Page 75 of Ride Me Reckless
Her skin was warm where I kissed her, right beneath her ear.
She gasped softly. “Colt.”
“Keep workin’,” I murmured, voice low.
She started to turn, but I placed a hand gently on her hip. “Don’t stop.”
I reached around her and unbuttoned her jeans, the fabric giving way easily beneath my fingers. Her breath caught when I slipped my hand beneath the waistband, sliding under her panties until I reached her most sensitive spot.
As I touched her, I could feel the tension leave her body, replaced by something softer—something needier. She leaned forward slightly, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as I pleasured her, slow and steady.
Her groan hit me like a jolt.
“God,” she breathed. “Now that I’m pregnant, everything’s more sensitive. I wasn’t expecting…”
I didn’t let her finish. I dropped to my knees just long enough to pull her jeans the rest of the way off. Then I stood, kissed her ass cheek, and boosted her onto the counter.
She reached for me, breathless, pulling me closer.
But I wasn’t done re-discovering her.
I slipped her blouse over her head, letting my hands explore the soft curve of her waist and the new fullness of her breasts beneath her bra.
“You okay?” I asked, thumb tracing the edge of the fabric.
She nodded quickly. “Better than okay. I just…”
“You want to see if the sensitivity thing applies here, too?” I teased gently, already assuming the answer.
I unclasped her bra with a knowing smile, slid the straps down her arms, and let it fall.
Then I took my time.
With my tongue and my fingers, I pleasured every new inch of her. Every soft gasp. Every sharp breath told me she was already close.
Her skin was like silk beneath my touch, and I reveled in the way her body responded to each gentle caress and teasing flick of my tongue. Her back arched, her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on. Her moans were symphonies of need, echoing in the intimate space we shared.
I traced patterns down her stomach, feeling the tremors that rippled through her as I explored further. Her thighs quivered under my touch, parting willingly as I coaxed every ounce of desire to the surface. Her intoxicating and sweet scent filled the air, mingling with the heat of our shared breaths.
By the time she came apart beneath me, head thrown back, hand fisting in my shirt, I was the one breathless. The sight of her unraveling, the raw vulnerability, and the uninhibited passion was a vision I wanted to capture forever.
And I still hadn’t had nearly enough. Each moment promised more to come, each touch a vow to enjoy every inch of her until we were both lost in the depths of our desire.
Her breathing was ragged as I trailed kisses back up her neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as if she feared I might vanish. “You good?” I murmured, brushing a sweat-damp strand from her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin glowing like heated bronze, eyes half-lidded with desire—and something softer, deeper.
She nodded, lips parting. “I want more,” she whispered, voice thick with need.
“Yeah?” My own voice came out husky, as if I hadn’t spoken in hours.“You sure?—”
She silenced me with a feather-light kiss. “Don’t ask. Just take me.”
That was invitation enough. One arm slid under her thighs, the other cradled her back, and I carefully lifted her from the countertop. She laughed, breathless and bright, her fingertips tracing my collarbone. “Colt,” she said, pressing a hand to my chest. “Your back?—”
“My back is fine.” I carried her down the hallway in a few effortless strides. “I’d carry you across the world.”
Her smile sent a jolt through me—this was more than lust. More than reuniting when she returned to Lovelace. It was the ache I’d carried since the moment she’d walked away so many years ago.
In the bedroom, I laid her gently on the new quilt. Soft afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden haze over every curve of her body. She looked like my angel, as though she belonged to a dream I’d almost forgotten how to imagine. Real or not, I wanted her more desperately than the air I breathed.
