Chapter 29
KOLTON
I am fucking starved for this woman. Dying to see Shay without the layers of clothing always between us.
I can’t kiss her hard enough. Can’t get her through my bedroom door fast enough.
We’re kissing wildly the way we do, my hands roving over her luscious curves until I’m palming her ass and sucking a path down her neck.
“God,” she gasps, her head falling backward against my bedroom wall. Then, “Did you transport me to a bordello?”
I chuckle and follow her gaze to the ceiling. Above my bed is an ornate red chandelier that has a total brothel vibe. “I ordered it special for you. Knew how much you’d love teasing me about it.”
“The red mini-lamps on top certainly bring out the vampire in your eyes.”
I laugh harder and sit on my bed, motioning for her to join me.
Seduction in her eyes, she slowly saunters over, swaying those hips I love so much. When she’s in grabbing distance, I drag her between my legs, but before I can drop a kiss between her beautiful breasts and lift her shirt, she reaches for my head, a different emotion in her eyes.
She runs her fingers down my hair. “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers.
Strange scratchiness burns my throat. “So much,” I agree.
Without another word, she grabs the hem of her shirt and yanks it over her head, then she pushes down her shorts, leaving her in a black lace bra and skimpy underwear.
“Finally,” I breathe out on a sigh. I drag my hands up her thighs and lean in to kiss her belly.
“Yes,” she says. “God, yes.”
Reverently, I slip off her bra.
With one hand on her ass and the other on her full breast, I flick her nipple with my tongue, and her head drops back again. No laugh this time, but she exhales on a moan. I put my whole mouth on her, and her knees nearly buckle.
Needing a better view, I grip her waist and guide her to the bed, laying her out before me, those curls fanning over the white sheets like I’ve imagined a thousand times. She barely blinks as I lose my shirt and jeans, and then I’m standing naked at the side of the bed.
“Closer,” she says, reaching for me.
Her heavy-lidded gaze drops to my cock, which twitches in acknowledgment, but I don’t move. “Later,” I grit out. “Right now I need to look at you. See everything I’ve pictured since Aspen. And these need to come off.”
Leaning forward, I hook my thumbs through the scrap of lace around her hips and drag them down.
My breath hitches.
I almost have to close my eyes and picture my first-grade teacher nude so I don’t come right here, right now. But I won’t close my eyes. Not for a second.
Shay’s right hand travels to her thigh, feathering over her skin. Back and forth. Back and forth. I get harder. “If you don’t touch me soon,” she warns, “I’m gonna touch myself. I’ve had lots of practice lately.”
I bet she has. “Don’t you dare. That pussy is mine.”
Her hips move restlessly over the sheets. “But I can’t wait.”
I’m right there with her, needing to be inside of her, but I’m not rushing this. “I’ll take care of you, Shay. You’ll be begging me to stop, but we do this my way. Move your hand and close your eyes.”
Her gaze runs down my chest and abs, and lower—to my want for her on display. She’s still restless, still stroking her skin. Then she softens into the bed, clutches the sheets, and closes her eyes.
Picking up one long leg, I kneel on the bed and start at her ankle, working my way up, touching, kissing.
Memorizing every inch. Each caress produces a deep moan from her.
When I get to the apex of her thighs, her beautiful wetness an inch away, she presses her hips up with a desperate, “Now, Kolton. Please.”
I start on the other leg.
Time dissolves. Seconds become kisses. Minutes are measured in tastes, each touch eliciting her throaty sounds.
I move to her hips, each breast, her neck, her shoulder, the dip at the base of her throat.
So much Shay to explore. “I can’t get enough,” I say as I hover over her on my knees. Any closer, and I won’t last.
She opens her eyes and traces the lines of my pecs, the tensed muscles of my abs, finally reaching around to knead my ass and pull me toward her.
Somehow, I resist. “Not yet, baby.”
Her nostrils flare. “Now you’re just being cruel.”
When I suck a trail down the center of her ribs, over her belly button, and down to her beautiful, slick, hot wetness, she drops her knees wide and groans with a breathy, “God.”
Fuck yeah.
I spread her open. Each lick sends her hips into spasm.
She pushes into my face, not shy about asking for more.
I give her what she wants. I give her everything.
