Page 59 of Colton's Secret Weapon
Followed by a third. Did he want her to be?
Oh, God help him, he did.
He was about to explode, and she wasn’t even doing anything. Well, she had her hand…there. With his on top of it.
Knowing that embarrassing himself was imminent, he gave an involuntary push against himself, adding pressure to her hand on him, but managed to hold on long enough for the immediate moment to pass. And breathed a sigh of relief with the victory. Never in his life had he lost control without his own consent.
All that was left was to extricate himself. Preferably without waking her up.
Unless…very softly he whispered, “You awake?”
The clasp of her fingers around him, a very definite sign of consciousness was his response. And made his exit not so clear-cut.
Most particularly when, of its own accord, his body pressed itself into her palm as a reaction to her hold on it.
Rolling to his back, Mitchell turned his head, meeting her wide-open gaze in the darkness. Pinpricks of light to pinpricks of light.
He thought her head started to move toward him. Knew his head started to move toward her. He was going to kiss her. Just fact.
And when he did, other facts hit home as well.
The woman kissed like a temptress.
And there was no option but to accept that they were going to have sex.
Dove had been dreaming. There’d been clouds. Pleasure.
How her hand had slid from Mitchell’s back to his hard-on beneath the waistband of his silky pajama pants, she had no idea. Didn’t figure it mattered. His hand over hers, holding her there, was all the impetus she needed to hold on. And to open her lips to his when he turned to her.
Nature had her way of directing her course.
Dove’s choice was to follow it.
His pathway was an intoxicating surprise. Precise, as purposeful as he was. But so much more. He took his time to explore her mouth, allowing her to get to know his. Lips soft and gentle, and then more demanding, he took her more deeply into him, somehow, than she’d known a mere kiss could do.
So much so that her hand left his lower region as she had to plant both palms on his cheeks, to be there completely with him.
And when his pelvis pushed against hers, lighting a fire within her that would singe her without him, that was right, too.
She didn’t speak. Didn’t need words from him.
They’d have been superfluous. Interrupting the communication that mattered.
With her eyes wide open, she drew her palms up his sides as he sat up to remove the shirt that had ridden up on him during the night. And then, lying half on top of him as he rested back against his pillow, she watched as she let her hands get to know every inch of his chest. His shoulders. His stomach.
And squealed when he suddenly rose up and over, lowering her to her back after stripping off her half shirt. Her breasts tight, nipples hard, she lay there a willing and eager captive, delighting in the almost reverent look in his eyes as he cupped and caressed, teasing her nipples with his fingers and then his tongue. Before his mouth suckled in the age-old ways of time.
Just as she was losing herself to that pleasure, liquid seared through her, pooling in her crotch, and as though he’d known the second it happened, he slid on top of her, straight legs tostraight legs, teasing her as he moved himself up and down in the crevice between her thighs.
Holding her knees together, she let her clothed thighs caress his hardness, reaching higher and higher as, with each pass, he pressed at the nub of her.
And when she was going to fly off without him, she rolled them to their sides. He reached for her pajama bottoms, got his own bottoms off and, kissing her, showed her another layer of hunger as he taunted and played with her, allowing her to explore him more completely than she’d ever known a man’s body.
More than she’d ever before had a curiosity to know one. But, in those moments, couldn’t know enough.
And then, somehow timing her need perfectly, he was just there, half on top of her, and she spread her legs wide open, inviting him in.
His initial entry after condom duty was slow, as though he was taking his time to say hello, to know her, in particular, before he danced with her.
