Page 71 of Chasing the Wild
I move my palms to hover over his bare torso and pause. I’ve seen him half naked like this before, when he’s forgotten his shirt and wandered around in the gray light of morning. Yet, this moment somehow seems like I’m overstepping by finally putting my hands on him.
Why is my mouth so dry? I hastily work down a swallow. My eyes bounce everywhere. From his sculpted shoulders, to his chest, down to the muscled outlines ridging his stomach. He’s so fucking hot I can’t even breathe.
“Can I touch you?” It comes out as a throaty whisper. God, I want to climb all over him. But I’m nervous as all hell.
The solid, powerful figure in front of me is a man, and I’ve clearly only ever wasted my time with boys.
Colt rests his palms up against the wall on either side of my head. Caging me in with his strength and warm scent. “You can have whatever you want, sweetheart.”
His words glide over me like silk. Drawing me into him, like we’re magnets, unable to remain apart. My fingers find every groove and dip and defined line, tracing over Colt’s warm skin with a fever running through my veins.
I’m pretty sure I whimper because he’s here and not running from this—us. And Colt’s body is absolutely worth worshiping.
Holy shit.
“Fuck.” His voice is husky as my fingers glide closer to the muscled v leading to his waistband. We’re both breathing heavily, looking down at the path I’m tracing. One that leads right to the bulge where his cock stands hard and insistent against his fly.
I nibble my bottom lip. Fully aware that we’re right at the brink of no return. The moment when my stupid moral compass decides to make itself known. “How does this work? We shouldn’t … we shouldn’t be doing this?”
Colt’s stomach caves a little under the brush of my fingernails, following the dusting of dark hair leading below his pants.
“I’m a selfish asshole. Don’t you think I know… that I shouldn’t be anywhere near you right now?” He lets one hand drop and runs the length of my arm with the rough touch I’m ready to plead for more of. Immediately. “But I’m going insane with the need to have you, angel. So you tell me what you want. I’ll take whatever fucking crumbs you’re willing to throw on the floor.”
My heart thunders in my ears as he reaches for my unbuttoned pants.
“The storm—the roads.” I falter.
Colt’s fingers hook below the loose waistband, tugging them down to expose the lace edging of my panties. “It’ll be at least two weeks before they reopen,” he murmurs.
My mind is spinning with pleasure and need and poor decisions. That means at least a couple more weeks stuck up here all alone with Colt and no way anyone can get in, or out.
“So we’ve got two weeks?” I drag my teeth over my bottom lip. My eyes flit up to meet his and the racing sensation in my chest intensifies.
His pupils are fully blown, and the sizzling lust in the air between our bodies is matched by the crackling in the giant fireplace. Neither of us needs to say it out loud, but we both know. We both understand what that means.
The clock is ticking until Kayce returns, and whatever this forbidden thing is between us has to end. It has to, because I can’t stay here, and he won’t risk further ruining his relationship with his son.
“Two weeks.” Colt’s jaw flexes.
“Two weeks.”
I nod slowly in return. Repeating his words.
Hazel eyes slide down my body. Leaving a burning trail in their wake, roaming hot and hungry across the softness of my aching breasts and swell of my stomach.
I take in a shuddering breath.
He leans closer, hovering his lips over mine while circling the front of my neck with one strong hand. “I expect you in my bed every night.” His fingers squeeze lightly over my throat, and my eyelashes flutter. “If that’s all I get, I won’t settle for anything less than having all of you.”
A needy, whimpering noise rises up my throat beneath his firm hold.
This man has me quivering with desire under the possessiveness of his grip and his desire.
“That had better be a yes, Layla.” Another squeeze punctuates his words.
I wet my lips and nod. “Yes.”
That one small word seems to be the final straw for Colt. He hauls my body against his in a way that I don’t think I’ll ever get over, lifting me so effortlessly and carrying us both across to the lounge.
