Page 54 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

“I need you to know,” he says as his hands come around to my back, finding the hook of my bra, “tonight, I am going to fucking worship you. You can stop me anytime—I’ll fuckin’ howl about it, but I’ll stop—but if you don’t…fucking hell, Magnolia, I am going to make you come until you’re begging for a break.”

My breath hitches when he unhooks my bra, pulling it away, then his eyes are on me, his hands…

“Oh goodness,” I breathe as he tosses my bra aside to cup my breasts in his hands, his thumbs grazing my nipples. “Oh…”

“You keep making those noises for me, sugar,” he growls.

Then he ducks his head to suck a nipple into his mouth.

My breath catches in my throat as a jolt of pleasure shoots through me. My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as my back arches off the blanket. His tongue flicks over the hardened tip before he turns his attention to the other, lavishing it with the same attention. I’m gasping for air, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it’s trying to escape my chest. I’ve never felt this way before—this raw, this exposed.

"Colt," I whimper, squirming under his touch.

"Hmm?" He hums against my skin, entirely distracted. He’s still touching me, and it makes it hard to talk, even to think.

“I want…” I trail off, gasping.

“What do you want, sugar?”

“I want you…I want to see you…”

His eyes flutter up to meet mine, dark and hooded under his heavy lashes. A slow, wicked smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he slowly releases me from his mouth. He sits back on his heels, looking at me with an intensity that makes my heart pound in my chest.

"You want to see me, huh?" His voice is low and gravelly. He reaches down to pull his own shirt over his head, revealing a broad, muscular chest that makes my breath hitch in my throat. His skin is slightly tanned, and covered in tattoos that curl over each rippling muscle. I reach out to touch him, and before I can stop myself, I lean forward and lick up his pec.

He grunts in surprise, a low rumble deep in his chest. "Bold move, sugar," he chuckles, his voice breathy as I explore his body. His skin is warm under my tongue, slightly salty from sweat. The muscles on his chest and abs contract under my touch, and I can't help but to trace the lines of his tattoos with my fingers.

His eyes close for a moment, a soft groan escaping from between his lips. With a swift motion, he grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth, sucking in two of my fingers.

"Oh god," I mutter under my breath, the sensation sending heat pooling low in my belly. His eyes remain locked onto mine while he licks and nibbles at my fingers, making sure to leave no inch untouched.

“Magnolia,” he murmurs, releasing my fingers with a wet pop. His gaze is intense, smoldering. “You're not the only one excited here.”

His hands move down to undo his belt, fast and urgent—as urgent as I feel to have him, now. I can't tear my gaze away as he removes his jeans, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. The outline of his arousal is clear against the dark fabric, and my breath hitches at the sight.

He catches me staring and chuckles lowly, a wicked grin on his face. “You like what you see?” he asks, and I nod mutely, my cheeks heating up. He seems to enjoy my reaction—he always does—and reaches out to pull me towards him.

"Let's get you out of these," he murmurs, fingers fumbling with the button on my jeans.

I take a deep breath and nod, giving him the go ahead. He smirks before popping open the button and slowly dragging down the zipper. “Lie back, beautiful,” he commands—and I obey, because something about him has me hanging on his every word. Once I’m on my back, he tugs my jeans down, taking my panties with them.

And he stops…just looks at me.

"God, Magnolia," he breathes out, eyes wide with undisguised admiration. "You're so damn beautiful."

My face flushes at the compliment, and I bite my lip, unsure of how to react. I've never been this exposed before, laid bare for another person's gaze. It should feel strange, maybe even uncomfortable—but with him, it feels right. Colt takes in every inch of me, his gaze lingering on my bare body like a physical touch. His eyes are dark and heated, filled with a desire that sends heat coursing through me.

"I could look at you all day," he murmurs, reaching out to trace the curve of my hip with his fingers.

I let out a soft gasp, squirming under his touch. It's too light—more of a tease than anything else—and it leaves me aching for more. But when I try to pull him closer, he just shakes his head and chuckles.

“Easy,” he murmurs, his voice soothing. His hand skates over my hip bone, across my thigh…inward. “We’ve got all night.”

That wicked hand keeps moving, traveling upward. When he finally touches me where I want him most, a gasp tears from my throat. He grins at the sound, his fingers exploring me slowly and reverently.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. “Is this all for me?”

I can only nod in response, my breath hitching as he circles his thumb around my clit. “Colt—” I hiss.

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