Page 40 of Pack to the Wall

I moaned again, and without his mouth over mine, it seemed far too loud out here in— I blinked and froze.

“Wait…!” I gasped.

His lips, which had kissed their way down to trace the collar of my long-sleeved shirt, pulled back instantly.

“What’s wrong, gorgeous?” The way he said “gorgeous,” low and breathy, made it clear he meant it. It wasn’t just some random pet name, and it made my insides melt to hear him think of me like that.

“We’re just… out here… in the middle of nowhere,” I said, frantic.

He smiled. “On my favorite rock. I think it’s going to be my favorite for a completely different reason after this, though.”

I sat up, arms tight around myself, even though I was sweating and panting with sweltering heat. “But it’s so… exposed. What if someone came along?”

“Then they’d see a sexy woman being pleasured by a younger man,” he replied, sitting up next to me. “I wouldn’t blame them for wanting to watch. I could watch you all day and all night. Also… no one comes out here, especially in the middle of the day. There are no trails back here and we’re far enough out of town that only your neighborhood knows of these woods and most of them don’t go that far into them.”

All very logical and sensible things, but still… I felt like I was on display for the entire world to see.

“Trust me,” Colt said, slipping a large hand to my back and rubbing comforting circles. Except his heated palm only made my steamy-state worse. “I’d rather be doing this on your bed, but…”

My bed… right.

Ginny.

I blinked. I’d been furious with her not that long ago but now… “Is that why you’re doing all this? To make me forget about what happened?”

“A secondary reason, yes. The primary reason was I wanted to be alone with you, touching you, pleasing you.”

“You were doing very well on both fronts,” I whispered.

“But you don’t want to continue?” he asked as his hand on my back swept up to move my hair aside so he could kiss the back of my neck. It was a long, sensuous, lingering kiss, that turned all the skin above my waist into gooseflesh and drew another soft moan. God, I wanted him.

“If you keep your bra and panties on, it won’t be any worse than being in a swimsuit in public,” he whispered.

Despite my reservations, my mind had been looking for any loophole, any excuse to keep going with Colt, and his swimsuit reasoning made sense enough for me to finally relent.

“Done,” I breathed and whipped off my shirt.

“Hell yeah… gorgeous.”

Againthatword fromhislips filled my core with dripping heat.

Suddenly my jeans were way too hot, and I reached down to tug them off when Colt stopped me.

“Oh no. Let me.” Even as he said it, he removed his shirt and leather vest with one fluid motion, revealing a thick, muscular torso.

I already knew his arms were huge, though not as chiseled as Tyson’s. It seemed the rest of him was the same: big, thick, and beefy.

Yeah, that was the word: beefy.

Everything was heavy and rounded. And though he was big and beefy, still there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He was all muscle, just thick powerful muscle instead of finely honed chiseled muscle.

And yeah, he did have scars, lots of them. Most were old and faded, but it was clear he’d had a rough life. Then, there were his tattoos.

I usually didn’t go for a man with ink, but on him, it lookedgood. I’d already seen the ones on his arms. Down his left arm was a swirling stylized pattern which integrated parts of a bear: roaring maw, claws, and sad eyes. His right shoulder held the image of a wolf, a lion, and a bear, overlaid and integrated. The one I hadn’t seen before was the profile of a bear’s head on his chest. It was stylized, more outline than detailed, but the eye of the bear was a tank and from its mouth out ran a stylized horse: acoltescaping atank.

Colt laughed. “Ah… gorgeous? You’re drooling.”

I licked my lips and yup, there was just a bit of drool at the corner of my mouth. And I wasn’t even ashamed of it.

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