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to believe this wasn’t just an isolated in-the-moment occasion. The way he held me and touched me felt like it was the start of something. Something new.

Something great.

“You’re thinking awfully hard,” he mumbles, adjusting his arms and pulling me even closer. My ass comes in contact with his already hard cock, and I can feel myself getting wet with anticipation.

“I was just noticing it’s warm in here, even though the fire’s almost out,” I tell him, completely avoiding the “other” thoughts in my head.

“The power came back on about three, which is good because I let the fire burn too low. I was too nice and warm here with you,” he tells me, nuzzling my neck and rocking his hips.

A noise croaks from my dry throat, sort of a hum and sort of a moan. Colton seems to take my sound as a positive and runs his lips along the back of my neck as his hand slips up my shirt and splays against my stomach.

“I have an idea,” he whispers, licking and kissing my skin and basically sending me into a hyper-aware sexual frenzy.

Pushing back gently and grinding my ass against his erection, I say, “I can’t wait to hear it.”

He grunts, gripping my hip and holding me tightly against him. “Breakfast. Shower. Get Milo.” His words are clipped, edgy as he continues to hold me perfectly still, as if having me pressed to him is causing him pain.

Not the bad kind of pain, mind you.

Oh, no. The good kind.

Ignoring his silent pleas, I wrap my palm around the hand he’s gripping my hip with and press back with my ass. He moans in my ear, nipping at the lobe, and sending me orbiting into a frenzy of desire and need. Lifting my leg, I sling it back and over his outer thigh. He takes his hand and mine with it, and slips them under the waistband of my pants. Big thick fingers slide against my clit, teasing until I’m practically riding his hand.

“Colt,” I moan, “I need you. Please.” I recognize the fact that I’m begging.

“I’ve got you, Holls,” he grunts, my heart skipping a beat at the sound of the nickname. With deft fingers, he discards my pants, and rips my panties tossing them to the side.“No. Inside me. Now.”

He stops the assault with his fingers, which is both heaven and hell. I need more. More Colton. He’s able to turn slightly and grab the open box of condoms on the coffee table. One handed, he pulls one out and rips the package with his teeth. He has to pull his other hand out from under my neck so he can sheath himself, but the moment the protection is secure, Colton slides his arm back underneath me.

“Come here,” he whispers, hitching my leg over his thigh. He presses against my entrance from behind, lining our bodies up as best he can. Then he pushes forward. That delicious tightness and subtle burn sweep through my blood as a sigh slips through my parted lips. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks when he’s completely buried inside me from behind.

“God, yes. That.”

Colton slowly eases out before thrusting forward, filling me completely. As his pelvis starts to move, his hand comes around and rubs my clit. Sparks of need ignite through my blood as he drives me closer to release. His lips are everywhere: my neck, my shoulder, my ear. His cock moves easily within me, guiding me, step-by-step, to the orgasm he’s promising.

“I want to feel you come, Hollis. Come on my cock,” he demands, as if he has complete control of my release. I detonate, blinding white light filling my vision as I cry out his name.

Colton grunts and presses his mouth to my shoulder. He shudders before flexing his hips and stilling, filling the protection with his release. “Christ,” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my neck.

“Mmhmm.” I can’t seem to form words.

He gently eases out of me, my body missing him already, and holds me against his chest. “I have an idea. Why don’t you go take a shower and get ready for the day while I make us some breakfast?”

My heart cries a little with happiness. Mostly because I wasn’t quite sure where this would really go afterward, but breakfast is good, right? I mean, I know we talked about moving forward last night—err, early this morning—but I know a lot can be said in the heat of the moment. Maybe he didn’t really mean