Page 75 of Colton’s Inferno

She wrapped the towel around her body. The fabric fell to the middle of her thigh, covering her enough. She gripped the front of the towel with one hand and opened the bathroom door.

Aiden still stood by the window. Sunlight streamed in, bouncing off the wooden floor and surrounding him in golden light. He turned to look at her. His gaze traveled up and down her body before stopping on her face. It was impossible to miss the craving in his gaze.

With his eyes still on her, she felt beautiful and desirable and worth loving.

“Hey,” he said. “Everything okay?”

“I just forgot my clothes.”

He gave her that smile, the one with the dimples. “Of course.”

Her heart started pounding against her chest. She wanted to touch Aiden. To taste him. To have him touch and taste her as well. The memory of his hands on her arms, her shoulders, her breasts, her thighs, came to Lucy with a clarity that stole her breath. She swallowed. “I better,” she said, nodding toward the bedroom. “You know, get dressed.”

“Yeah,” he said. “I guess you should.”

Lucy crossed the room, not bothering to look at Aiden. At the door to the bedroom, she glanced over her shoulder. He was watching her. His gaze left gooseflesh on her skin. Lucy might not understand what Aiden saw in her. But she knew what she wanted from him.

Meeting his eyes, she let the towel drop to the floor. “You can come with me, if you want.”

Aiden didn’t need another invitation. Lucy’s perfect body said it all. He crossed the room in four long strides and wrapped his arms around her waist. He pulled her to him. Pressing his lips to hers, he kissed Lucy hard.

She sighed, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

It was funny to think that they’d had amazing sex already, but because the power was out, he’d never seen her naked. “You are more beautiful than I imagined. Perfect,” he said, breathing the words into her mouth.

“Oh, Aiden,” she said, sliding a leg up his side.

He gripped her thigh, holding her to him. His dick lengthened. Aiden kissed her hard, savoring the feel of her with his tongue. Wrapping both of her legs around his waist, he grabbed her ass.

He pressed Lucy into the wall and pulled down his shorts, just enough to get free. Kissing her again, he entered her in one stroke. She was hot and wet. His balls got tight, and the back of his neck tingled.

He couldn’t come, not yet.

He moved his hips, pumping into Lucy. He kissed her cheek, her neck, her chest. She tilted her head back, opening herself to him, and he took one nipple into his mouth. She mewed with pleasure and ran her fingers through his hair, pressing him to her.

He didn’t know how much longer he could hold back his orgasm. But he had to take care of her first. He reached between their bodies. The top of her sex was already swollen. He rubbed in a circle. Her legs tightened around his middle, and she sank her teeth into his shoulder.

He didn’t mind the pain. “You like that,” he asked, whispering the words into her ear.

“Yes.” Her breath was hot on his shoulder. “Yes. Yes. Yes!”

She tightened around him, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. Instincts took over. He drove inside of Lucy harder and faster. She clung to him and mewed with every pump of his hips. It was the stuff of erotic dreams. He came and stars exploded behind his eyes.

Aiden ran his nose over Lucy’s neck, taking in the scent of her. Soap from the shower. Apples from her shampoo. Musk from their sex. The scent of freshly mowed hay, that clung to her even though she wasn’t on the ranch.

The smell was intoxicating.

He hadn’t come to her, looking for intimacy, since she’d been staying with him. He didn’t want her to feel as if she needed to trade sex for hospitality.

But now, what did this mean for them? Were they involved? Friends with benefits?

It was crazy to think, but after just a few days, he wanted more than just a few nights of passion.

Aiden searched for the right words to let her know how he felt. To tell her that he was interested in a real relationship. But something hot and wet started to slide down his legs. “Crap,” he said. “I didn’t wear a condom.”

Lucy did not want to get pregnant. She could not afford a child, in time or money. Thankfully, she’d been taking birth control pills for years.

“I’m sorry.” Aiden adjusted his shorts. “I got carried away.”