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Colt

Mymouthwon’tletgo. Hannah cups my face, holding me tight, drawing me closer so our lips never separate.

“Fuck,” she breathes, green eyes hooded.

I groan, kicking the sheets back so they gather at the base of the bed. Hannah clutches my chest, nails dragging across my skin. I hope she leaves a mark along with all the other scars from the mountain. I hope she leaves my skin with an imprint, because if I fuck this up, if I force her away from my life again, I want to remember this moment.

“Colt… This is…”

“Perfect.”

Something detonates inside me, stealing her words like they belong to both of us. I collapse down. I kiss her harder, plunge my hand in the mattress and feel the warmth of her body beneath me. I’m so fucking hard, grinding against her leg as if it soothes the aching throb hanging heavy between my legs.

“I need you,” I grunt, biting her lip. “I need you more than I’ve needed anything before.”

She nips me back. “I know. This feels right, Colt.” She interrupts with another kiss. “Why were we so stupid?”

“I was stupid, Hannah.”

Her tongue slides across mine and she’s ruining me even more than she already has.

“No. You weren’t.”

I couldn’t stay mad at her. I’ve never been mad at her – I’ve hated myself for running away. That’s it. I should have stayed. I should have fought for this. Instead, I wimped my way to the farthest mountain I could find. I hid here, missing out on this… this perfection.

But that’s why she has to stay. I can’t let her leave and I’ll do anything to make her realize we’re meant to be.

Shock waves ripple through me, and I slide down Hannah’s body. Her clothes are somewhere on the floor, no longer required. The softness of her belly heats my mouth. I kiss her and trace my fingers over the soft, round contours of her stomach. I know she’s self-conscious – she’s squirming whenever I touch the love handles that have been driving me crazy all day.

And that’s the point.

She needs to know what I see. She needs to feel beautiful, because fuck, she is more stunning than the morning sunshine on a dewy pasture.

“You’re beautiful, baby girl,” I say, holding her steady to stop the squirm.

I kiss her belly, gently shifting down towards the scent of her arousal. I take a moment at her chest, tweaking her perfectly pink nipples, pulling one in my mouth and plucking the other. I want to taste her, feel her wetness against my tongue but I demand my body to take it slow. I need to show her what she does for me, how she makes me feel inside, how much I treasure every moment I get to touch her.

Maybe, just maybe… If I can do that, I might stand a chance at keeping her here despite what I’ve done to make sure she never leaves me again.

A sense of tenderness grips me as I run my hands over every inch of her body. I drop, kissing the stretch marks on her hips. They’re dark and wide, but I love them. It’s a sign of who she is and where she’s come from, what she’s been through.

If living on a rugged mountain has taught me anything, it’s that everything has a story. Every mark means something. Every scar, every wound. It’s all part of a story.

And Hannah’s story is one I’ve fallen in love with.

“Colt, you don’t have to…”

I crawl back up the smooth, soft skin, brush the hair from her eyes and hold the side of her face.

“You’re so beautiful. So pure. So magnificently precious.” I feel my heart bouncing with joy with every word I mumble against her cheek. “I’ve waited for this moment for too damn long not to appreciate every perfect inch of you, baby.”

Hannah gazes back at me, flushed cheeks deepening with color. Goddamn, she’s pretty. She wets her bottom lip, pulling me in for a kiss before forcing me down her body again.

“That’s my girl,” I growl against her smooth skin.

She chokes out a laugh, splitting her thighs as I roll down between them. I adore the flush taking over her body, heating her skin as I take control. The way she’s panting has me excited – we’re just getting started.

“Spread those legs for me, baby girl,” I say, guiding her thighs wider to reveal a glistening pussy so beautiful I’m sure this is how I die. “Holy fuck. You’re soaked already.”

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