Page 85 of Fake it for Keeps

“I want to,” I said. “Trust me, I really want to.”

I kissed her inner thigh, then higher, until my mouth found her center. She cried out, her hands flying to my hair. I took my time, using my tongue to explore.

And it was so much better than the dream. The taste of her drove me wild. I felt her getting close, her thighs trembling, her breathing ragged. I slid two fingers inside her while my tongue worked her clit. Rubbing, sucking, and nibbling just enough to make her cry out. It took mere seconds to make her come apart with a scream that went straight to my cock.

I kissed my way back up her body while she was still trembling, catching her mouth in a deep kiss. She responded hungrily, her hands sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me closer.

“I need you,” she whispered. “Now.”

I reached for my nightstand, fumbling for a condom. My hands shook with anticipation as I rolled it on. Hallie watched with heavy-lidded eyes, her body twitching with the aftermath of the orgasm. When I positioned myself at her entrance, she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Please,” she said. “I need you.”

I pushed inside slowly, watching her face. Her eyes widened, her mouth falling open as I filled her. She was tight and warm and perfect, and it took every ounce of control I had not to lose it immediately.

“Okay?” I managed.

“Yes,” she breathed. “More.”

I started moving slowly at first, letting her adjust. But she urged me faster, her hips rising to meet mine, her nails digging into my shoulders. I lost the last shred of self-control then, driving into her with a desperation I’d never felt before. I wanted to be as deep as possible. I had to bury myself inside her. No daylight between us.

She met me thrust for thrust, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. The breathy moans and gasps she made were going to haunt my dreams. I couldn’t get enough of her. Couldn’t get deep enough, close enough.

“Colt,” she gasped. “I’m going to⁠—”

“Come for me,” I said against her ear. “Let me feel it.”

She shattered beneath me, her body clenching around mine, her nails raking down my back. The sensation pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came harder than I ever had in my life, her name on my lips.

We lay tangled together afterward, both breathing hard. I rolled to the side, pulling her with me so she was tucked against my chest. Her heart was racing. I could feel it.

We stayed like that for a long moment, neither of us speaking. I traced lazy patterns on her back, feeling completely content in a way I couldn’t remember experiencing before. I wasn’t interested in kicking her out or running out the door.

Not even close. I was already thinking about doing it again. I suddenly felt eighteen again.

This was dangerous. This was exactly what I’d been trying to avoid.

But as Hallie’s breathing evened out and she relaxed completely in my arms, I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Whatever this was between us, whatever it was becoming, I wasn’t ready to let it go.

Not yet.

Maybe not ever.

I waited until I knew she was asleep before I crawled out of bed. After disposing of the condom, I climbed into bed beside her and pulled her against me.

I didn’t want to admit I waited until she was asleep because I was afraid she would want to leave.

When was the last time I actually held a woman after sex? I couldn’t remember. There had been many sleepovers, but that was usually the result of too much to drink and simply passing out.

Fuck.

I was ruined.