Page 52 of Saddled in Secrets
“Two years ago.” A muscle twitches in his stubbled cheek, almost revealing a dimple. “I was there.”
“Clearly,” I mutter. “But that’s not the point. You haven’t been with a woman since then?”
“It’s been much longer.”
“Before you first saw me.” The guess is more of a statement based on every other outrageous thing he’s admitted.
His head bobs to cement my assumption. Damn, I’m tempted. Call me delulu, and I’ll admit to stanning for slightly unhinged behavior. This man is proving to be somewhat of a morally gray marvel.
“What if I change my mind?”
Colton’s hand stills on his shaft. “I’ll make sure you won’t. Once you’re mine, my every breath will be dedicated to making you happy.”
He sounds so positive that we’ll just ride off into the sunset without a care in the world. Meanwhile, I’m still concerned about fitting his monster cock into my very average-sized vagina. Just thinking about taking his whole length riles me up, shooting warmth into my lower belly. My breathing picks up and I’m atrisk of spontaneously climaxing. I spotted a bottle of lube in the nightstand drawer. My lips curl at the reminder. It might be tight, but we’ll fit.
Challenge accepted, big guy.
But this is wild, even for me. I’m not ready to dive in head over heels. I’ve never had a serious boyfriend. Any man that’s showed interest quickly proved to have shallow and selfish intentions. It tarnished my faith in happily ever after. If it weren’t for growing up around my parents and their blissful marriage, I might’ve written off the concept much sooner.
As if reading my hesitation, Colton releases the chokehold on his dick. “I’ll take good care of you, Princess.”
My gaze is still latched on the pierced prize jutting up like a beacon. “Mhmm, I can see that.”
“You can trust me with your heart.” The sincerity in his voice lifts my gaze.
I get caught in the emotion swirling in his expression. He wants me to leap. The devotion in his stare promises to catch me.
The mood calms when he relaxes his stance, taking away the strain between us too. I’m guarded and jaded, but Colton is determined to break through my walls.
Words are glue in my throat. “Can I think about it?”
“Of course.” He shrugs like my delay doesn’t hurt, but trying to shove his rock-solid erection back into his pants definitely will.
“Don’t,” I rasp.
His fingers pause as he studies me. That allows me to keep ogling his cock. A rumble that sounds like pure male satisfaction rises off his chest.
“Tell me what you need to give this a chance.”
I shiver at his soft command. “A test ride might do the trick.”
“No.” Colton resumes the painful process of stealing his dick from view.
“Can I at least watch you take care of that?” My open palm rises toward his swollen tip that’s steadily leaking for me.
“No,” he repeats.
“But you said—”
“It’s yours,” he confirms. “Which is true. My dick has belonged to you since that first glance, but that doesn’t mean I’ll fuck you.”
I pop out my bottom lip. “What does it mean?”
“We’re gonna do this when you’re ready.”
My lashes bat at him as if his iron will can be so easily swayed. “I don’t get to touch you until then?”
“Not without the magic words.”
