Chapter 4 Colt
Colt
Ivy’s words undo me completely.
I pull her against me, hands spanning her waist. She's petite compared to me, looking up with trust and desire in those cocoa-dark eyes.
"You sure?" I ask, because once I start, I won't be able to hold back.
"I know what I want," she breathes, her hands sliding up my chest. "I want you to be my first. My only."
Her first. I’ll be the first man to ever be inside of her. Maybe, the only man. The possessiveness in her voice nearly breaks my control. I kiss her deeper, hands roaming her body. When I push up the flannel, she lifts her arms eagerly.
She's perfect. Her full breasts in red lace, yesterday's Christmas Eve bra. I trace the edge with one finger, watching her shiver.
"So beautiful," I murmur, then lower my head to press open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone.
"Colt," she gasps when I take one lace-covered nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. Her hands tangle in my hair, holding me to her.
I worship her through the lace until she's trembling, then carefully unhook her bra. When it falls away, I have to pause just to look at her.
"Perfect," I breathe, then take one rosy peak into my mouth while my hand cups the other breast.
She arches beneath me, soft sounds escaping her lips that make me harder than steel. I lavish attention on her breasts until she's writhing, her hips moving restlessly against me.
"Please," she whispers. "I need more."
"What do you need, sweetheart?" I ask, my voice rough with want.
"You. Inside me. I'm aching for you."
Christ. I lift her off the counter, carrying her to the bed. She wraps her legs around my waist, and the heat of her core presses against my stomach even through our clothes.
"God, Ivy," I groan, setting her down gently.
I strip off my thermal, and her eyes widen as she takes in my chest, shoulders, the scars from years of rescue work.
"You're magnificent," she breathes, fingertips tracing a particularly harsh scar across my ribs. She leans forward and presses her lips to the scar, and something breaks loose in my chest.
I frame her face, kissing her with everything I feel. When I reach for the waistband of her thermals, she lifts her hips to help.
Slowly, reverently, I remove the last of her clothes. When she's completely bare beneath me, flushed and beautiful and trusting, I nearly lose control right there.
"You're sure?" I ask one more time.
"Make me yours," she whispers.
I kiss my way down her body, taking time to worship every inch of soft skin. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I look up at her.
"Let me taste you first," I say roughly. "Let me make you ready."
Her breath hitches. "I don't know if I can—oh!"
The first touch of my tongue makes her cry out, her back arching off the bed. I take my time, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her hands fist in the sheets.
She tastes like honey and desire, and I can't get enough. When I slide one finger inside her, she's tight and wet and perfect.
"Colt, please," she pants as I work her gently, adding a second finger while my mouth worships her most sensitive spot. "I need you."
"Not yet," I murmur against her. "Want you to come on my tongue first."
I increase my pace. When she finally shatters with a cry that echoes off the cabin walls, I work her through it, gentling my touch as she comes down.
I help her remove my jeans and boxers, her soft hands exploring with growing confidence. When her fingers wrap around my length, I have to grab her wrist.
"Easy, sweetheart. I'm already close just from watching you come."
"You're so big," she whispers, eyes wide. "Will you fit?"
"We'll go slow," I promise, positioning myself at her entrance. "If it hurts, you tell me to stop."
I hold her gaze as I push slowly inside, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. She's so tight I have to grit my teeth to maintain control.
"Breathe," I murmur when I feel her tense. "Relax for me."
She does, and I slide deeper, inch by careful inch. "Fuck, you feel incredible," I groan. "So tight around me. Like you were made for my cock."
Her breath catches at my raw words. "You feel so good. So full. I never knew it could feel like this."
I start to move then, slow and deep, watching her face transform with pleasure. She's so responsive, so perfect, meeting my movements with growing confidence.
"That's it," I encourage when she lifts her hips to take me deeper. "Take what you need, sweetheart. Take all of me."
Our rhythm builds gradually, and I can feel her climbing toward another peak. I reach between us, finding her clit.
"Oh God," she gasps, her body starting to shake. "Colt, I'm going to—"
"Come for me," I command softly, circling her clit with my thumb. "Come on my cock, Ivy. Let me feel you."
She shatters with a scream that she muffles against my shoulder, her body clenching around me so tightly I almost pass out.
The sight and sound of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow her with a groan that seems to come from my soul.
I hold her soft body close as I shudder out every last drop of my seed.
"So, it was Your first time," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her hair. "How do you feel?"
"Perfect. Complete." She tilts her head up to smile at me, her eyes still bright with satisfaction. "Like I've been waiting my whole life for this moment."
Something clenches in my chest. "Ivy."
"I know it's crazy," she says quickly. "I know it's too fast. But I can't help how I feel."
"How do you feel?"
She takes a shaky breath. "Like I'm falling in love with you."
The words hit like a punch. Sweet Ivy thinks she's falling in love with a broken man with blood on his hands.
"You don't know what you're saying."
"I know exactly what I'm saying." Her voice is steady, certain. "I know you're a good man who's been hurt. I know you've spent your life saving people. And whatever happened, you don't deserve to spend the rest of your life alone."
Before I can respond, she's kissing me again, and rational thought becomes impossible.