I want her to break apart around me, because of me.
I want her to forget her life stresses. Everything but this. Us. How good I make her feel.
In seconds, she’s chanting my name and convulsing. I grip her ass as I prepare for round two. More moans. Another cry.
She falls apart while gripping my hair, her yes, Kolton, God coming out on ragged breaths. Then she tugs me up.
She brings my mouth to hers, kissing me, tasting herself on me. So damn hot.
“Shay,” I groan.
Deeper kisses. Throaty moans. Hers and mine.
The air swells with our sounds.
Reluctantly, I pull back. “I was tested after Aspen and haven’t been with anyone since.”
She reaches down and wraps her hand around my length, the heat and tightness of her grip halting my ability to speak. Lust for this woman shoots down my spine.
“Me too,” she says. Then, “No condom needed. I’m still on the pill.”
I cover her hand with mine, both of us guiding me to her entrance.
Moving back on my knees, I grip her hips and push in slowly, inch by glorious inch, watching as I sink inside of her. Warm. Wet. Perfect.
I pull her closer, press deeper. She tries to draw her hips back, forcing me to move.
But I don’t. I can’t. Not yet. I don’t understand the ache spreading through my chest, this desperation for Shay.
When the need gets too much, I pull out almost all the way, then slowly push back in in in.
Stopping. Waiting. Breathing hard. Dragging out the pleasure of being inside her, finally.
In Aspen, Shay was fit and lean. I may never have seen her body laid out like this, but she has curves going on now that weren’t there then. Rounded hips, slim waist, more than ample breasts. A fucking vision. This time, I drag out and thrust in harder.
Her breasts bounce, and she groans. Or maybe I do.
She writhes and tries to grind against me, her unruly hair sliding along the sheets. I want to watch her face, her breasts, but I need to feel my skin on hers, my mouth on hers.
I need that hair of hers in my hands.
I drop forward and pick up the pace, our bodies flush as I roll my hips. I slide my arms under her shoulders and grip her hair while she scrapes my back and rasps my name. Our lips meet, but neither of us has enough control to connect. We stay, breath mingling, lips touching.
Time stops. Evaporates.
I tuck my elbows to her sides, and she wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing tight.
Closer. Deeper. Until I almost erupt. “I’m there, baby. You with me?” My lips skim hers, still not kissing.
“Yes, God, yes,” comes her breathy reply.
Then we’re falling along with our frenzied words. Shay. Jesus. Fuck. Yes.
Our bodies press closer, a thin sheen of sweat between us, as the last shocks spike through me. I ride the end of my orgasm, panting, repeating her name until I collapse on top of her.
She runs her hands along my back. “Forget Fabio. From now on, you’re Thor.”
I nestle my nose behind her ear and suck her sensitive skin. “Does that mean you’ve watched that not-very-deep action movie of your own free will? Lots of shit gets blown up in those films.”
“Mmhmm.” She nestles deeper into me. “Chris Hemsworth overrules bad cinema.”
I laugh, the movement causing me to slip out of her. Not wanting to get up yet, I pull her against my chest.
“There are lots of women in Vancouver,” Shay suddenly says.
Chuckling again, I stroke my hand along her hair. “Astute observation.”
“Yeah, but…” She pushes up on her elbow, her other hand resting on my chest. “Why all the wooing, then? Why me, when someone back home doesn’t come with complications?”
I wish I knew the answer to that question.
When Stella mentioned having a friend I might like, someone who lives where I live, my palms went clammy.
For whatever reason, Shay overtook my mind then.
She only occupies more of it now. It’s more than her curvy figure, though, her wild hair and full lips.
It’s the way my ribs tighten when she’s in the room.
How easy it was to tell her about Marina and hang out together with Jackson.
The stuff you can’t measure. Can’t name.
“Because,” I say, “you’re the one I can’t forget. The one who drives me nuts.” But that clamminess suddenly returns, and my heart races uncomfortably.
“You drive me nuts, too,” she teases. “In the best way. I was also wondering if we could drive each other nuts a bit more tonight.” She waggles her eyebrows.
“You read my mind,” I say, trying to slow my breaths. I push up onto my elbows, too, put all my focus on Shay. On us and right now and seal the kiss we couldn’t finish before.