Page 48 of Colton First Responder (Coltons of Mustang Valley)

She had forced herself before to ignore any interest in him, or at least keep it deep inside.

No longer.

“Are you sure, Savannah?” Grayson’s voice was raspy, totally sexy in tone and it stoked her desire even more, even as she considered her answer to him.

“Yes,” she said with no hesitation.

Would this wind up being the last good memory she had of freedom before she was caught again?

Would it be the beginning

of something new and wonderful?

Or would it be a huge mistake? After all she had gone through, she still had no intention of getting involved in the long term with Grayson or any other man, no matter what the circumstances were now...or later.

But she needed this.

She needed him and what he could do for her at this moment.

And she would do all she could to reciprocate.

They were sitting on the bed now, on top of the sheets. As soon as she pulled his shirt off, he did the same with hers. At the same time she gazed at his muscular chest, she rejoiced in his hot stare on her breasts and wished she wasn’t wearing a bra.

That wish immediately came true as he reached around her, hugging her close but only for an instant as he unhooked her bra and drew it off.

She trembled in anticipation as he drew in his breath, looking at her as she felt her nipples grow taut—until he reached for her, bringing her close to him once more as he dipped his head to kiss and suckle those sensitive tips.

They weren’t the only part of her that reacted to him now, but she wanted to see him, feel him, before she bared the rest of herself. She reached toward his pants, intending to maneuver him as he sat facing her and pull his clothes down, but instead connected with his erection again. She rubbed at the fabric outside it with the heel of her palm, then grasped at it—as Grayson pulled back.

“Oh,” Savannah said.

But the delay was only for an instant as Grayson used it to pull down his dark slacks and the shorts beneath them.

His thick, enticing shaft was revealed, causing Savannah to reach for her own pants. She had help as she pulled them down and pushed them away.

“Grayson,” she gasped aloud as he began stroking her, moving from her breasts slowly downward as he again kissed her mouth.

His fingers were hot, probing, magnetic, exciting her even more—especially when he reached her hottest, most female area and explored it with his touch, his grasp. Those fingers were long and thick and utterly engaging, and when Savannah felt one, then two, inside her, she began to writhe, to beg internally for more.

For everything from him.

For that amazing erection of his inside her, pumping and—

Suddenly he pulled away again, farther this time, and she felt like crying—and demanding more at the same time.

Was that it? Would he be the one to regain sanity and call this off?

“What—” she began, and heard him give a short chuckle that was somehow also sexy.

“Hey,” he said softly, rolling over and reaching for his pants, which were now on the floor at the side of the bed. “I’m a first responder. I come prepared.”

In moments Savannah understood. He had pulled his wallet from a pocket and removed a condom from inside it.

Her turn to laugh. “I should have expected that from you.” This man anticipated everything.

Maybe.

Before he could unwrap the package, she pushed him back on the bed until he lay there, fully exposed. She bent over until she could take him, still unsheathed, into her mouth—and enjoy his heated groan. She continued playing him, but not for long.

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