Colt (Devil's Nightmare MC #10) - Lena Bourne Page 0,39
only time a guy says that is when he’s hiding a woman he doesn’t want me to know about at home.”
He actually has the gall to chuckle. “No woman. Except you.”
Fuck me, but hearing that from him makes my chest go all warm and fuzzy for a second.
“What does that even mean?” I don’t know if I’m asking him or myself.
“I’m on a job here and I can’t get away to see you right now,” he says. “But I want to.”
“Oh, well, that makes it so much better,” I snap, even though it actually does. “The kid at reception says the room isn’t paid for. And I only have enough of my own money left for a one-way ticket to Vegas.”
“That little shit is lying,” Colt says. “I paid for a whole week.”
“You thought I’d stay here with you for a week?” I ask, and it’s possibly not the most on-point thing to ask about, but it touched me.
“I hoped,” he says, his voice kinda trailing off into the vast distance separating us. “But you’re free to go wherever you want.”
What the hell is up with this guy? When we’re together, or talking like we are now, our connection is palpable, so doubtlessly real it might as well be a physical thing I can touch. But when he’s gone, all that is just a dream, less than a dream, a wisp of smoke I’m not even sure I saw.
“But if you stay and wait for me, I’ll make it worth your time,” he says, chuckling again. It’s a quieter, defeated sort of chuckle though.
I’ve said yes to so many things that turned bad in my life. Things that almost cost me my life.
What would I be saying yes to now?
Something you’ve never had. A tiny, faint voice that speaks from near my heart is saying.
“I’ll wait,” I whisper.
“Yeah?” he says. “I don’t know how long I’ll be.”
Is he trying to say I made a bad choice? His voice is excited like a kid’s though, so that can’t be it.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
“All right, good, cool,” he says, smiling so wide, I can hear it. “So, whatcha wearing?”
I laugh this time, a tinkling, sweet sound that surprises me because I’ve never heard it come out of my mouth before.
“You sure you want to know?” I ask teasingly. “Being so far away and unable to come here?”
“Yeah, I really want to know,” he says hoarsely.
“Nothing at all,” I reply, and it’s not even a lie.
“Wow,” he exhales more than says. “What I’d do to you if I was there.”
“What? Tell me,” I say with one foot already in that dream-like reality only he can transport me to. So why not let him? It’s better than any reality I can remember living.
“I’d kiss you first, of course, because your lips are sweeter than cherries,” he says, making my lips actually tingle.
“Then I’d kiss your neck, right where you like it, on the spot right over your heartbeat. You moan like a kitten when I do that.” I don’t think any guy I’ve been with has ever been this attentive to what I like. Sure, some of them made me feel very good, but there’s always been a disconnect, never the kind of connection I feel with this guy even now, through the phone. If this isn’t real, then I don’t want real. I want this.
“And your hands? What are they doing?” I ask breathlessly.
“Touching you perfect, milky skin,” he says like my question was the dumbest.
“Your neck tastes good, but your nipples are better. Are they hard now?” he asks breathlessly.
I pinch the right one, moaning as I sigh out a, “Yes.”
“And your pussy, is it wet?” he asks.
I shiver as bring my fingers across my clit. “For you, always.”
He chuckles in a very satisfied way. “Then I’d glide my hand down your belly and rub your pussy to make it even wetter. I’d slide my finger in while rubbing your clit in slow circles until your moaning and writhing told me you were ready for more.”
“I’m ready for more,” I sigh, as I rub myself in tune with his words.
“Then I’d slide my cock in, slowly, making you feel every inch,” he says.
“Yes, please,” I say, doing it with my fingers, and it’s almost the same as the real thing.
“I’d take you slow at first, playing with your nipples and kiss you deep while sliding my cock in and out of your soft, wet pussy.”