Page 48 of Chasing the Wild
He doesn’t care about receiving attention from a woman in a bar, because there’s someone else hedoeswant it from.
“Kayce is my son.” His voice is a strangled whisper.
There’s a wild fluttering in my throat where my pulse should be. Every inch of skin beneath my sweater and my jeans feels electrified.
“I’m supposed to do right by him.” He pauses, and his eyes drop to my mouth. “I’m trying my fucking best to do right by him.”
“You are.” My throat is so damn tight, and I feel the way his eyes bore into me. Warmth seeps low in my belly and my clit throbs.
“Then tell me why every night is a battle, Layla. Tell me why I have to damn near lock my own door.”
“Why would you—”
His gritty noise cuts me off. “Because I’m in so much trouble when it comes to you. Tell me why the fuck I’m spending every night talking myself out of visiting the bedroom just down the hall of the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, just to see how she tastes.”
My breathing is heavy and shallow as my chest heaves. Those shots from earlier are still making themselves known in my veins. “Is that my lips, or somewhere else, cowboy?”
Colt lets out a groan mixed with a growl, and my breathy words are hardly out of me before his hand dives into my hair.
“Fuck it.”
His mouth crashes against mine.
Oh, my god…
My pulse races up the back of my throat as he sinks into me, consuming my mouth, with his tongue swirling heat right through my body. He’s so overpowering, as his hand slips into my curls and the other fists the waistband of my jeans to hold me steady. Warmth pools low at the junction of my thighs. It’s all I can do to moan as I’m kissing him back before I even have a chance to realize I’ve made the conscious decision to do so.
Holy fuck.
Colt tastes like the crisp night air and glow of the fire rolled into one. I can’t breathe as he holds me against him, and everything feels so fucking good. His body is so solid and powerful pressing against me.
I want more. Ineedmore.
My body is so damn hungry for his, I want his mouth on me. To taste me everywhere like he threatened to. I want him to own me and keep me in his bed, and I don’t want to resurface, ever.
“Fuck. Layla. I can’t stop this. I can’t fucking fight it,” he says the words against my mouth, like it’s paining him, before slipping his tongue past the seam of my lips again. The stubble of his beard drags across my skin, and I can feel the slickness of my pussy soaking my panties.
“Tell me to stop.” He kisses and nibbles my bottom lip, and I whimper with each gentle tug.
“Please don’t.” I cling to his strong forearms. Letting out a tiny gasp when his grip on my hair tightens against my scalp.
The hand he’s been using to hold me by my hip now slides to the front of my jeans. I moan into his mouth with a pleading noise as he pops the button on my fly. Keeping my bottom lip tugged between his teeth, he yanks the material open. My spine bows under the force, and my core clenches in anticipation.
Colt spins me around so that my back is against his torso, and his hot mouth sucks down on the sensitive spot right behind my ear.
“Oh, god.” I’m moaning at how good it is to finally have his lips and hands and body on me. All I can do is arch my neck to give him more access, and he works the zipper of my fly down. The metallic noise sends a flurry of goosebumps across my skin, and my nipples are hardened points rubbing against the lace of my bra beneath my sweater.
He runs his teeth across the curve of my shoulder, licking and sucking, and biting a dizzying path. The rigid length of his erection rubs up against me through his jeans. The feel of him is too much, too spellbinding, and nowhere near fucking enough all at the same time.
“Jesus. Fuck.” His hand shoves down the front of my jeans, and his fingers graze the spot just over my clit, pressing against me through the drenched, silky material of my panties.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Colt sounds angry. His mouth is hot at my ear, and he starts to rub me over the soaked fabric. My breath falters while he keeps massaging my pussy, and sucks my earlobe into his mouth.
His other hand is hungry, sliding up inside my sweater, blazing a trail across each inch of my bare skin he touches for the first time before grabbing a handful of my aching breast. Kneading and squeezing and pinching my tightly furled nipple.
“Please. Don’t stop.” I’m begging and whimpering as he teases me, feeling like I’m going to explode. The ache is unbearable, and my hips start chasing his touch in search of relief.
I’m so high on this man right now, I just want everything and I want it immediately.
