“Just like you wanted. If you’ll let me.”
Maren’s answer was to reach back and unhook her bra.
Colin helped her slide it off and then just looked at her. At the woman who’d chosen him.
“Colin.” Her voice was soft. Almost shy. “You’re staring.”
“Yeah.” He cupped her breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm, the way her nipple tightened against his thumb. “I am.”
She arched into his touch, head falling back, and Colin bent to take her other nipple in his mouth.
The sound she made went straight through him.
“Bed,” he managed. “We should?—”
“Yes.”
Colin stood, taking her with him, and Maren wrapped her legs around his waist with a surprised laugh.
“Show off.”
“Ranger training.” He carried her down the hall to her room and laid her down on the bed, following her down. “Comes in handy.”
“I bet.” She pulled him into another kiss, and this one was different. Hungrier. Less careful.
Colin let himself sink into it. Let himself touch her without second-guessing. His hand found the button of her jeans and he pulled back just enough to ask, “Okay?”
“God, yes.”
He made quick work of her jeans and underwear, sliding them down her legs and tossing them somewhere toward the floor. When he looked back, Maren was watching him with dark eyes and flushed cheeks.
“You’re still dressed,” she pointed out.
“Working on it.”
Colin stood long enough to shuck his own jeans and boxer briefs. When he turned back, Maren’s eyes had gone wide.
“Oh,” she said softly, staring at his hard cock.
“Problem?”
“The opposite of a problem.” She bit her lip. “Come here.”
Colin climbed back onto the bed and settled between her legs, bracing himself on his forearms so he wasn’t giving her all his weight. Maren’s hands found his shoulders and slid to his back, pulling him closer.
“I’m—” She stopped. Started again. “It’s just…been a while.”
“Same.” Colin kissed her gently. “We’ll go slow.” He languidly kissed his way down her body—her throat, her breasts, her stomach—taking his time until he was settled between her thighs.
“Colin, you don’t have to—oh.”
He looked up at her, grinning, her taste still on his tongue and lips. “Want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
So he didn’t.
He tasted and teased her until she was gasping his name and her fingers were twisted in his hair. When she came against his mouth, Colin felt it like a victory.
