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Just when I think I’m going to pass out, four hands are suddenly on me. As those hands grab onto my arm, I’m jolted upright.
“What the fuck did you take?” Nix snaps at me.
“Hydrocodone… it’s just for pain.”
“That’s some strong shit. How much champagne did you drink?”
“Um, two… I think.” Closing my eyes, I breathe through my nose, trying my best to get it together. My legs remain wobbly, and I have to lean against something just to stay upright.
“Great. Can you go and get the car. I don’t feel like carrying her.” Colt’s voice is so close, almost like my head is against his shoulder or something.
Nix curses under his breath. I’m vaguely aware of footsteps in the distance, and whatever I’m leaning against starts to move.
“Don’t drool on my shirt.”
Why would I drool on him? I don’t have the energy to say it out loud. My tongue is heavy in my mouth, and my eyes won’t open even a little. All I want to do is go to sleep.
Something wraps around my torso, and suddenly, my feet are not on the ground anymore. In the distance, I hear a car door open and close. My body is being moved, and then I’m placed on something flat. I instantly relax, curling up on my side, tuck my hands under my head like a pillow, and let the warm fuzzy feeling pull me under completely.
CHAPTER 12
“Get her zipper.” Colt’s voice sounds far away, but the way each of his words vibrates against my ear makes me think my cheek is pressed against his chest. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids are so damn heavy. I only get a glimpse of the inside of my room before they fall back shut.
I try to lift my head, but none of my muscles work. My body is almost paralyzed, trapped in the space between sleep and wakefulness.
Someone unzips the back of my dress, and cool air washes over the skin I usually keep covered up. An odd sense of freedom overcomes me. My back is exposed, and even the air in my perfectly heated room feels cool and unusual on my back. This sensation normally fills me with so much anxiety I seldom let it happen in the first place. Something is different today… today there is no fear, no shame, or embarrassment.
All I feel is warmth.
I’m being put on my bed. The soft fabric feels good on my skin, while the pillow cradles my head perfectly. I try to pry my eyes open once more, just in time to see the outline of someone crawling onto the bed with me. The mattress dips, and a warm body covers me like a weighted blanket.
That same body gently pries my legs apart and settles between my thighs. Only then do I realize I’m completely naked. Something is wrong.
A surge of panic zaps through my body, making me squirm.
“Relax…” A male voice says before placing a soft kiss on my lips. I’m so confused by his actions and the way he tries to calm me that I don’t recognize Colt’s voice right away.
“Colt?” My voice is nothing more than a soft whisper. So low I’m surprised he hears me at all. “Colt, please.”
“Please, what?”
What am I asking again? My head feels like it is stuffed with cotton, and I have to dig each of my thoughts out.
“Please… don’t hurt me.”
“I wasn’t planning on it. At least not tonight.”
I don’t know if he’s trying to be funny. I don’t know what he’s trying to do. I can’t open my eyes all the way, and it’s so frustrating. I can’t control myself at all. “What are you doing?” I murmur when he doesn’t get up. I go stiff with a gasp when his lips brush against my cheek, then move down my jaw before brushing against my throat.
“Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
This can’t be happening. It can’t be Colt touching me the way he is, so gentle and sweet. It can’t be Colt kissing my neck until I shiver and goose bumps cover my skin. I have to be dreaming. That’s the only explanation.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers before planting another kiss, this one against my collarbone. “So perfect.” I would thank him, but my tongue is too thick and heavy. Besides, what does it matter? This is all a dream, anyway. You don’t have to thank somebody in a dream, do you? Even my thoughts aren’t making any more sense than what my body is feeling. And what it’s feeling is something deeper and more intense than anything I’ve ever known. There’s wetness pooling between my thighs, and my pussy is aching for attention.
I’ve had some sexy dreams before, but not once did they include Colt, though. Normally, it’s some stranger, a sweet guy I met at a coffee shop, maybe. Then there is usually a part where I get frustrated because I can’t get off, not understanding that everything happening is only happening in my head.
