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“You have one more left in you?” he whispers before running his lips over my jaw, my chin, and down my throat. “Can you come for me again?”
I don’t have a choice, do I? Because even the slightest touch is enough to set me on fire. All I can do is hold on while he takes me closer, closer, losing his rhythm in favor of taking me harder. Faster. Until we’re nothing more than two rutting animals, fucking like it’s our last night on earth.
It might as well be because I can’t imagine going back to my life without him.
“So sweet… Harper… my goddess… wrapped around my cock…” He invades my mouth with his tongue, plunging in and out in time with his deep strokes that feel like they’re about to split me in two—but not before I come, and I’m going to. I’m so close now I can almost taste it.
And when it happens, when the wave breaks and crashes against me, I’m almost pulled under by the force. I’m barely aware of Colton’s last burst of speed, his animal growl before pulling out to come across my stomach.
It’s over. I wish it wasn’t, but it couldn’t go on forever. My heart sinks with the fading aftershocks of my body’s release. The smaller and quieter they become, the deeper my regret. Because it’s over. I’ll never get this back.
He doesn’t say much, rolling away from me and untying my wrists. I’m still a breathless lump by the time he washes me clean, then pulls back the blankets and helps me beneath them. How can he go from being so domineering to treating me so tenderly? It’s like he’s two different people.
And I’ve fallen for both of them.
“I don’t know about you,” he finally says, sighing and joining me between the sheets, “but I’m wiped.” I groan my agreement, smiling in happiness when he wraps me in his arms and pulls me close to his chest.
That’s how I fall asleep. In his arms, my body still trembling in the aftermath of the best night of my life, with a smile on my face.
By the time my eyes open again, it’s morning, sunlight streaming through the gap in the drapes. I only slept four hours or so, but it’s going to have to be enough.
Because I want so much to stay, which means I have to leave. Now. Before I come up with a reason not to.
I won’t let him be the one who leaves me. He won’t hurt me this time.
I’m as quiet as I can be as I pull sweats from my suitcase, pulling them on in the bathroom. Last night’s makeup is more or less in place after I forgot to wash it off, so I skip washing my face now to keep from waking Colton. He’s still out cold, thank god.
I can’t face him. I couldn’t handle the excuses, or worse, if he acted like nothing happened.
So even though my heart feels like it’s going to explode from the pain of leaving, I tiptoe to the door with my bag in hand before turning the handle as slowly and quietly as possible.
Not quietly enough.
“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice is as sharp as a whip crack, startling me into yelping as I spin around.
I expected to feel guilty if he caught me.
I didn’t expect the rush of fear. Because I never imagined him charging out of bed and across the room, his eyes blazing, his teeth bared in a snarl. “Do you think I’m letting you sneak out on me?”
There’s barely time to breathe before he drags me back to the bed and throws me onto it. “Wait!” I beg, holding my hands out in front of me. “This was only supposed to be for one night. I have to get home.”
“Only for one night?” He takes my arms again, this time pressing me against the mattress. “How do you not get it?”
“Get what?” I whisper, teeth chattering. It’s like he’s another person again—not just dark, but violent. The way he’s looking at me, he wants to hurt me.
His smile doesn’t help anything since it’s downright sinister. “I’m changing the terms of our agreement.”
8
COLTON
“I don’t understand.”The way her voice is shaking, she’s not only confused. She’s terrified. Of me.
Right now, she has every reason to be. Leaving like that? Sneaking away from me? “What is there to misunderstand? You belong with me. You have no right sneaking out of here like that.”
Her eyelids flutter so fast I’m afraid she’s about to pass out. “You must’ve known after things went the way they did that I can’t let you go,” I insist. “That wasn’t a one-night experience. You are not a one-night woman.”
“What are you saying?” She squirms against me, but it’s hopeless. No way could she break free.
