3. Chapter 3
Chapter three
Remington
Colton holds my hand as we leave McQueen’s and cross the street. We’re both quiet, but a charge of anticipation hangs thick in the air between us.
When we make it to my room, the door barely snicks closed behind us when he coils his fingers around the nape of my neck, drawing me into him for a searing kiss. His other hand presses into the small of my back until our bodies are molded together from lips to hips.
His mouth is soft and warm against my own, and he kisses me like he’s trying to consume me.
I kiss him back just as passionately, my hunger matching his.
My fingers thread into his hair as our tongues dance together like we’ve kissed a million times.
It’s wet, feverish, and wild. Seductively torturous.
I pull away. Not far, just enough to get a quick breath of air in my lungs and he chases, tugging me by the waist to keep me close to him, claiming my mouth again.
I gasp as he wraps my hair around his wrist, guiding my head back until our eyes lock. The stare he gives me is intense.
This is no longer the fun, flirty, adorable man I’ve spent the evening with. He’s confident, dominant, and pure alpha male.
“You can’t imagine the things I want to do to you, baby girl.”
With that promise hanging in the air, I’m lifted off my feet into his arms, his big hands holding me by the back of my thighs. With no other choice, I wrap my legs around his waist.
I’m more than happy to let him manhandle me. I marvel at his steadfast strength when he lowers me enough for his hard cock to press against my core. When he rolls his hips, I moan at the friction. Flexing my own hips, I get his enthusiastic moan in response.
My heart thrashes and my chest heaves as he kisses along my neck, nosing the sensitive skin behind my ear.
“Colton,” I beg, while his mouth blazes a trail across my skin. Want floods my bloodstream. “There are too many clothes between us,” I complain.
He carries me to the big bed, setting me down on the edge with my knees hanging off and my feet touching the floor. Then he cradles my face and kisses me again. This time, it’s gentle and slow, a kiss that systematically takes me apart.
“Arms up,” he orders in a gravelly voice.
I comply. He doesn’t waste time, taking hold of the hem of my shirt and drawing it over my head, removing the fabric barrier between us. I shake out my hair when the shirt clears my head, and watch him toss it aside without a care for where it lands.
Without thinking, I unclasp my bra and let it drop to the floor alongside my shirt. When I fall to my back, I watch as his eyes travel the length of me, drinking me in. When they catch mine again, it feels like a shockwave goes off.
“Jesus, look at you. You’re perfect.”
Standing at the foot of the bed, he unbuttons my pants. I lift my ass to help—anything to get them off faster—and he drags my jeans down along with my underwear, trapping them around my ankles.
With an arrogant smirk, he bends his sinful body, lifting my legs over his head. When he straightens, my hips are suspended off the bed. With my ankles shackled by my own pants, I’m trapped. At his mercy.
I’ve never allowed anyone to put me in such a vulnerable position during sex. I should be panicking, and with any other man I think I would be. For reasons I don’t have the brain power to analyze, with Colton, I’m not afraid. Not concerned. Not wary. I’m just…turned on in a way I’ve never been.
Still fully clothed, which is somehow more erotic, his gaze is blistering hot as it roams over my bare skin. His big hands slide along my ribs, palming my breasts as his thumbs tease my nipples, causing my lips to part on a gasp.
His mouth follows the path of his hands, making me arch into his palms when he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
When he drops kisses on my stomach, my muscles twitch and flutter.
The rasp of his whiskers against my skin sends shivers and tingles thrumming through my body.
His soft kisses along the inside of my knee and thigh cause goosebumps to spread across my skin.
I’m not sure if the lusty sounds slipping out of me are spurring him on, or if it’s the other way around. Maybe both.
He continues his sensual onslaught, brushing his lips over my breasts and across my stomach until his face is between my legs. The feral sound of pleasure he makes when he gets his first taste of me reverberates through my entire body.
“Damn, you taste sweet. I’m going to enjoy making you come on my face,” he tells me with a rakish grin.
I drop my knees open with a whimper. With my ankles imprisoned, it’s all I can do. Need and desire overrule my thoughts. Every breath is a moan. I’m free-falling headfirst into ecstasy and I’m reveling in it.
He doesn’t have much room to maneuver, but it doesn’t seem to hinder him. His tongue lavishes my clit, every leisurely stroke unhurried and torturous, teasing me ever nearer to the edge of release.
Not being able to move my legs is a new experience and I’m not sure how he’s not suffocating. Whatever he’s doing is working, but the urge to spread my legs for him is becoming irresistible.
“Colton,” I whine.
He responds with a long, deliberate lick and raises his head, those unique eyes meeting mine. “What do you need, baby?”
“I can’t move my legs,” I complain.
His sultry gaze is shiver-inducing. Being with him feels different, more powerful, than any man I’ve ever been with.
His fingers sink into my ass cheeks. “You want to spread yourself open for me?” His deep voice vibrates down my spine, his dirty words dragging another lusty moan out of me.
When he doesn’t release me and lowers his head again, I let out a frustrated groan. I feel his smile against me right before he sucks my clit into his wicked mouth.
My back bows, leaving only my head and shoulders touching the bed.
It doesn’t take his talented tongue long to send me flying over the edge. My heartbeat goes haywire, tremors run through my body, and calling out his name, I shatter like fragile glass hitting pavement.