Page 26 of Untamed

“Colter,” I whisper, my voice barely audible over the loud beating of my heart.

His tongue darts out, running across his full bottom lip. My eyes track the movement as if my life depends on it. I want to make the first move, to eliminate the distance between us and kiss him again. But the fear of rejection holds me back.

“What’re you doing here, Mila?” he repeats, his jaw ticking. “They’re all up at the main house and could come back at any moment. You know what’ll happen if your father finds out.”

“I just…” I trail off, the words hard to get past the lump in my throat. “I wanted to see you. Alone.”

He groans, his eyes squeezing shut as if hearing those words physically hurts him. “This is wrong, Sunshine. I need this job,” he mutters, his voice gruff.

Those words tighten my chest, but despite the seriousness of this moment, I can’t help the butterflies taking flight in my stomach. “I’m sorry.” I whisper, hating how pathetic I sound, but it’s all I have.

His eyes snap open, and it’s in that instant I see it. Resolve. He confirms my observations when the band snaps and his head dips, his lips crashing down on mine. A breathless whimper escapes me, my legs buckling underneath me at the contact.

Fucking finally. Finally.Finally. This is what I’ve wanted, no—what I’veneeded.

It’s selfish of me, I know that. But I can’t stop. Don’t want to stop. I crave Colter, and in this kiss, I can feel it. He wants me too.

Parting my lips, he pushes his tongue inside and it moves with urgency, tangling with mine in a rhythm that has my heart racing. The feel of him against me, the taste of him, sends a rush of warmth through my body, landing in my stomach and tightening with need. Moisture gathers in my panties, and my legs give out. Before I can fall, Colter’s strong hands catch me around the waist. He breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look at me.

My gaze falls to his swollen, wet lips when his mouth opens.

“Okay?” His voice is a mix of concern and desire.

“Yes,” I breathe, the word coming out in a desperate whimper.

A wicked smirk curls at the corner of his lips, as he lifts me effortlessly, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. His hands grip me tightly, his body pinning me to the wall, sendinga heady rush to my head. Before I can inhale a breath, his lips are back on mine, devouring me, claiming me—changing me forever.

Desperate for more, I grind my pussy against him, my hips moving on instinct, rubbing against his hard six pack, seeking the friction I desperately need.

Colter seems to understand exactly what I need before I have the chance to process it. He angles his hips, moving and grinding his cock against me in a teasing, torturously slow rhythm, with such precision that it sends waves of pure liquid lust through my veins. I want him inside me. I need him to be my first. I want… I want… Fuck I don’t know what I want, I’m so out of my mind with pleasure. But I am sure of one thing. I never want this to stop.

Colter kisses me hard, unforgiving. It’s so intimate, so consuming, that even without him inside me, I feel like he’s claiming every part of me. Moisture coats my thighs, the need for him growing unbearable. I rock against him, my movements quickening as I chase the orgasm building inside me. I’m sure Colter never anticipated this happening when I walked in here—hell, I didn’t either. But now that we’re here, I won’t leave until I get what I want. I won’t stop until I feel that release I so desperately need.

Colter groans against my mouth, the sound guttural and sending a shiver down my spine. My breath hitches when I feel his finger brush my clit over my leggings. He moves with purpose, rubbing me hard and fast, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes me. He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine, with a quiet brooding intensity that holds me captive. My mouth parts, the weight of his stare enough to push me over the edge. My climax slams into me, crashing through me with a force so powerful, my whole body shakes as I cry out his name.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his eyes darkening with undiluted lust.

I want to commit that look into memory, hold onto it forever.

Because in this moment, his guard is down, and like an open book, I can see everything written all over his handsome face. Want, need, lust, hunger, awe. And it’s all for me.

My eyes flutter closed with the weight of what just happened. Before I can stop myself, I slump against him, my head landing in the crook of his neck as I burrow into his warmth.

“Colter,” I murmur, my voice unsure. I’m not sure if I am saying his name in a plea for forgiveness or a prayer.

Without saying a word, he spins, his movements fast as he carries me to the couch and gently places me down. I blink, my eyes flickering open. Immediately I wish I hadn’t. The look on his face makes my stomach twist with nausea. Because gone are all the emotions I want to see there, and they’ve now been replaced with something I hate. Guilt. Shame. And is that…disgust?

“Fuck,” he mutters, running a hand through his dark hair.

I flinch, wanting to retreat into myself. Or cry…

But then my eyes trail down his body, widening when they land on the outline of his hard cock, pressing against the leg of his sweatpants. If it weren’t for that clear indication, I would’ve been out of here, crying, running from the humiliation of his look.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice strained as I force my gaze back to his eyes.

He laughs, but it’s a bitter, humorless sound. “What’s wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong, Mila?”

I recoil at the harsh tone of his voice, the sting of his words smacking me in the face.

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