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Colton’s cock pulsed in his jeans. “I could also call Warrick right now and see if he’s busy. If he isn’t, he could meet us here.” He pointed to the house behind him.
Her pupils widened. “Really? That would be…good.”
Colton pulled his phone out and thumb dialed, before putting it to his ear. “Warrick? Can you meet me at my old homestead?”
“Right now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
“I guess so. Why would I want to do that?”
“Isabelle is here with me right now, and she wants us to explain our rules to her.”
There was silence for a count of three before Warrick said, “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes or less, but I’ll only be able to stay for less than an hour. I have court this afternoon.”
“Perfect. Front door is open. We’ll be waiting for you inside the master bedroom upstairs.”
Isabelle’s sweet tea gaze told him she was excited about the coming meeting. Her scarlet cheeks also told him she was a novice in this particular arena, but willing to throw caution to the wind.
Colton took her hand in his, leading her inside the house and up the stairs to the second floor, grateful he’d had the entire place cleaned recently. And additionally happy that all the beds had been changed and made up before she arrived for the tour.
Chapter Four
The moment Colton led her into the luxurious master bedroom suite on the ranch’s second floor, Isabelle contemplated how amazing her afternoon was about to be.
As they climbed the stairs, Isabelle retrieved her phone from her pocket to turn it off. She did not want to be disturbed.
Depositing her phone in her pocket again, she had barely stepped inside when Colton hugged her, kissed her passionately, and danced her toward the bed.
“Aren’t we waiting for Warrick?” she asked the moment her butt hit the edge of the bed’s left side.
He pressed his lips to hers a few more times before saying, “Not unless you want to. He’ll be here soon enough. No reason to waste time or miss any more passionate kisses.” His tongue tangled deliciously within her mouth in wild abandon.
When she slung her arms around his neck, he lost his balance and they both fell onto the bed, side by side. Perfection. He pulled back for only a moment before she drew him closer, and they resumed the sexy kisses. Colton moved half on top of her, and then she pushed until he rolled onto his back and she was on top. Then they writhed back and forth on the surface of the bed as if they couldn’t get enough of each other, kissing the whole time.
Her pulse spiked. She vibrated with lust from temple to toes. Colton tasted different than Warrick, but still amazingly good. Her reaction was the same as it was in Warrick’s office. She wanted him. She wanted Warrick. She wanted them both.
You’re about to get them both.
Isabelle was so turned on she could hardly form words. Colton moved off of her suddenly. He pulled her to a sitting position, and his fingers went directly to her waist. He untucked her blouse from her skirt, sliding his roughened palms along the bare skin of her midriff. A thrill rode straight to the top of her spine.
He stood up next to the side of the bed, pulling her with him once more until she balanced on unsteady feet. He kissed her, putting his hands beneath her shirt, stroking the sensitive skin above her belt.
Sucking in a silent breath, Isabelle tried to keep a level head, but once both of them were in the room, touching her, kissing her, making love to her, she hoped she’d survive the excitement.
Colton suddenly pulled her blouse off of her shoulders. He’d already unbuttoned it, and she’d been so preoccupied kissing him that she hadn’t even noticed.
She broke the kiss. “How did you…?” And he’d slipped the garment from her shoulders, depositing it carefully at the corner end of the bed.
“I have fast hands,” he murmured, exhibiting his skill at reading her mind.
“I’ll say.” He smiled, lowered his head and kissed the curve of one breast, moved his lips a bit to his right, and kissed her again. His hands snaked up her spine and seconds later he’d unhooked her bra. She sucked in a breath. “Fast hands is right.”
He straightened and grinned, but didn’t pull the bra from her. He massaged her back. “Want me to stop?”
Isabelle felt the heat rise to her cheeks yet again. She’d probably been red-faced since she’d been here. “Maybe we should wait.”
“Wait for me? No need,” Warrick said.
She sucked in a breath, seeing the handsome prosecutor filling the doorway to the bedroom. “I didn’t even hear your car,” she said, feeling her eyes widen.
