Page 4 of Big Tex

Still holding my hand, his big thumb gently caressing my skin, still eye-fucking me, Colt adds, “good, I wouldn’t want to arm anyone.”

I raise a challenging eyebrow.

“Being a miss doesn’t mean I’m unaccompanied.”

“Are you accompanied?” He asks, straightforward.

I shake my head, feeling a bit sheepish, and a lot foolish to be flirting with such a perfect specimen of manly beauty.

“Good. May I buy you a drink?”

I shake my head in an attempt to break his spell. Trying to pull my hand out of his. “No, I think I’m going to call it a night. Thank you, though.”

“It doesn’t have to be a drink down here,” Colt drawls.

And my eyes, of their own accord, slide from his mesmerizing chocolate gaze to the full, sculpted mouth I’d give anything to taste in this moment.

Probably feeling my resolve titter, Colt takes a step closer, effectively erasing any distance between our bodies. His heat, his smell, the way he’s towering over me, all of it engulfs me, and I hear myself let out a small whimper.

The sound seems to trigger something in Colt and his eyes flash with a fierce blaze.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Bar none. I want you. Don’t ask me why or how. I know you feel it too.”

His other hand raises from his side and hooks around my waist, pulling my body flush into his.

Cold leans into me, lowering his mighty height till he can mutter into my ear, “I need to see what’s underneath this dress. Need to touch you, taste you, feel you…”

He nips and licks my sensitive earlobe while he speaks. And by the time he’s done, I’m nothing but a puddle of goo for him to do with as he wishes. I can only nod my consent, both my brain and mouth unable to produce speech.

Colt shakes his head slowly, and the movement all at once fascinates and scares me. Did he change his mind? That would be just my luck. Meet the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on, get propositioned by him, then run him off in a matter of seconds.Fuck my life.

“I… did you change your mind?”

“Fuck, no,” he growls. “But you need to say the words, darlin’. Do you want me to remove this dress from your fucking sexy body? Will you let me get my big, dirty cowboy hands all over your gorgeous skin? My tongue… everywhere?”

With each word, the pulsing at my core intensifies and quickens. This man is about to make me come with the pure power of his silver tongue. Fucking southerner.

I take a deep inhale, firming my resolve.

“Yes, I want that. All of it.”

The rascal grin intensifies.

“Then let’s go, sweetheart. There’s an awful lot I wanna do to you, and there are only so many hours left in the night.”

My heart squeezes painfully at his words. Right, Vegas, random girl in a tight dress who lets a hot guy take her to a hotel room. One-night-stand, got it.

I know my expression must betray my shocked realization because Colt’s gaze turns worried, but before he gets a chance to ask about my mood change, I plaster on a big, bold smile and pull on his hand, turning to make my way to the set of elevators.

You only live once. And this fine piece of male ass is a once in a lifetime occurrence.Mama didn’t raise no fool. So I lead, and he follows.

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When we make it to the elevators, the cabin is half-filled with hotel guests on their way back to their rooms to change before they get back to partying, and a few who appear to be ready for bed.

Colt stands behind me against the mirrored wall, one hand loosely wrapped around my waist. The side of his face resting against mine, the long, strong fingers of his other hand playingwith my hair, my slim gold chain, my neckline. His full lips brushing my skin. Words of praise whispered just for me, escaping his lips, making my nipples hard, my pussy throb and weep with want, my clit pulsate with need.

I feel his long, thick erection nestled between the twin globes of my ass. And I can’t help my hips from swirling a bit, in a barely there motion, searching for some semblance of friction, relief.

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