Page 16 of Hero's Prize

He grimaced. “I just mean, I’m clean. It’s part of my quarterly check-in with my physician. And there’s nothing I’d love more, since I trust you, to not have to leave this bed to go find a condom. To just feel you.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

She loved the smile that crept over his face before he laid her back against the bed and kissed gently over her cheeks and eyes.

She ran her hands up his shoulders as he moved his lips down her jaw to find her neck once more. He shifted his weight to the side so he could slide his hand down her body and in between her legs.

This time, Ella’s moan was closer to a hiss. It had been so long, and even then, it hadn’t been Colton.

Those brown eyes met hers. “So wet. So delicious.”

She couldn’t manage to force words out, could only feel and enjoy as his fingers teased her closer and closer to the edge. It wasn’t long before her hips were rocking up toward him—a silent appeal for more.

“I want you inside me.” She hardly recognized her own voice, but she loved the shudder that shot through him at the words.

He moved so he was fully on top of her, hiking one of her legs up over his hip. Slowly, eyes on hers, he slid inside.

It was the single most intimate moment of her life—her gaze held captive by his as he filled her inch by inch. There was no way to escape him, not that she had any interest in doing so.

He held still for a moment, eyes still on hers, once he wascompletely seated—giving her time to adjust. Making sure she was still okay.

“More,” she whispered.

That slow grin spread over his face once again, before he reached a hand into the bend of her knee and hooked her leg up higher, opening her wider, his body now pinning hers completely to the bed.

And he began to move. Slow thrusts at first, giving them both the chance to bask in the connection. Then faster, harder.

All Ella could do was hold on. There was no escaping the tiny bolts of pleasure ricocheting through her body. Not that she wanted to. She wanted it to last forever.

But then she saw him grimace.

She gripped his shoulders, a black hole growing in the pit of her stomach. “What? What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

“Are you kidding? No.” He slowed his thrusts. “I’m trying to figure out how to not make this embarrassingly short. I can’t seem to find any control around you, Butterscotch.”

She felt like her smile would split her whole face. She loved every single thing about that statement. The thought that she could make him lose control?

“Then don’t worry about control. Let’s both just feel.”

That was all the permission he needed, evidently. With a growl, he wrapped both her legs around his hips and began to move in earnest, angling himself in a way that made her gasp.

It didn’t take long as pleasure washed over her, and her orgasm almost caught her off guard. Her head fell back as she called out his name.

Colton’s thrusts never stopped, as he hooked one arm under her leg and lifted it toward his shoulder. The position opened her more fully and left her almost helpless to whatever he wanted to do.

The pleasure gave her no respite, building up again, crashing over her as he found his own release with another sexy growl.

It took them long minutes to catch their breaths and get their hearts beating at some sort of normal rate again. She trailed herfingers up and down his back, relishing the feel of his collapsed weight on her and his face buried in her neck.

She could lie here forever.

But when he moved away, she knew she had to let him go, despite wanting to keep this connection between them. He got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom, leaving her wondering what she should do.

What was proper protocol? Did he expect her to get dressed and go? Was this it? Sex was done, and now Colton was done with her?

But a few seconds later, he came back out of the bathroom, washcloth in hand. She could hardly take her eyes from his naked body as he walked toward her.

“I just wanted to get us cleaned up.” She sighed as he sat down next to her and gently ran the washcloth between her legs. “And if you’ll give me an hour to nap, I’d like to show you that I’m capable of going longer than forty-five seconds.”

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