfunction, and all he could do was follow.
“Just let me take care of you. It’s only fair. ”
“You don’t have to,” his breath rasped in his chest as his excitement heightened. “I’m fine. Nothing a cold shower can’t fix.” Or a hot one, if history repeated itself. She didn’t need to know that.
Colette planted her hands on her hips. “Are you telling me you’ve never fantasized about me doing to you what you just did to me?”
Marshall swallowed. She would probably be pissed if he lied again. The way her brow raised in challenge dared him to tell her he hadn’t.
Of course he had.
Her pouty pink lips on his cock.
Making him lose his mind. Marshall shook his head.
“You don’t have to, I’ll be okay,” he said, his tone less than convincing.
She snorted and reached for his belt. Marshall looked up at the sky for courage, strength, something.
His jeans pooled at his feet, quickly followed by his underwear. Her palm gently pushed him until the back of his legs hit the sofa. His eyes darkened in anticipation as he watched her, a deep hunger clawing at his core.
“Now be a good boy and sit on the sofa.”
He obeyed; their gazes locked. Her hand drifted from his chest to the bottom of her T-shirt.
She lifted it over her head, shaking out her dark curls and exposing her luscious breasts tucked into a light blue lace bra.
His mouth went dry, and he licked his lips to moisten them again.
Marshall couldn’t keep his eyes off her nipples, so hard and aching to be touched, beckoning him from behind the delicate fabric.
“It’s hot in here,” she panted, then lowered to her knees.
His body shook with anticipation, hardly believing this was how the night was going to end.
Because it would definitely end. She was going to destroy him and his rules and everything he wanted to keep under control.
All his unbridled lust released with one kiss.
Her delicious hum vibrated against his body as she kissed her way to the junction of his thighs. Captivated, he watched as her tongue swept the tip of his length, swiping away the bead of precum sitting there.
It had been so long since he had been with someone.
Maybe that was why every single touch, lick, and kiss was sending shocks of electricity through his body.
A breathy sigh escaped his lips as she took his length the first time, her tongue stroking the underside of it as she moved.
He almost jumped out of his skin as she moaned down his cock, a sweet sound that sent pure pleasure coursing through him.
She worked him, taking him halfway at first, then all the way to the back of her throat, squeezing him as she gagged.
Marshall’s head tipped back; he had never felt anything like this.
It wasn’t his first blow job, but somehow, Colette’s mouth caressed and loved him in a way he had never experienced.
His thighs contracted and trembled as she moved up and down his length with a gentle sweep of her tongue along the base of his tip.
He lifted his head to watch as her lips wrapped around him so perfectly, so worshipfully.
Arousal and long-suppressed desire coiled within him, and for a moment, he was afraid of what he was going to unleash on her.
“Fuck, you’re killing me. You’re so goddamn sweet.”
She gave a little throaty laugh, her mouth full of him, and reached a hand to fondle his balls. Her blue eyes locked with his as she took him deeper. Marshall couldn’t look away, even when he hit the back of her throat, and she gagged.
Pulling up, she slid back down his shaft, sending him dangerously close to the edge.
One more glance at her lovingly working his cock and he exploded. He pumped between her lips, sending shots of hot cum coating the back of her throat. Colette swallowed each drop, licking her tempting lips with satisfaction as she popped off.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he rasped, running a hand through her hair and pulling her to him.
She sat in his lap, kissing her way up his neck and pressing her sweet mouth to his.
His hands filled with her delicious curves, and he fantasized about what it would be like to have more.
More Colette. Would he ever have his fill of her?
The moment their lips touched, he was screwed.
Colette Slip was the kind of woman his dreams were made of—the kind of woman that a man could build a life with. How would he survive when she left?
The way he looked at it, he had two choices: enjoy their time together while it lasted, or torture himself by trying to keep distance between them.
He chuckled as she pulled away.
Her mouth quirked up to the side. “What’s so funny?”
“I’m laughing because I don’t stand a chance with you. Rules or no rules, there’s nothing that could keep me away from you now.”
A soft pink hue bloomed on her cheeks at his words, reaching the lacy edge of her bra. She tilted her head and gave him a devastating smile. The kind that reached right up to her eyes, stealing his breath.
“It’s just a kiss goodnight, Marshall. No need to get so serious.
” She giggled, pressing her palms to his chest and tipping her head to run her tongue along the seam of his lips.
His body warmed, tingles vibrating beneath the surface of his skin as they kissed.
His chest was near bursting with joy. Pure sunshine.
Colette could say what she wanted about what was happening between them.
But Marshall knew the truth.
A kiss like that could get him into serious trouble.
A kiss like that could steal his heart.