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Ialways used to wonder when watching thriller or action movies how the two leads could be in the mood to have sex in the middle of the whole world coming down around their heads. Like, who can get horny when they feel like their life is in danger?

I get it now. It’s adrenaline. It’s that need for connection. A way of escaping.

And when it seems like the threat has passed, it’s like celebrating.

That’s how I feel on the way up to the hotel room. I wish the elevator would move faster. I’m that impatient for him to put his hands on me.

In a strange way, I almost have to thank Marco Sanders for what he’s done. If it wasn’t for him, there wouldn’t have been a reason for Colten and me to be together like this. I might have gone the rest of my life wondering about him. I guess I would have forgotten, eventually, but it would’ve taken a long time.

Now, we rush into the room, and Colten closes the door with his foot while sweeping me up in his arms. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on as he carries me into the bedroom. I’m still not quite sure what I’m doing—where do I put my hands, how do I touch him? But what matters more than my uncertainty is the deep truth he unlocks in me.

I’m not afraid, not nervous or anything like that. Because it’s him. He’s the man I’m supposed to be with, the one I was waiting for. Everything else is just a matter of practice.

So this time, I don’t tense up when he places me on the bed. When his hands slide beneath my sweatshirt, I help him, pushing myself up to work the material over my chest and pulling my arms free before he lifts it over my head and tosses it aside. We do the same with his shirt, and when he lowers his head between my breasts, I run my hands over his back and shoulders.

How many times did I wonder what it would feel like? Touching him this way? I close my eyes and let myself get swept away in the pleasure of being so close to him. Every touch of his tongue and his lips spark a fresh fire in my core. At this rate, I’ll combust before my pants are off. Already my panties stick to my wet lips, and my clit throbs painfully, begging for attention.

He raises his head and looks down at me with a grin, a darkish glint in his eyes, and I know with complete certainty that I can’t live without him. I don’t want to live without this.

And then he kisses me, hard. This kiss is different than any of our others. It’s teeth and grit. He continues our kiss as he grinds against my pussy while his tongue thrusts against mine. I run my fingers through his hair, moaning into his mouth, burning for his touch. “I need you inside me,” I whisper between kisses, making him drive himself harder against me until I moan helplessly.

“Listen to you.” He runs his tongue over my throat, and I throw my head back, silently begging for more. “Maybe I should start teaching you other things besides math.”

“You already are.” I run my nails over his back, and he groans, which only makes me burn hotter. I love knowing I can do that to him.

“There are other things. Other ways to enjoy each other.” He raises his head to look me in the eye again, but his hips keep moving, and I hope he never stops.

“Like what?” I rasp as I move against him.

“I can show you. I can tell you what to do.” He closes his eyes and groans when I reach down and dig my nails into his ass cheeks, pulling his dick closer to my aching pussy. “Do you trust me?”


“What do you think about the idea of me tying you to the bed and playing with you for hours until you beg me to let you come?” Just the idea makes me moan and writhe against him. “Oh, yes, so much for me to show you.”

He buries his face between my breasts again, this time growling like an animal, and I’m so close to coming, I can almost taste it. He hasn’t even taken off my pants, but it’s inevitable that I’m going to come. I can feel it. I turn my head to the side, my mouth open, ready to scream—

And then I do scream, only not because of an orgasm.

Colten’s head snaps up, his body going rigid. “What is it?” He follows the direction of my gaze and finds what I found: a tall, dark-haired man standing in the dark bathroom, watching us.

“Sorry. I didn’t want to interrupt. Things were really starting to heat.” He steps out into the bedroom, and now I see the gun in his hand. “Please, don’t let me get in the way. We were starting to get to the good stuff.”

I know who it is before Colten says a word. “Marco.”

“What, you didn’t think I had eyes on you? I know exactly where you were. You can’t hide from me when you have something that belongs to me.”

Colten adjusts his position, putting himself between us. “She doesn’t belong to you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” His dark eyes narrow when they land on me. “You’re not a virgin anymore, are you? Not from what I just saw. Moaning like a slut.”

Colten snarls. “That’s none of your fucking business. If I were you, I’d leave before you don’t have the chance to—”

“Yeah, I know you went running and crying to Ace. Like he could stop me from getting what I want.” He shakes his head as he walks around to the foot of the bed. “Only a pussy does something like that. I mean, what is this, grade school?”