Chapter 42

“Something’s bothering you,” Colt observed.

They were alone, talking about the day’s events. Andrew had gone out, and Reid called to say he would be late. He’d spent the day at the lawyer’s office rectifying the band’s contract and securing a new one for Andrew. There was also the issue of Colt’s mother’s case which, he met with Detective Henry who brought him up to speed.

“No, not at all,” she denied, looking down at her hands folded in her lap.

He was sitting close to her on the sofa. The television was on with the volume down. Their closeness was making her stomach quiver. All she could think of was getting closer. She liked the feel of his heat when he was near. The smell of him was driving her insane. Was this love? She felt like she loved him, like she couldn’t breathe when she wasn’t around him.

Everything about him, even his bad habits made her smile. She liked to see him brood. She liked when he smiled. She was confused. When he was angry, she wanted to hug him and calm him, and at the same time smack him upside the head. Most of all, she could not stand seeing him with another woman.

“It’s Zoey, isn’t it?”

“What?” She raised her eyes to his. How did he know that?

“I know you,” he said, raising his hand to trace a finger along her cheek. “You’re not jealous, are you?”

“No,” she replied softly.

His fingers on her skin were leaving trails of fire behind. Her heart started a steady drumming, slowly increasing its pace into a trot. His thumb traced her bottom lip, and the heart stopped. Should she pull away or allow him to send volts of electrical current through her body?

“I—well—hmmm.” The words got lost somewhere between her brain and lips. She completely forgot what she was about to say. She closed her eyes, sucking in a quavering breath. “Stop, you’re distracting me.”

“You are the one distracting me, Chelsea,” he murmured. “You’ve been looking at me with those wide sparkling emerald eyes all day.”

“Huh?”

“I saw the way you kept looking at me all day.” He grinned.

“You’ve been sleeping all day; how would you know that?”

“Sleeping? Who said I was sleeping?”

She gasped in mock surprise. “You’ve been watching me, pretending to be asleep?”

“What better way to watch you watching me?”

She stood, annoyed that he’d pretended not to be interested in the auditions while watching her through the slits of his eyes. He grabbed her hand and pulled her back down to the sofa. Her bottom hit the soft cushion, and she eased back. She needed to think clearly. He advanced on her again, taking a lock of her hair, bringing it to his nose.

Luckily, she had already showered and washed her hair. He traced her jawline with his index finger while running his thumb along her bottom lip. The sensations assailing her were driving her insane; her body was aching with the need to experience what he was obviously offering.

“Colt, stop,” she whispered.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

She did not answer. She could not answer. Her body was saying one thing, but her mind was saying no … or was it? Confusion also joined the myriad of emotions nagging at her. She knew this moment would come at some point or another; she was just not certain she was prepared for it.

“No,” she heard her own voice answer him.

His face was now closing in on her, getting closer. Her heart flew to her mouth then galloped like Usain Bolt sprinting the one hundred meters. If she’d planned on running away, she’d have to forget it now because she could feel all her limbs melt as his lips touched hers. They were gentle at first, then as he used his own lips to part hers, the kiss became intense.

She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Their bodies collided as his chest crushed her breast. His tongue danced around hers in a mating call. There was no turning back now; this was it. Therefore, when Colt broke the kiss, stood and scooped her up, she leaned her head on her shoulder and allowed him to carry her to the bedroom.

Laying her gently on the plush covers, he stretched out beside her and cradled her in his arms. He flicked the side lamp to illuminate that otherwise dark room. She thought he would be ripping her clothes off and ravaging her. A little disappointment settled in her stomach. Why was he delaying?

“Colt?”

“Hmm?”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her confusion was fast beginning to turn into frustration.

He looked down into her eyes and asked, “Nothing’s wrong, why?”

‘Because you aren’t … you know … you know,” she said in a small voice, looking away from him.

“Making love to you?” She nodded. “I want to cuddle and do all the things I never did before. I want to do this right.”

