And when he inhaled—it was all soap and citrus and sweet earthy musk. He’d recognize the scent of her arousal anywhere. It was seared into his brain. Just thinking about it gave him a ghosted taste along his tongue. Remembering how she’d unraveled in his arms last night. Her first climax hot and wet against his mouth.
Ellis released a shaky breath, dampening her lips with her tongue, and damn. It took every ounce of self-control Colt had left not to lean forward and take her mouth in his. Open it upand dive in. Finally expend all the raw energy slowly driving him crazy.
She must have read his intentions. She pressed her lips together—shuffled back slightly. Not enough to break his hold on her elbow. Just a tiny separation. As if she’d needed the small distance to curb her own desires.
Colt didn’t move. Didn’t give her another inch. “Well, sweetheart?”
The corner of her mouth tightened. “I’m not sure I like this new version of you.”
Her voice had barely reached him and certainly hadn’t been loud enough for his buddies to hear. Not that anyone was really looking at them. They were gathered around the computer, voices sounding in the background.
He smiled. “Really? I could have sworn you loved the new version of me last night. Or are you trying to tell me you were faking it?”
Her eyes grew impossibly darker, the pulse kicking up another notch. She swept her gaze the length of him, no doubt noticing the firm press of his damn dick against his jeans. “I thought you alpha types could tell the difference?”
“Thought you operative types could lie your way out of anything?”
A snort then a smile. A huge one. She relaxed, shifting until she was just a breath away. “Get me into that room, and I’ll give you another chance to figure it out.”
Colt wouldnothike her up on his shoulder, pound on his chest, and stalk into the bedroom. No way. He had more control than that. Was capable of being discreet. Not broadcasting to his team that he was seconds away from ravishing the one woman who undid him. Reduced him to bare bones. Threatened to unravel a dozen years’ worth of training.
It took him several moments to get his damn lungs to breathe. To work out how to get her from the main room to the bedroom without drawing attention. To continue holding her elbow without pulling her against him. Drinking her in.
Imagining what would have happened if he hadn’t opened the door that fateful night helped tame his need enough to nod, motion to the hallway then gently guide her down it. He was even able to shift one hand to the small of her back. Just a soft steady pressure on her spine as they walked toward the door. He didn’t look behind him. Didn’t say anything, aware his buddies would catch the raw tone in his voice. The strangled words he’d barely be able to get out because all his senses were focused on Ellis.
On the warmth of her skin through her shirt. The flex of her muscles beneath his palm. The raspy wash of her breath as she stepped into the room. And they’d all know Colt was still on the edge, only now it was all centered on her. On holding off long enough to shut the door, take her in his arms and spin.
She inhaled as her back connected with the door, her body pressed firmly against his. No hesitation, just her hands spearing through his hair, her mouth lifting to meet his. He wasn’t sure if she was up on her toes or if she was using her hold to drag him down. Didn’t care because those perfectly full lips were on his. Tongue delving deep. And she was moaning.
Low, throaty sounds vibrating through his chest. Spiking his dick against her stomach. He thought he was already stiff, but those noises—all desperate and needy, as is she couldn’t get enough of him—punched him hard in the gut. Made him painfully more erect.
Ellis moved to his throat, nipping at his neck when he broke the kiss. “Clothes.”
Hell yeah. They had on too many of those. Shirts, pants, underwear. But damn, removing all of it meant lifting his handsfrom her body. Releasing the one tangled in her hair, the other cupping her ass, holding her tight against him And he wasn’t sure he had enough blood left in his brain to figure out how to do it. Enough willpower because that hair was silky soft all wrapped around his fingers. The brown color making her eyes look brighter. And her ass filled his hand. Strong. Full.
Colt managed to lift his mouth off her skin, stare into her eyes. Blasted with lust, they looked like large black pools, slightly unfocused. A pink hue infused her skin, deep pants raking across his chin. She was beautiful.
He forced his hand out of her hair, mourning the loss until he found the button on her pants. Slipped it open then yanked on the zipper. He wasn’t sure if it opened or if the sound was the material ripping, but he didn’t care. It worked the same. The sides split apart, exposing an inch of skin above soft panties.
Her muscles jumped as he brushed his knuckles along the edge, tracing the line of smooth flesh. Christ, her skin was warm, the sweet scent of her arousal filling his senses.
Colt clenched his teeth, willing himself not to come just from the thought of sinking inside her. All the hot wet flesh surrounding him. He pulled away enough to look her eyes, hold her attention. “Bed.”
Her gaze shifted to the spot over his shoulder, where the bed was. Two breaths and a shake of her head. “Too far.”
Well, shit.
That’s all it took to short circuit his brain. Send him into overdrive. A few swipes of his hands and her pants were gone. Pooled on the floor, or maybe torn into shreds. He wasn’t sure but it didn’t matter. Nothing but soft skin beneath his palms. Her panties were gone, too. Hopefully lying with the pants, but he’d buy her more if needed. Better yet, she could go without. Be a step closer to letting him inside her whenever he needed her.
Which seemed to be every second of every damn day.
Another few passes and his jeans were unbuckled, shoved down to his knees. His dick bobbing forward. Pressing hard and hot against her stomach. Ellis moaned, wrapped one thigh around his hips then levered up. She hadn’t moved her hands from his hair. Used it and her elbows on his chest to lift up, position him between her thighs.
One thrust. That’s all it took. A hard tilt of his hips and he was inside her. Balls slapping her ass, all that slippery fluid washing over him. Ellis inhaled, biting at her bottom lip as her head thunked against the door. Quivers clenched the length of his shaft, her chest pressed against his as she held her breath, poised on the edge. Waiting.
He grunted, latched his mouth on the spot behind her ear and bit down.
She exploded. No other way to describe it as her sheath contracted around him, that breath releasing on keening wail she muffled against his shoulder as her head fell forward, her fingers flexing in his hair. Her hips ground against him, her climax ripping through her until she hung limp in his arms, her heart tapping wilding against his chest.
