Page 35 of Entwined Hearts

He runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to push you,” he says, looking serious.

My brain goes from spinning in a cloud to a dead halt. “You’re not,” I say, hoping to regain the bliss cloud and avoid the reality he’s just flashed in front of me like a roadblock.

He eyes me, then gives my waist a little tug. It’s possessive and firm, with no way to misunderstand the intent. I step closer and look up, drinking in the desire in his eyes.

“Let me take you to bed,” he says.

I stop breathing as he tugs me tighter against him and kisses me again while his touch glides lower, his thumb caressing me in little swirls.

“You feel so good,” he moans, kissing me again. “I want to touch you, taste you,” he whispers in my ear as he plants soft licks down the side of my neck. Pinpricks erupt on my skin.

If I was warming up before, the presence of his stiff cock against my pulsing sex is making me feel like a rocket gearing up for takeoff.

“The truck,” I say, my voice a desperate whimper.

He breaks away, the steely desire in his gaze piercing me like daggers. He takes both of my hands in his and closes his eyes, leaning down until our foreheads touch.

We both take a breath, but it doesn’t feel like there’s enough air to fill my lungs. I need something else.Him.

“Come on,” he says, stepping back toward our camp. He squeezes my hand as we walk. Our eyes meet. He stops, tugging me over for a long kiss, his fingers sliding under my clothes to caress me.

We move on, but we don’t get very far before we’re kissing again in the middle of the road. “I could stand here all night like this,” he says, breaking away again. I try to control my galloping breaths, but it’s no use. I close my eyes and kiss him, my body humming like a live wire.

Finally, we make it to his truck. Our campsite is quiet, the fire down to the coals.

Colby unlatches the tailgate and lifts the hatch, revealing the dark cave inside his canopy. The entire back is a bed with a plywood base topped with a futon mattress complete with sheets and a thick comforter. Before I can think, Colby lifts me to the tailgate. He loosens my sandals, slides the straps over my heels until they drop into the dirt, then unzips my coat and tugs it off my shoulders. After he pulls off his jacket, he tucks both into the storage space beneath his bed. There’s an urgency to his motions, and I can feel my heart rate tick faster as I watch.

Then, he takes my face in his hands. He slowly plants a soft kiss on my lips. My body relaxes as his tongue swirls into my mouth, probing, teasing, sending my blood racing all over again. My thighs clench, pulling him closer. He keeps kissing me in that same sensual way that’s maddening because it does nothing to satisfy the craving burning like a furnace in my core. I reach under his shirt and glide my fingers up his muscular torso, taking my time. He sighs, closing his eyes as I caress over his firm pecs. In a flash, he pulls his shirt over his head, and I’m rewarded with the freedom to touch him everywhere.

I stroke up to his shoulders, then down his arms to his back. Everything’s warm and firm, making me nearly frantic to feel him against me. He must read my mind. In one motion, he moves forward, scooping me up as he does so, and lifts me back to his bed.

He taps the dirt off his feet with a towel, then crawls up beside me. Wrapping his arm around me, he tugs our bodies tighter. He pauses to brush the hair from the side of my face, acting as if I’m the most important thing in the world. Then he kisses me, his lips firm, his tongue lashing deep into my mouth. My wild pulse beats hard into my veins, thumping straight to where I’m starting to glow white-hot. Colby caresses down my side until he gets to the edge of my t-shirt. He strokes the curve of my waist, back and forth, so gently, his touch making me shiver. And then slowly, he swirls up, under my shirt, his fingertips feathering up and down my belly. My hands caress and explore his warm skin, his taut frame.

His fingers glide over the thin fabric of my bra. My nipples are already so hard my breath catches. Like I’m the beloved instrument and he’s a musician, he plays every string perfectly, caressing me, kneading my skin, sending tingles of pleasure outward like waves. My thighs clench tighter together. I’m tense, wanting—no,needing—more.

Colby tugs off my shirt and rolls me to my back, then kisses down, past the strap of my bra to the edge of the fabric. With a quick twist, he opens the front clasp. By the time he closes his mouth around me, I’m practically vibrating with need. His wet, soft lips tug and suck while his tongue swirls. My head feels tingly and light. It’s like someone stuffed it with charged particles that are zipping around, bouncing frantically in every direction. He strokes and tastes me until I’m gasping and gripping the sheets.

He kisses down, slowly, taking little licks with the tip of his tongue until he’s at the waistband of my pants. I release a shiver as he kisses along the edge, his lips nipping hungrily. Grabbing the sides, he tugs them, alternating until they slip over my thighs. After they’re free, he urges my legs apart and moves between them, bending low to kiss up my inner thigh. A shiver passes over my skin, making goose flesh erupt. He glances up with playful, dancing eyes. I can’t help but smile, though it makes me feel shy. I have to look away.

He continues kissing up to where I’m so hot and needy I’m practically begging him in my mind to peel off my panties and thrust inside me. So when I feel his tongue slide into the groove in my upper thigh, I practically arch off the bed. But it’s as if he knew this is the exact reaction he’d get, and presses me firmly down. He goes on licking into this sensitive spot, and it might be the sexiest thing anyone has ever done to me. But it’s also torture because I’m starting to think he has more in store for me. A thirst for him thunders through me, creating a painful, aching need.

Colby peels my panties aside. In one deft lick, he sends me through the roof. He strokes me with his fingers, then his mouth returns, touching everywhere. I hear his low groan over the sound of the tight breaths moving in and out of my lungs. He tugs my panties further aside and glides against me. Slow and firm. He spreads my thighs apart, pinning me open for him. I couldn’t move if I tried. Not that I would because the feeling of his lips and tongue lapping and sliding against me has me hooked. Everything is vibrating, pulsing, wanting. The pleasure rocks through me, making my core quiver and coil. I start to tense. It’s like the colors from my mind split off, then zoom away like tiny shards that crash against the walls.

“Colby,” I whimper. “I’m…” I say, but my words get lost because—oh my God—I’m not going to be able to stop. “Should we stop?”

He pulls away, a devilish gleam in his eye. “Why? Do you want me to?”

A shiver rattles through me though I’m practically blazing with heat—the small of my back feels damp with sweat. “I just…what about you?”

“What about me?” he asks, then lowers for one long stroke.

I tremble and try to squirm away, but he holds me fast. “Well, don’t you want to…”

He raises an eyebrow as he tugs my panties from my hips. “Patience, little one,” he says in a sultry, low voice. “You’ll get your turn,” he adds, kissing back up my thigh until I can feel his soft breath on my skin.

I ripple of desire shudders through me as he licks just the tip of me. It’s like a tease so powerful it hurts. “Colby,” I whimper.

He parts my folds with a swish of his thumbs. His wet tongue glides against my hot skin, caressing softly. Searching for something to hold on to, I find his thick hair. I can’t help it. I grip him hard as his mouth moves against me. My insides coil tighter. My shoulders press back into the bed, and I squeeze my eyes shut as a force of need consumes me. Every thought blasts from my mind as I give in to his touch. Faster and harder, he moves with me until I’m rocking with him, my hips arching to his mouth. I hang there for what feels like minutes between ecstasy and agony, desperate for release, my mouth wide open, and my hips completely untamed against his mouth. And then an avalanche of pleasure thunders into me. I’m gasping, crying out, my fingers gripping him so tight. I arch as my release expands, sending joy flooding through my body—hips, toes, the roots of my hair.

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