Page 40 of Break Me Like a Promise (Oak Valley)

“Condom?” she panted, legs and arms still wrapped around him.

He smirked and laid gentle kisses along her collarbone, stoking the fire he’d ignited.

“Of course.”

Ruby playfully pulled his head back by his hair, making sure his eyes were locked on here’s. “Then what are you waiting for? I need you to fuck me, Colton Taylor.”

He wasted no time diving his mouth to hers and setting her feet back on the ground, hands pulling her shirt and sports bra over her head and peeling the yoga pants around her ankles until she was left standing in her black lacy thong. She couldn’t help the unsexy bra, but at least she thought ahead on the underwear.

And the shaving.

She returned the favor, removing his shirt but allowing her hands and eyes to travel the contours of his defined body, the corded muscles beneath golden skin. Her breath shook, torn between wanting to free the god in his pants and wanting to admire the one standing before her.

Colton stood back, a familiar look in his eyes. The one he’d given her when they first made love all those years ago, and every time since. Like he had the world before him and knew it.

“Hey, baby girl.” It came out as a whisper. Colton placed a hand on either side of her hips, leaning into her and giving her a languid kiss. “We have all the time in the world. But I need to worship you. It’s been far too long, Ruby.”

His brown eyes held hers, and she wanted to drown in their depths. In the truth she saw in them, in the way he held her name between his teeth.

Ruby was overcome with overwhelming trust in and love for the man before her.

She didn’t have time to think about how she should tell him about staying in Oak Valley because Colton went straight to work fulfilling his need.

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Colton couldn’t believe his luck.

He was running his hands along the hips of an alabaster goddess with a head and heart of fire.

Hisgoddess.

He kissed his way down the soft plane of her belly, listening to her moans for guidance. Her body was fuller, more lush, made of curves that fit his hands perfectly. Like they were made for him. But he still knew this path. He knew every inch of smooth skin, what every mewl and sigh meant, the way her body moved in time with his.

She was his, and always had been.

His tongue carved paths along her long legs, fingers caressing the lacy band of her underwear over her body until they fell at her feet, until her precious center was bared to him. He breathed in her scent, relishing the way she pushed his head even deeper into her, and he teased with a lick. Her knees buckled, and he chuckled into her core, relishing the way her fingers pulled his hair.

“Shut up and get to work.”

Her voice was husky but had the desired effect, Colton’s cock twitching at the need to be enveloped in her warmth. He’d missed the commanding way she wanted to be loved, how she took charge of her pleasure.

He drank her nectar, her moans and gasps becoming a soundtrack to his movements. He teased her folds with his fingers, playfully inserting just the tips before using his tongue to swirl around her clit. Ruby hooked a leg around his shoulder, her heel pushing his arm. He knew she was aching for more, but he didn’t want to give in just yet.

Colton flipped her other leg over his shoulder, until she was straddling his face and he could bury himself in her. He may not be able to play football anymore, but he could certainly throw his girl around in the bedroom. Or the school bus. He slammed three fingers into her center, her hips bucking against his tongue as he lapped the heaven before him.

Her panting became more frantic, her legs tensing and shaking against his neck. He strengthened his motions, quickened them, needing to feel her release against him. Needing to drink her, let her inside him, become one with her.

As much as she was his, he wanted to be hers.

When the river came, the cliffs of her legs breaking against him, it was greater than his greatest dream. It was both a memory and a premonition, a gift he knew he not only had to work to have, but one to keep.

He drank her slowly, hands rubbing against her skin as she came down from the high, his hard cock insistent it be somewhere warm.

“I need you inside me,” she gasped, hands grasping at him, clawing at him to stop kneeling.

Colton unhooked her legs and kissed his way up her body. He took his time, giving little bites and licks as he went, savoring the sheen of sweat on her skin, honeysuckle mixed with salt. His hands caressed her full thighs, her hips, her soft belly, her full chest. His mouth captured a perfect rosebud nipple, the other hand relishing the weight of her other breast, the hard peak of her arousal.

“Colton, please.”

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