Page 106 of Wicked Player
Chapter Thirty-Six
When we finally arrive at his place, I wrap my jacket tightly around myself as I step out of the car. I join him, and he takes my hand. He leads me inside, where I’ve been about half a dozen times now. Athos greets us, and I kneel to pet him, just the usual hello. He’s off the next second, leaving us be.
Colton kneels at my feet, and pulls the strap of my shoes and peels it off. He repeats the tender gesture with my other foot. And when he rises to meet my gaze again, I cup his chin and draw him to me.
His kiss is exactly what I need right now. I want to escape my body and all the pain it holds. I want pleasure. I want to forget. His kiss is as hungry as mine.
There’s an urgency in him as he peels off my jacket, and lets it fall to the floor. He wants to forget too.
We do away with his coat too, and his shoes. We meet again in a frenzied kiss. He wraps a hand around my ass, and hikes me up against him as he presses me against the door. I wrap my legs around him.
He pulls away. “One second,” he says, breathless. “I don’t want to do this here. I want to take you to my bed.”
I nod, and he drops me gently. I take his hand once again as he leads me up the spiral staircase to the second floor, to the master.
As soon as we reach his bed, he pulls me on top of him. His kiss is so powerful, it makes me forget everything. He tastes sweet, and smells so good. I just want to drown in him. Forever.
He unzips the back of my dress slowly, and flips me over on the bed. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. “Even when you’re in pain.”
I close my eyes as he kisses a line down my neck. “I want to help you forget everything,” he breathes. “ It’s just us two tonight. We don’t need to think about tomorrow.”
“Make me feel more than this,” I beg. “I just want you.”
He slides a hand under the hem of my dress, and it travels up to my ass. His touch is hot, electric. It makes me melt, and I get completely lost in it. I turn back to him, reach for his shirt, and painstakingly undo one button at a time, not fast enough.
Eager, he peels off his shirt and undershirt in one swift move, and he’s bare for me from the waist up. I revel in the smooth skin of his torso. I lick him and bite, getting completely lost in him.
He pulls my dress up over my shoulders, and I’m left in nothing but my black lace undies and bra. He toys with the hem of my panties. Pure adoration traces his features as he plays with me. “You are the most precious thing I’ve ever seen,” he says quietly. “I’ve thought so since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
I smile. “I almost fell over the first time I saw you,” I confess. “But I’m sure you get that a lot.”
His grin is playful as he slides a languid finger up to my breasts and teases again. I enjoy the slow dance, and I bask in his attention. He draws me in, back to the present, away from the past, and makes me forget.
I tease him too, toying with his fly, until he can’t take it any longer. I finally slide down his boxers, and he tells me he needs to get a condom.
“I don’t care,” I say.
He kisses my forehead. “You’re being impulsive. You’re not in your right mind.”
“I want you,” I plead with him. “It’s not a dangerous time.”
He bites his lip as his gaze travels along the length of my body. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I practically cry out.
“A hundred percent sure?” he asks again.
I pull him in closer and kiss him. We get lost in it, and when he finally tears himself away, I desperately want him back. But he has other plans. His mouth travels leisurely down my body, and when he reaches the hem of my lace panties, he slowly peels them off, over my rear, down my legs. “I’m going to make you forget.”
His hot mouth lands on my pussy, and I arch my back from the pleasure. This is exactly what I need. I get lost in it as he pleasures me, as he feasts on me and brings me to the edge. I cry out when I reach my orgasm, and for those few long seconds, the world is blissful, not so painful.
But when I come to, I realize it’s not enough. I need more. “I need you,” I moan. “I need you inside me.”
He slides back up my body. “Are you sure?” he asks me again, and I nod quietly. He buries his hands in my hair as he sinks into me, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be in this moment than in this bed, with this man.
* * *
Colton sets down a tray of snacks on the bed; slices of Swiss cheese, green grapes, prosciutto, and I realize I’m starving. I try the cheese, and it’s delicious. “I haven’t eaten anything in days,” I tell him. “Nothing but bananas.”
