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Good.
There’s a pause, his fingers dig into the soft, fleshy part of my hips, while he turns things over in his mind for a long moment. “The first day I saw you, I didn’t want to leave the gas station…I could see your hard nipples poking through your bra the whole time we were talking… I’ve never eaten a sardine in my life.”
I can’t help but choke out a laugh, hitting his shoulder with my palm. He looks mighty pleased with himself, a small twist tugging at the corner of his lips as he attempts to maintain a straight face.
“You couldnotsee my nipples. Oh my god. So that is obviously the lie.”
“Is it?” He holds my eyes, kneading my flesh and sliding his hands lower down to cup my ass.
“So, you’ve never eaten a sardine. That tracks, and I can’t say I blame you. They’re disgusting.” My tongue pokes out as I scrunch up my face.
That makes his lips twitch for a second, then his voice comes out all sexy and deep, and I know as soon as he opens his mouth, that if I wasn’t already completely gone for this man, he’s guaranteed that I am now.
“I honestly didn’t want to leave that day, you know. Nearly turned around and came straight back a couple of minutes later. I even pulled off the road at one point.” Colt admits.
“Why didn’t you?”
“Look at you, baby. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. What was I going to do? Selfishly roll back into that gas station and fuck your entire life up—like I’m currently doing, might I add.”
God, I hate that he thinks that. “You’re not. I’m a big girl. I can make my own decisions.”
He clears his throat. “The only thing that stopped me was the thought that if I chose to put the truck back in drive, to keep on heading up here to the ranch, was that I would be thinking of someone else for a change. It wasn’t just me being a selfish old bastard. If I did that, maybe there might be something good that came out of it.”
“And then I turned up on your front porch.” I can’t help but nibble on my bottom lip as a smile creeps across my face.
“Like a fucking vision.”
Chapter 27
“So… I was something good, then?” My fingers thread into Colt’s wet hair. I’m practically grinding all over his abs, horny as hell and wanting my cowboy about a thousand times more than I ever thought possible.
Even though we only have a matter of days left.
Hours that are rapidly counting down.
Which is why every minute we have left together feels heightened in importance, like we need to be connected somehow. If I only have a handful of opportunities left to soak up everything this man can give, I’m going to greedily steal that gift with grabby hands.
“Goodisn’t even the word, angel. I’ll have to come back to you when I find one adequate enough.”
“Well, in that case, take me inside, cowboy.” I tug his hair so that we’re eye to eye. Steam rises and coats our damp skin, swirling around us, building and weaving with the heat from the pool we’re soaking in. “Unless you’ve got plans to show me what you’d like to do out here? More games under the stars?” Wetting my lips, his proximity and solid form leave my heart thudding rapidly.
God, I’m going to miss having this man pressed up against me, naked. There are a lot of things I’m going to miss, and I’m not prepared to face that eventuality yet, so for now, I’llpretendandignoreandforgetwhile being wrapped up in this man for another stolen moment beneath this darkened wintery sky.
Colt presses his mouth to mine, sliding our tongues together in a hypnotic connection. The kind that makes my skin feel like it’s buzzing and coming alive all at once. His hands are hungry as they knead my flesh and press me against his hard length jutting between us.
As I moan and writhe and sink deeper into his mouth, I feel him play with my ass in the way that we both know will have me panting for him almost immediately. His strong fingers hold me open, and he strokes below the water with firm presses and teasing touches. The way he caresses me in that spot feels different, but safe with him.
Before long, I’m pushing against his fingers and moaning into his mouth as he strokes around the nerve endings. Colt swipes beneath me, gathering up the slippery arousal waiting there, then drags his hand back up to rub circles, applying a subtle pressure. It’s just enough to breach my tight hole with his fingertip.
I see stars.
Humming against my lips, his voice is gritty and sinfully attractive. It’s the kind of rumbly, commanding sound I’m going to be hearing in my ear forever more when I have to make do with recreating private fantasies about this man while all alone.
“You want my cock? You want me to fill this perfect ass with cum, too?”
Well, fuck. Yes. Yes, I want that. I want it with him, and it feels so right for it to be here and tonight, because there’s no guarantee of anything beyond this additional slice of time we’ve stolen away up here.
“Please, Colt.” Lapping at his mouth and being more demanding with my kisses, I try to convey exactly how ready I am for this. “I want it all.”
