Page 198 of Things Left Unsaid

At long last.

I sag into him the second his lips part and I let him take over me how I’ve always wanted him to. How I’ve needed him to. Forever.

This goes deeper than dominance and submission.

It’s my soul knowing I’m safe with him. My body. My being. Maybe one day, my heart too.

I cross my wrists around his neck to hold myself as close to him as possible. My breasts rub over the hairs on his chest, stimulating delicate nerve endings in a way that another man’s mouth wouldn’t have.

This is Colton.

My Colt.

I can feel myself melting, all my barriers lowering because he’s the only man I’ve ever truly wanted and he’s here. In my arms. Wanting me back. No constraints. Just us.

I can feelittoo.

His want. His need.

He’s a thick brand at my stomach. Hot and hard and pulsing with life.

I think back to the last time we were in a lake together—I asked for IVF and a divorce.

Nothing could be further from my mind.

He thrusts his tongue against mine, making me feel like a banquet. Exploring and tasting and nipping and stroking. His hands don’t roam. Just his lips and tongue and teeth and mouth. It’s the most intense kiss I’ve ever experienced, which is impressive because he already takes up my top three kissesever.This one makes me feel like it could last an eternity without either of us stopping for air.

I melt further into him. All soft lines to his hardness. Then finally, as he finishes dominating my mouth, his hands drop to the curve of my ass and he kneads one of my butt cheeks.

His knuckles dip deeper, rubbing the outer periphery of my folds, making me moan and jostle in his hold. I’m still sensitive from before and that single touch exposes how wet I am.

I part my legs—I have no choice.

I want nothing more than for him to touch me, and giving him full access is the smartest way to make that happen.

His knuckles move higher. Higher. Higher still.

“Eyes on me, Zee,” he demands when my lashes flutter shut.

God help me.

I open them and nearly swoon at the hunger raging in his.

For me.

Breathing stilted, I grow tense, waiting for that connection of bare skin on bare skin, and I cry out, mouth falling from his as I turn lax in his arms.

It’s so simple it’s crazy that I’m this sensitive, but I can’t explain it. Don’t want to. This is Colt—that’s the only explanation I need. I was born to melt for this man.

It was written into my DNA.

His nose rubs along mine before he presses kisses to my brows, temple, and forehead as he runs his knuckles over my clit.

My muscles jolt, limbs growing tense with the oddly impersonal touch. “Do it properly,” I moan.

“You want my fingers on this little pussy? Where do you want them? Tell me. I’ll put them right whereyouneed them.”

With a shudder, I whisper, “On my clit. I need you to rub my clit.”

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