Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21917 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“We could ruin everything…”
“Maybe,” I agree. I know he’s right, but unlike Colt, I can’t find a way to control myself. Emotions flood through me like a tidal wave. “Maybe not—”
Suddenly, his mouth is on mine, and the world explodes all at once. The ache in my core amplifies, like I’m about to explode. My thighs are tingling, and I am wet, so wet that my thighs are soaked and my panties are bunching. My whole body trembles as Colt slips his hand up the back of my shirt and traces the lines of my lower back.
“You are a virgin, aren’t you, Lily?” he asks. I feel like a spotlight is shining on me, but I’m prouder than ever when I nod up at him.
“Yes.”
I’m overwhelmed with tremendous desire as his eyes sparkle down at me, filled with desire that has me weak in the knees. His hand tightens against me—possessive, demanding. He smiles as he leans in and traces my lower lip with his tongue. I can’t explain the crash of sensations that fill my body. All I can do is surrender to him as he growls deep and reaches between my legs.
Next thing I know, I’m in his lap, straddling his strong thighs on the porch swing, grinding against him as his hands grip my waist. He holds me like I’m precious, something that can be broken. He kisses me with passionate hunger, but there’s restraint there, like he’s being delicate with me.
I press my palms against his stomach, feeling the strength of his abs and the well-defined lines. He groans against my lips, sending a feminine thrill rushing through my limbs. My heart skips a beat as he growls my name. “Lily.”
“Colt,” I whimper back, rolling my hips instinctively against his, the friction against his bulge causing my entire body to shake.
This is it. This is really happening.
“We need to slow down,” he whispers, but his hands are already sliding up my shirt, searching for more.
“No, we don’t—”
The sound of a car neither of us recognizes pulls into the drive. I jump off of Colt like a cat leaping out of water. We both stand, trying to look as normal as possible, as a man in a suit steps out.
“Colt Matthews? I’m the insurance adjuster. I’m here about the storm damage you called about.”
Colt steps in front of me, as if blocking the man’s eyes from my body. “Right. Let me show you the house.”
His hand brushes against mine as he passes. A hot, prickling sensation spreads through me like a promise, a reassurance that this—whatever this is—is not over.
I sink back onto the swing, pressing my fingers to my swollen lips, remembering Colt’s kiss. I feel altered down to my core. He was right; something has changed.
That kiss was just the beginning, but at the same time, a point of no return.
6
COLT
The insurance adjuster’s car disappears down the driveway, and the silence that follows is deafening. I stand on the porch, every nerve ending in my body still blazing from that kiss—from having Lily in my arms, from feeling her soft skin against my palm. Her taste is still branded on my tongue, her scent embedded in my lungs.
She’s still out on the swing, looking over at me with those innocent green eyes that seem to see right into me, wanting, needing, trusting. I can see her lips are swollen from the kiss, and that simple sight sends a rush of possessiveness through me that I have no right to feel.
“Colt?” Her voice is soft and uncertain, like she thinks I might turn away again.
She’s right to worry. Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to leave and put distance between us. To rebuild the walls between us that she’s managed to destroy with shocking ease. But I’m tired of running from this, from her, from the inevitable conclusion of where this thing has to go.
“You.” I smile, snapping my fingers at her. “You come here.”
She giggles, rising immediately, and pads over to me, her hips swaying with such delicious feminine energy. I’ve never even thought about having kids, but when I watch her move, all I can picture is putting a baby in her belly.
When she’s close enough, I reach out and grab her wrists, pulling her up against me. She gasps, pressing her hands against my chest. I can feel her heart racing just like mine.
“We need to talk,” I manage to say. “About what just happened.”
“What happened? You kissed me. We kissed.”
“We shouldn’t have. I shouldn’t have done that.”
Her face falls. Her eyes fill with disappointment. She tries to pull away, but I reflexively tighten my grip. “Let me finish,” I tell her. “I shouldn’t have, but I’m going to do it again—and again and again and again. Because now that I’ve tasted you, Lily, there’s no going back.”