Page 29 of Winters Heat

“You like that?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, doing great things for his ego.

“I’ve wanted you naked and underneath me since we squared off.”

“Pretty sure,” her eyes danced, “that’s why I tried to kick you in the balls.”

“So it’s like that, huh?” He closed down on her nipple, giving her more tooth than tongue.

Her fiery purr escaped on a breath, and he wanted her lips around his dick worse than he could have imagined. He traced a path up her arms, letting his fingers crawl across her creamy skin.

He’d take everything he could, anything she would offer, and relish it. This would all go away too soon. The tightness in his chest, the attraction to his opposite, it would disappear when they arrived home. He needed to make the most of it, and get her out of his system. Out of his head.

Winters grabbed hold of her wrists, pinning them above her head. She resisted and met him with a kiss that short-circuited his head. Her hips thrust toward his, then she bit his lip.Hell yeah.Not the reaction he expected. It was so much better.

“Give me my hands back, Colby.” She screwed her legs tight on his thighs. Her hair splayed out on the bed, wild in every direction.

“Not a chance, doll.”

“That’s not fair.”

“Mia, honey, if you find yourself in a fair fight, you didn’t plan your mission correctly.” He wanted her to tear at his grip, to come apart while he held her in place. He wanted to see her, from head to toe, rocked in a cataclysmic orgasm.

His legs held their ground, and he undid the top button of her pants. As if he hit the slow-mo button, he dropped Mia’s zipper one stilted frame at a time. The pleasurable torment made his cock strain for its release.

He wedged his fingers past the tight opening in her pants, between her legs, and smiled in satisfaction when he found the damp underside of her lace panties. Her zipper bit at his wrist, but it didn’t matter.

She rubbed her sex against him and struggled to shift her pants down.

“That’s my job. These will come off when I say you’re ready.”

Moaning exasperation betrayed her. “Colby, now.”

He moved to her side, and she kept her legs open, rocking her against his touch. Winters immobilized her. One hand above her head. The other pressed against her mound.

He pushed the damp lace aside. One finger, then another, slid across her. If he thought he’d know how smooth and silky, wet and wanting she’d be, he was wrong. Stroking her was so far past pleasurable.

Her pants shifted over her hip bone. A small tattoo caught his eye. A symbol. Artful and delicate.

“You have a tattoo.”

“Hm-hmm.”

“What’s it mean?”

“Survivor.”

“Didn’t expect that.”

“It seems like you haven’t expected me at all.”

So true. His fingers dipped into her, then withdrew. A small shudder coursed through her body. He encircled her sensitized bud of nerves, so slick with her juices.

Mia struggled to lean up, straining against the wrist hold.She wants to see?

And like she read his mind, she said, “I want to watch you.”

He was wrong if he thought he couldn’t get any harder, and he’d never been so close to losing it before.

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