35. Chapter 35
Chapter thirty-five
Pony
With my hand resting on Remi’s lower back, we leave the restaurant.
“I never stopped thinking about you,” she whispers when we reach her car.
I band my arms around her and pull her against me, eliminating the space between us. “I never stopped thinking about you either,” I whisper back.
I feel the rise and fall of her chest against mine. A moment hangs suspended between us before I lean in, and my lips capture hers.
I can’t help my groan when her tongue glides against mine after all this time. It feels like I’ve finally come home, like stepping into sunlight after surviving a long, dark stormy night.
She sinks into me, looping her arms around my shoulders. I cradle the back of her head, kissing her slow and decadent until desperate sounds rise from her throat. When I deepen the kiss, it turns hot and demanding, frantic and ravaging.
Reluctant to stop, I break the kiss slowly, easing away. She blinks up at me through hazy, lust-filled eyes, her pouty lips pink and wet.
I’ve been worried for nothing. We do still have that same powerful chemistry between us.
My thumb skates across her cheek. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I say, my voice deeper and rougher than usual.
She presses up on her toes and kisses me again. “I’d invite you back to my place, but most of your team is there.”
That’s not an invitation I’m willing to pass up and offer an alternative. “My place?”
Her smile is quick, her response quicker. “Yes.”
I pull her car door open.
“I’ll follow you,” she tells me, kissing me once more then sliding behind the wheel.
The short drive home feels much too long. When I pull into my driveway, she parks on the street in front of my house and grabs a small overnight bag from the backseat. I meet her halfway up the walk, take her hand, and practically drag her to my front door.
As soon as the door closes behind us, her bag hits the floor and our mouths slam together. Unlike our kiss by her car, this one is madness. Inelegant. Raw desire and need as we devour each other, too desperate to find a rhythm.
Our lips remain locked as I lift and carry her across the living room.
I object with a groan when she tears her lips from mine. “Where are we going?” she asks, breathlessly as her legs wrap around me.
“Upstairs.”
“You can’t carry me upstairs.” Although she sounds like she’s protesting, there’s no real concern in her voice.
“Yes, I can.”
Her mischievous eyes light with passion. “You’re so big and strong.” She places a soft kiss to the sensitive skin below my ear.
Her voice is so sultry and seductive that a shock of lust slams me in the gut. My already hard cock throbs eagerly in my pants.
A growl rumbles through me. I tighten my grip and pick up the pace. She threads her fingers through my hair while her other hand roams over my chest.
She’s teasing a path of open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat, her breath feathering across my skin. The sensation drags a moan out of me. I stutter-step, banging my shoulder against the wall, almost losing my balance on the stairs in my haste to get her into my bed.
We make it to my bedroom unscathed, and I set her on her feet, drinking in the sight of her. The woman looks like sin in that dress.
“The way that dress clings to every one of your lush curves is fucking sexy as hell, but, baby, I need you out of it. Now.” I can’t help growling the order.
She exhales a shaky breath, her trembling hands moving to work the zipper. My own fingers are clumsy as I tackle my shirt buttons and strip down to my boxer briefs. I can’t get out of my clothes fast enough.
Remi shimmies out of her dress, standing in front of me in nothing but a black bra, matching panties, and those sexy turquoise heels.
Fucking hell. She’s beautiful.
I don’t need her to say she wants me. Her eyes tell me. Her body speaks for her. I don’t just see her desire, I can feel it.
I close the distance and kiss her, my hands cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her rigid nipples through the lace of her bra. She kisses me back, crying out and arching into my palms.
I nuzzle my nose into the crook of her neck. “Why do you smell so good?”
I’m obsessed. Possessed. Captivated and consumed by her.
I guide her to the bed. After slipping off one turquoise shoe and then the other, Remi unhooks her bra and drops it to the floor. I shove my boxer briefs down, rip open a condom, and sheath my weeping cock.
I caress her thighs, loving how my rough hands feel against her silky skin. Hooking my thumbs into the waistband, I glide her black lace panties down her thighs.
A deep groan vibrates through me when I slip two fingers inside her. “Ah, fuck, Remi, you’re already so wet for me.”
I’m mindless with how much I want her. I can’t hold back. Can’t go slow. The primal ache to be inside her is uncontrollable, overwhelming all thought and reason. I rub the head of my cock against her entrance, then push into her with a slick slide and a groan of ultimate pleasure.
The feel of her naked skin against mine is incendiary, and I hope this fire between us never banks to embers.
She wraps her legs around me and locks her ankles. “Colton...Oh god, Colton.”
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
She cradles my face, something akin to love etched in her warm brown eyes. “This. Just you. That’s all I want.”
I inhale sharply. My heart beats out a crazy rhythm, trying to leap out of my chest. I press my lips to hers, trying to convey through a tender kiss what I know is much too soon to put into words.
I move in and out of her with a powerful flex of my hips. She meets me thrust for thrust, her warm, wet heat surrounding my cock.
I grasp her thigh and hitch her leg higher. She gasps when I hit deeper, getting wetter with every slide.
Hips snapping, I lean forward and suck her nipple into my mouth while circling the pad of my thumb against her clit. She breathes my name, and it sounds like a fucking prayer, sending a shiver through me.
Her orgasm slams into her. Head thrown back, she bows off the bed, fingers tangling in my hair and tugging. Her pussy quivers and clenches around me. Riding the tide of pleasure, she cries out my name.
My control fractures. My hips stutter, my smooth rhythm falters. My cock swells and my balls pull up. With one last possessive thrust deep inside her, I follow her over the edge a heartbeat later.
Once I recover from the high, I collapse, giving her some of my weight. Forehead to forehead, our rapid breaths blend together, combining as one.
I want nothing more than to stay buried inside her, but I have to deal with the condom. As I ease out, she flutters against me, and my dick tries to rally. When I slip free of her heat, she shudders and moans.
I dispose of the condom and crawl back into bed, cradling her in my arms and tangling our legs together.
“I missed you.” Her voice is whisper soft.
I place a kiss on her bare shoulder, my arms tightening around her. “I missed you too.”
My eyes drift closed with a deep, contented sigh, knowing the two of us are exactly where we belong.