Page 16 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
"Our usual missions are dark, fucked-up, and dangerous. Not boring as all get-out surveillance crap. But if you meant, what's my usual thing …" Colt trails off at the same time he leans in close to me, palms sliding across the table. When he's close enough to touch my arms, he squats down and pulls his hands back, folding them on the table’s surface and propping his chin up. "My usual thing is beautiful girls with their long legs wrapped tight around me. My hard cock sinking into their perfect, wet pussy as they moan my name."
His voice is low and husky, sending goose bumps along my heated flesh. When he rises to his feet, snatches a shirt from Weston's bag and slings it over his shoulder, my eyes follow him like they're glued.
"I'll be upstairs if you need me," Colt says with a shrug of his muscular shoulders and a quick glance back at me. He even winks.
If that's not the most blatant booty call I've ever seen in my life …
I tip back the rest of my coffee and swallow the disgusting grainy mix with a grimace. Even with hazelnut creamer and loads of sugar, it's foul. Next, I stand up and tell myself I am not going anywhere near this Colt guy's bedroom.
And yet my feet make their way over to the stairs and up without my conscious consent. I have poor impulse control; everything I crave, I take. Colt's cocky attitude resonates with me because it reminds me of myself. That, and at this point, I'll do anything to forget last night. Sex is good at that, wiping clear old memories. Good sex is even better, and I’m pretty confident Colt knows what he’s doing in that department.
At the top of the stairs, I pause. I have no way of knowing which one is Colt’s room. Maybe that’s a sign that I should scurry my panty-less ass back downstairs and make another horrible coffee.
But I don’t.
Moving down the hall, I start testing doors, peeping inside as I look for the sandy-haired secret agent/priest pretender. I only get past three of them before he's stepping out of the next one down and grabbing my wrist. He pulls me into the room and slams the door, pushing my back up against it and penning me in with his big hands.
"I seriously did not expect you to come up here," he whispers, his face close to mine. and I swallow hard. My eyes close, and I breathe in the sweaty, musky male scent hanging in the air. When I flick them open, he's looking right at me.
"Then you don't know me very well," I inform him in a husky, sexy whisper. He grins.
"I don't know you at all—just the way I like it." Colt leans in and presses a hard, hot kiss to my lips, sending ripples of pleasure rolling through my body like a storm. His tongue swirls expertly in my mouth, just the right amount of pressure as it tangles with my own. Before I even realize what he’s doing, he’s slipping my robes down my shoulders. "God, I hate that coffee," he groans after a moment, and I balk, slapping him in the shoulder like I actually know the guy. He has one of those dangerous personalities that tricks everyone he meets into thinking they know and like him.
"You suck," I murmur, wrapping my arms around his muscular neck and tilting my head back so he can deepen the kiss. He puts his big hands on my hips and turns me, sending us stumbling over to the narrow single bed with my robes all tangled around my waist.
We land with him on top, crushing me into the small, shitty mattress and making me moan like a wanton hussy as his cloth-covered erection rubs against my naked pussy.
"You taste so damn good," he whispers as my fingers fist in his hair. Colt reaches down and unbuttons his jeans, freeing his shaft and rubbing it between my folds. "Shit, condom," he mutters, taking one out of his pocket—seriously bad sign when a guy carries them around in his pockets—sitting up slightly and tearing the package open with a curse.
Groaning, I arch my hips against him and he slips in slightly—just the tip but holy hell, it feels good. Good enough that I’m tempted to tell him to hell with the condom, but fear of pregnancy and STDs stills my mouth.
"Hurry up," I breathe as he pulls away from me, more colorful curses spilling past his lips as he unrolls the condom down the length of his shaft and then repositions himself on top of me.
"You ready for this, babe?" he growls as I buck my hips up and encourage him to thrust me into me. With a groan, Colt pumps his hips and fills me completely, bringing tears to my eyes.
