Page 62 of Chasing the Wild
“God, you’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” Colt’s intense stare at the spot where I’m working myself smolders like the embers of that bonfire still burning outside. His praise glows hot and carnal straight through me and sets a fire in my veins.
Another whimper escapes me, every thick inch of him feels tempting and sinful beneath his jeans.
“Slide your fingers inside from the top, baby. Don’t show me or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.” He growls and my stomach caves as the vibrations roll through my body. I do as he says, slipping beneath the waistband and dipping my finger through the slickness to make contact with my clit.
“Jesus. You’re fucking soaking wet, aren’t you?” He sounds almost angry, as I nod and my breath hitches as I finally make contact with the aching, swollen bud.
“That’s it. Rub that spot in nice slow circles for me.”
My mouth hangs open as pleasure rapidly gathers momentum and my pulse thunders in my ears.
“You like that middle finger?”
“Mmmfuck. Yes. God. I’m so close already.” I whine. My hips are rolling and my fingers pinch my nipple and all I can focus on is the hunger written all over Colt’s face. Every tiny, desperate movement beneath my panties is in response to this man’s attention as I work myself and the crest of the wave draws nearer.
“Fuck.Fffuuuck. That’s it. Just like that, eyes on me while you give it to me like a good fucking girl.”
His rough words and coaxing do me in. I fall apart with a moan as my orgasm curls up from my toes and sweeps me away.
“Fuck. Baby. I’m gonna come.”
Beneath my pussy, I feel his hips jerk. His cock pulses where he’s pressed tightly against me as his own release takes hold. Colt’s eyes squeeze shut, lips curling into a grimace of pleasure, and we’re both breathing hard, mouths only inches away from each other in the darkness.
Holy shit. I’ve never felt anything that intense before, and this man didn’t even touch me.
We both sit there, allowing our hearts to stop galloping, and the headiness of the moment drapes over me like the softest blanket. All I want to do is burrow into his chest and beg for him to take me to his bed. The need to have his strong arms wrapped around me is almost overwhelming as I fumble my way back into my body.
I don’t want this moment to end, but it has to.
That was all this was ever going to be.
A brief moment when we could suspend reality and indulge in something we both know can’t happen.
I let the hem of my shirt fall and pull my hand from my underwear, feeling the wetness of my cum drag up against my overheated skin.
Even though this was our midnight bargain, I’m desperate for more of his rough kisses. To have him steal my breath and kidnap me to that illicit place where all I want to do is submit and worship and be filled by him. My eyes bounce between his lips, his strong brow, his molten eyes. I see the moment that hazel gaze drops to my mouth, before he takes a deep inhale through his nose.
His self-restraint wins out, and my stupid heart squeezes with longing.
“Layla.” There’s a heaviness and weariness to his tone. “You’re a goddamn dream, and I don’t ever want to wake up, but you’re gonna have to do what you did for me last night. You’re gonna have to, because I’m not a good man and I just don’t trust myself right now.”
I nod. Slowly. Shakily. Still foggy and high after my orgasm. “Ok,” I whisper, and ease back off him. Biting on the inside of my cheek.
My legs are unsteady as all hell, but I bend down to scoop up the long-forgotten blanket and bundle it against my chest, taking one last look at the man I’m torn in two by.
There’s an ocean of desire staring back at me as our eyes lock, but I can’t push this any further. It has already gone too far and there’s every chance Colt already hates himself for letting this temptation lure him in, even if he didn’t do anything more than watch me.
I’m the first to drop my gaze. Taking his hat off, I place it over his knee before ducking my head.
Once again, I’m the one to walk away, because he asked me to, because I want to please this man against all my better judgment and hope that things could be somehow different between us.
As I crawl into my bed with a tightness in my throat, my pulse thrums in my neck when I hear his heavy footfall follow not long behind me. For a tortuous second, I swear his footsteps pause right outside my door, before disappearing, fading away in the direction of the lounge.
Resuming his guard over me while I sleep, as I lie burrowed beneath the sheets covered in my own arousal, with a burning in my chest for wanting a man that I simply cannot have.
Chapter 18
I’m so fucked.
