Page 86 of Fierce-Colson

Then she hit the wall in the hallway outside his door.

His hands gripping her head, holding her there, almost forewarning her what was to come.

Yet giving her a chance to not take that final step.

His mouth, it covered hers in a hunger she’d never experienced with another man.

Like he’d been waiting years for this moment rather than weeks.

That he wasn’t the only one who had put it off and now knew that the freedom was within his grasp.

Her hands gripped the soft cotton of his T-shirt, lifting it up and over his head.

Their kiss had to break for that one second, and it was enough for her eyes to latch onto what was just exposed.

“Oh damn,” she breathed, her gaze moving over his chest, the defined squares of his pecs more than she’d seen in person before.

And his abs. Hello, six-pack.

Right down to that secret V pointing toward what more was to come.

This time she reached for his face. She held him tight. She kissed him as if she might lose what they’d just started if she let go.

Then he moved against the wall, a few steps to the side, into the open doorway blindly. Because her eyes were closed knowing he’d guide her to both of their pleasure.

She was turning, not in a full circle but halfway, at the same time her shirt was now being lifted and tossed aside, her bra undone and pulled off while she felt herself falling backwards and hitting the mattress.

He came down on top of her. His mouth landed hard on her lips, just a brief touch though, then more as it moved down her body to settle on an exposed nipple.

His thumb flicked across the other. She moaned. She arched into him.

She almost wanted to cry out as the touch was more erotic than ever before.

“They feel painfully hard,” he murmured, his mouth not letting up on the one he was making a feast of.

His tongue was swirling around, his lips were kissing her lightly, softly, then his teeth came out to play and gave her a tug.

She felt it all the way in her core, yanking down between her legs.

“Oh God,” she cried out and lifted against him harder.

“We aren’t even close to you shouting for him to save you,” he said, his thumb pinching her nipple now.

If her eyes weren’t closed, they’d be crossing.

They might have even done it behind her lids.

She wasn’t sure of anything right now.

Nothing more than her body was on fire and the guy controlling the flame was determined to launch her higher before he put her out.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, nudging him down as best as she could.

Anything for him to get the hint of what she wanted.

What she needed. He laughed at her. Literally laughed as if it were a joke.

She felt the vibrations against her breast. “Have some patience, counselor.”