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Colt
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EM REACHES FOR THE door handle and pulls it open. Sliding into the passenger with a smile she arches an eyebrow, and I chuckle. She made the right choice.
I lean in, unable to stop myself, and press a quick hard kiss to her mouth.
Fuck.
I should have kissed her the first time she asked. I was a fool for waiting so long.
I close the door and run around to the driver’s side, more than eager to get home as fast as possible.
Em chuckles when I climb in and put the car in drive. Slamming my foot on the gas, I take off toward home.
“In a hurry?”
I glare at her and she only laughs more.
It takes about two minutes to get home, and I’m out of the car before I’ve even switched off the ignition. Ignoring Em’s amused laugh, I rush around to her side and drag her out of the car.
Sliding my fingers into her hair, I push back against the car and brush my lips across hers so softly they barely touch. Em tilts her face up, lips parted and tries to close the distance, but I pull back. Her eyebrows furrow and she frown.
I cup her cheek and bite my lip.
So fucking nervous.
“Em...”
“Colt,” she whispers, clutching my shirt and pressing her body against mine.
I want her. Need her. I’m desperate. She’s everything I’ve always had, but didn’t know I was missing.
My hand trembles on her skin and my stomach twists itself into knots. “Em, I...” I can’t do it. I can’t form the words I need to say. She smiles and nods encouragingly. “I’d really like to dick you now.”
“I’d really like that too.” Her tongue darts out and licks my bottom lip.
I growl, sliding my hands down to her hips and lifting her. She wraps her legs around my waist, and kisses and bites the sensitive skin where my neck meets my shoulder as I carry her into the building and up to our apartment.
I lower her to her feet and it’s on. Fumbling with the keys as her hands pull my shirt up, I manage to get them in the lock and push Em through the door before I take her against the wall in the hall.
We’re frantic, rushing and stumbling over our feet as we tear each other’s clothes off. I reach for her as she reaches for me. Our mouths collide, and we’re all teeth and tongues and hands. Pushing her back against the door, I drag my mouth down her body, kissing and sucking her skin, pausing long enough to take each nipple in my mouth, making her arch her back and moan, before continuing on my journey.
Dropping to my knees, I part her legs and grin up at her. Her eyes darken and go wide as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and grips my hair in her hands. I devour her with my mouth and explore her with my fingers. Touching and tasting, stroking her with my tongue. Sliding, swirling, and probing until her body quakes, spasming as she cries out pulling on my hair. Her legs tremble and she comes undone.
Kissing my way back up her body, her fingers dance across my shoulders, and chest, over my abs and hips. Em cups my cheek with her hand and leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, she smiles.
I grab her waist and lift her with every intention of taking her to bed, but when she wraps her legs around my waist and my erection presses against her, I lose what little control have left.
She shifts her hips and tightens her legs around me, encouraging me, tempting me, teasing me.
“Stop,” I say, pushing her hips back a fraction.
Her eyes dart between mine, confused. “What’s wrong?” she whispers. Her voice soft and trembling slightly.
“I need to say something.”
Now before I become a douche and blurt it out at the wrong time.
I lean in and trace her jaw with my nose. Bringing my lips to her ear, I take a deep breath. “I love you.”
She gasps, her hands grip my shoulders a little tighter, nails digging into my skin.
“Always have.” I continue. “From the first time we kissed on April twenty-seven.”
I pull back and Em’s eyes flash. “April twenty-seven?”
With a grin, I nod.
“Your tattoo. The mystery date is April twenty-seven. You commemorated our first kiss?”
“I commemorated all our firsts.” I release her, sliding her down my body with a groan and turning to the side to show her the new dates I had added while we weren’t speaking.
Her fingers trace over the ink as she recites the dates, laughing and rolling her eyes when she realizes they’re sex related. “All our firsts.” I remind her.
“I love it,” she says, reaching up for my face and pulling me down to kiss her. “And I love you. Now dick me.”
