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Fucking Joey.
CHAPTER 11
Natalie
I was deep in thought, immersed in the books and notes in front of me. The library was quiet, which enabled me to fully focus on the pages filled with a lot of complex paragraphs. The exam date was approaching, and I was becoming more nervous. Joey was a nice distraction for a bit, but now I needed to focus again.
But that was hard with Colt staring at me. His eyes practically boring a hole in my head.
It wasn’t my fault nothing had happened since that first night! We didn’t know what we were doing from here, and for now I had to accept that. But I could tell Colt wasn’t okay with it.
I didn’t even notice Colt approaching me, until he stopped directly above me, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. His eyes penetrated into me, stealing the air out of my lungs, and I was reminded once more how sexy and gorgeous this man was.
My pussy warmed the moment I remembered our night in the safe house. It’d felt too good.
Ugh. Focus Natalie.
“We need to talk,” he said and suddenly grabbed me by my upper arm.
“What? What is going on?”
“We need some privacy.”
He pulled me into a study room, locking the door behind him. I looked around the empty room confused, wondering if there was some problem. There were several armchairs and tables around the small room, surrounded with the bookshelves filled with various books.
“Colt? You’re
scaring me. Please, tell me what’s going on. Is this still about Joey? I told you he was fine!”
He exhaled in frustration, closing the distance between us, and looked at me seriously. “Look, there is something I need to tell you. I know it’s crazy and all, especially because I’m your bodyguard and any personal relationship is strictly forbidden, but I can’t help it.” I stopped breathing, impatiently waiting for his next words. “I feel something for you, Natalie.”
“Colt.”
I let a small sigh out, trying to calm down my increasing heartbeat, but it was impossible. He wasn’t indifferent toward me. Just like me, he felt something that was stronger than our reason. Stronger than just the sexual chemistry between us.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Since that first night I met you, actually. You blew my mind, and then I saw you again, and I was more attracted to you than ever. When that man pulled a gun on your father, I thought I was going to lose my shit. I was so worried about you.”
He moved and stopped directly in front of me, only several inches separating our faces when he leaned in. His warm breath caressed my lips, creating tingles and a churning desire in the pit of my stomach. He smelled so good, and I wanted to forget about the obstacles between us.
He brought his hand to my cheek and caressed it, making me melt. I needed his touch. I needed him to make me feel all those breathtaking sensations he’d evoked in me in Turkey and in the safe house.
“When I saw that guy earlier, I was so jealous. I don’t want anyone to approach you. I want you all for myself.”
My pussy throbbed, and I clenched my thighs together, trying to ease the aching. I was surprised at his outburst of jealousy. I’d never expected him to react like this—to be so possessive. My heart contracted happily, and I couldn’t resist the pull toward him anymore.
“You’re jealous this much?” I asked, sliding my hand slowly over his chest. His heart was beating so fast underneath my palm, matching the rhythm of my own.
He cupped the back of my neck and drew me even closer. Our bodies met as one, softness against his rigidness—like we were made for each other.
“Yes. If I can’t have you, no one will.”
His lips were on mine before I could even respond. The heat filled my whole being, and all reason was cast aside as I returned his ardent kiss. I pressed against his erection, feeling a deep need inside of me for him. He moaned into my mouth, pushing me backward until I hit into the armchair and lost my balance, falling right into it.
I was about to get up, but he didn’t let me, holding me in place as he went to his knees in between my legs. My pulse sped up, and I began panting. His eyes were eating me alive, his hands traveling to my zipper.
“Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you’re crazy about me.”
“I’m crazy about you, Colt. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you to fuck me right now.”
