Page 42 of Colton Family Bodyguard (Coltons of Mustang Valley)

He had submerged himself in work, traveling all over the world, never taking a break to be with family or friends. What a lonely existence. And the burden he had carried with him must have been suffocating at times. Hazel couldn’t believe he hadn’t told anyone about the baby. Well, maybe she could. He hadn’t been able to talk about them.

Until now. With her.

Hazel became aware of his hands on her hips. At some point during their exchange he’d placed them there. Her body pressed against his. Her gaze melded with his, seeing into him without barriers. He’d opened himself to her and their connection blossomed.

“Why me?” she asked, her voice low with rising desire.

“I wish I knew.” He lowered his head and kissed her. His lips touched hers, featherlight, brushing over them and then taking her mouth for an intimate mating.

After he had poured out his heart to her, Hazel felt secure in giving herself to him. Everything.

Chapter 7

Hazel looked up at Callum when he broke from another impassioned kiss. His eyes burned with lust, fueled by the significance of what he had confided, as though freed. She reveled in the deep meaning in his next kiss, and was glad she had put Evie to bed. She had the night with Callum. With his arms around her back, she looped hers over his shoulders.

He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to his room, kissing all the way to the bed.

Hazel had to fight for a few seconds of clarity before this continued.

“Callum, I’m not on the Pill.”

He rose above her, looking intently into her eyes. She didn’t want him to stop but they had to behave like adults.

“I don’t have anything, either. I have something at home but I didn’t bring it.”

Neither one of them had thought they’d end up in the same bed, especially this soon. She did some quick calculations.

“I just had my period. We should be safe.”

She spent a long moment wavering between temptation and logic. He had to be thinking the same thing. What if she got pregnant? How would she feel about that? Was this worth the risk?

Her heart charged forward with an affirmative while her brain cautioned to slow this down. Lying here like this, with him hovering over her and her hands on his hard chest and the vision of his face, so manly and full of desire, temptation hummed into a roar. She could feel his member against her. Kissing had made her hot; this wasn’t lessening the effect.

“Are you sure?”

He wasn’t asking if she was sure about the timing. He asked if she was sure if she wanted to take this risk.

“Are you?”

He lowered his mouth to hers for a soft kiss. “I asked you first.”

“I’m sure.” Especially now that he had resumed kissing her.

“Me, too.” He kissed her harder, lowering his body onto hers and sending lightning bolts of sensation through her.

She sank her fingers into his thick hair and moaned. In response to that sound, he moved against her, teasing, hinting at what would come.

Sliding her hands down to his T-shirt, she lifted the hem. He moved back and removed the shirt the rest of the way, sending it sailing to the floor while his eyes devoured the sight of her. The blue sundress dipped modestly low in the front, but there was enough cleavage to show off.

He lifted the dress up and she sat up as he pulled it over her head and dropped it on top of his shirt. His eyes took their fill of her naked breasts before he came down and sampled one in his mouth, flicking the nipple while his hand ran over the other breast.

Eager to see him, she tugged at his jeans’ button. He withdrew and helped her, having to get up to take them off. Convenient that they were both already barefoot. She kicked off her underwear and waited for him to climb back on top of her. She was traditional that way. She loved the feel of a man’s weight on her before he entered. While that was her favorite position, it most certainly wasn’t the only one she enjoyed.

Callum crawled over her and slowly lowered his body onto hers. A delicious shiver coursed through her. He kissed her softly for endless moments before kneeing her legs apart. She was ready to give herself to him, more ready than she had been for any man in a long time.

He guided himself to her and slowly pushed into her, filling her deliciously. The initial friction against her sensitive spot drove her to near orgasm.

“Wait. Wait,” she rasped.

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