I throw my head back in laughter, but do as I’m told. Sweeping her into my arms and carrying her to the bed, where I bury myself in her, so deep I can’t come up for air even if I wanted to.
***
“HI,” EM TWISTS HER head and smiles a sleepy, half smile. Her back is pressed to my chest, her bare ass rubs against my crotch as she stretches. Even with her hair a mess, her makeup smudged, she’s still the most beautiful thing in the world. I curse myself for not appreciating it earlier and vow to cherish every movement with her from here on out.
I tighten my arm around her waist, needing to hold her closer. “Hi.”
She threads her fingers through mine, holding my hand to chest “So...”
“What?”
“You’re in bed. You’re normally gone before I wake.”
“I like it here.”
“I can tell.” She rubs against my erection and I groan.
“It’s morning. Shut up.”
“I’m not complaining,” she whispers, shifting her hips a little higher until I slide between her legs. She sighs, releasing my hand and brings hers up behind her to push her fingers in my hair.
I pull my hips back, before pushing them forward again, sliding along her wet heat. Over and over until we’re both panting and it’s no longer enough.
Gripping her hips, I angle her better and move myself into position, lining up with her entrance. Em doesn’t speak, a soft sigh escapes her lips as she circles her hips, easing back onto me slightly, until I thrust forward, filling her in one swift movement.
Em gasps and I groan, holding my position for a minute and enjoying the feel of being inside her. Her body stretched along mine, her fingers digging into my hair, my lips and teeth nipping at the corner of her neck. I draw back out, before pushing back in.
I’m in no hurry for this to end, and neither is she. Savoring every movement, every breath. Wanting and needing to drag it out for as long as possible.
I continue stroking in and out of her in long, slow, languid movements. Again and again, until she trembles in my arms and comes with my name on her lips at the same time as I find my release, biting down on her shoulder.
Rolling onto my back, I try to catch my breath. Em turns and rests her head on my chest and yawns.
“Tired?”
“Yeah, well someone kept me awake all night,” she laughs.
I press a kiss to the top of head. “I’ll make some coffee.” Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I sit up.
Em moves to the pillow. “A girl could get used to this.”
“Coffee? I get you coffee every day.”
“Morning sex followed by coffee. Think it might turn me into a morning person.”
“You do seem more cheerful this morning,” I say, standing and stretching.
“Might have something to do with all the orgasms.”
“You’re welcome.” I grin and wink at her, like a douche, before heading into the bathroom to clean up and then make some coffee.
“Austin messaged me,” Ems says, coming into the kitchen a few minutes later and wrapping her arms around me, pressing her face into my back. I grip the edge of the counter so tight my knuckles are white. Guys a dick.
Okay, not really. Turns out I’m entirely capable of feeling emotions when it comes to Em. Austin seems to be bringing out the jealousy in me.
I grunt.
“Keely was very comforting last night after you carried me out of the party like a Neanderthal.”
“What’s the deal with those two?”
“You care?”
“Not at all. Just making sure he stays away from what’s mine.”
“I like this possessive streak.” Her hands flatten on my stomach and her heart beats against my back. “They’re childhood friends. Kind of like us. He loves her but doesn’t want to risk their friendship. He also said, Rome’s pissed he lost two thousand dollars to you.”
I laugh and turn to face her while the coffee brews. “Good. Might knock him off his high horse for a while.”
I drop my gaze down her body, taking in every curve, every pale freckle on her very bare, very naked skin.
“I want to propose something.”
She arches her eyebrow and eyes me suspiciously. “What?”
“In the future clothing is optional.” I grin and Em takes a step back.
Her eyes travel over my naked body. “I’m okay with that.”
I step toward her and she moves back until she’s pressed between me and the counter. “What now?”
“Kiss me,” she whispers, her breathing tickling my lips.
I grin, squeeze my hands tighter around her back, pulling her into me and capture her mouth with mine.