Page 61 of Colton's Deadly Disguise (Coltons of Mustang Valley)

“Holden, I want to—”

“I know, babe, but we’re short on time here.” He pushed her back to her feet, lifted her top up and over her head, peeled her leggings off. She stood in front of him wearing a sports bra and lacy thong.

“I do have matching underwear, I swear.”

He chuckled but it was strained. Never had she been with a man who so clearly wanted her as much as she did him.

“Babe, I’m not interested in your bra-and-panty sets.” He squeezed her breast through the thin stretchy material, lowered his head and sucked on her nipple. As she cried out with need he lifted the bra up and off, then kissed and suckled each nipple, the feel of his tongue against her bare skin driving her close to the edge. And she still had her thong on.

“Holden, I—”

“Come here.” He grasped her thong and pushed it down, his fingers doing what she was certain was some secret move to her most private parts. As soon as she was naked, he sheathed himself then lay on the sofa. “Come here.”

His hands on her hips to guide her, she propped her hands on his shoulders and leaned over, her knees on either side of his pelvis. He moved his grasp to her buttocks and pulled her down atop his erection. The sudden heat and fullness sent her into preorgasmic miniquakes, her body shaking beyond her control.

“That’s it, babe, take it, take it.” He spoke as he gyrated underneath her, moving the way that made her gasp, sigh, and with a definite swirl of his pelvis, scream.

He didn’t wait for her climax to end before he began moving hard and fast inside her, forcing her to cling to him, holding on for what she thought an impossible second orgasm.

His

forehead was bathed in sweat and it turned her on more to know she’d made him feel like this. She’d helped drive him to this point, the same place she was. Where whatever it took, they were going to come together.

“Holden, I’m going to come again.” She couldn’t stop moving against him, meeting every thrust with a downward swing of her hips, the swell of her climax surging, threatening to take her down with Holden’s next move.

“That’s it. Babe!” He thrust up and shouted as she screamed. But the intensity of their mutual climax didn’t drag her down at all—it lifted her to the highest places imaginable.

Chapter 21

“We can’t stay like this all night.” Bella spoke against his chest as he moved his fingers through her hair, brushing it off her damp brow. They’d taken a full fifteen minutes to come back to Planet Earth and he’d reveled in every second of it.

And silently thanked MVPD for having the outside security down pat.

“We could, but it might get sticky.” He laughed and loved that she let out a little giggle, too.

“Ewww.” She rose to look at him and he’d never seen such a beautiful shade of green. “Now you sound like a guy and not—” She stopped.

“What?” He helped her off him and then stood next to her.

“Let’s finish this in the bathroom.”

“The guest shower.” He didn’t want her near her shower until they either caught the killer or were certain Becky had been the criminal all along. They padded, naked, down the hall. Holden took his gun with him, his only concession to the reality of their situation. His thoughts were on getting into the shower with Bella. Two minutes later they were under the cool spray.

“What were you going to say, when you said I sounded like a guy?” He was massaging her scalp as he washed her hair and the way she leaned her head completely back let him know that she trusted him. It was a sacred space and he didn’t take it lightly.

“You are bigger than life. It’d be easy to think that, that I’ll never meet someone like you again.”

His hands stilled and he turned her around.

“Babe, it’s not me, or you. It’s what we become together. Us.”

“But you don’t like reporters.”

“And I live two hours away.”

“We have different career goals.”

“We do.”

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