Her nipples were taut and screaming to be released from her bra. Her body was on fire, and he wanted to cuddle. He’d awakened something inside that she never knew existed, and he wanted to cuddle? He’d fucked every woman he’d taken to his bedroom, and now that she was ready to be with him, he wanted to cuddle?

“I don’t want to cuddle!” her voice squeaked.

He looked at her surprised. “Are you mad at me?”

“Yes, why aren’t you making love to me?”

“That’s because I want to take it slow with you, Chelsea,” he said in a low tone.

She raised up to a sitting position. “I don’t want to take it slow. I’ve been taking it too slow already; I want what you so freely give to others!”

“Chelsea, this isn’t like you,” he said, sitting up beside her.

“I love you, and I want you to make love to me now,” she said.

He was silent for a few minutes. She was now breathing heavy with all the emotions coursing through her. By the time she took a few breaths, she realized what she said and how she just acted. Her skin flushed red with embarrassment. She sprang from the bed, shocked at her own behavior.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” she apologized and moved toward the door.

Colt was there before her, gently pulling her back. He hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. She leaned back against him as the sensations sprinted through her. His lips lingered on her neck while his hand came up and cupped a breast. She felt constrained in her clothes and needed to be set free.

He trailed kisses from her temple to her nape, sending fireworks up and down her spine. She twisted, needing to feel those lips on hers again. He stepped back and gripped her shoulders, looking into her eyes. She could see the passion smoldering there.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with the emotions he was suppressing.

She knew what he was asking and answered with a nod. “Yes, I’m sure,” she whispered.

Gently, he pulled her close, cupping the back of her head and crushing her lips with his. Mind-blowing and utterly explosive was the kiss. Her knees buckled, and she pressed into him; her body trembled with the waves of pleasure coursing her.

They tumbled to the bed, fumbling with the remnants of their clothes. Colt helped her out her jeans, but when it came time to assist him, her hand trembled so much that she could not unbuckle the belt. He quickly released it and stepped out of the garment.

Colt paused, allowing his eyes to travel over her, from her breasts down to her stomach, to her thighs … all of her. Her hands absently came up to cover her breasts as she flushed from his scrutiny.

“You’re beautiful,” he growled, cupping a breast and capturing her lips again. She loved being kissed by him. Each time brought new thrills, new aches, and needs.

Colt pulled away briefly, only to let his lips devour her breast while she ran her hands along his shoulders. He trailed his hot lips from her breast down her belly, relishing at how she trembled at his touch. She arched her back, groaning as he continued to taste the sweetness of her skin. When he reached the junction of her thighs, he kissed the apex. She gasped and trembled some more.

With a low guttural groan, Colt buried his face in the hair nested at her pubic, inhaling deeply. Tenderly, he parted her thighs, sticking out his tongue and touching the tip of her clit. She jumped, and he repeated it until she was wet and sticky.

“Stop it!” she whimpered.

Ignoring her, he plunged his tongue into her vagina. She moaned loudly and tried to pull away. He slowly pulled out and sank into her once more creating what he knew was the perfect pleasure any woman could ask for. He loved the way she responded to him, and that was his sole desire, to please her. He eased himself and covered her body with his, their heat coming together to create a blazing fire.

Chelsea’s woman center was aching with the need for a deeper fulfillment. Though she’d never had a lover, she felt in her core that was what the feeling was, and she knew it was Colt she needed. He was kissing her eyes, nose, and cheeks. She loved the gentleness he was showing.

She wrapped her thighs around him, allowing his cock to touch her opening. Carefully, he pushed his hips forward. His shaft entered partially in. He withdrew and pushed again, doing it several times until he was fully in. Her walls felt like they would burst open. She stiffened as his large cock pushed through her barrier.

She groaned from the slight pain that shot through her vagina. Colt paused and kissed her, his lips moving gently over hers. Her body began to awaken once more as the pain gradually subsided. She felt her insides melt and catch fire as her vaginal walls began to relax.

He started moving his hips, his cock rubbing her walls creating waves of pleasure. His movements were slow and well timed. She knew he was deliberately trying not to hurt her. She kissed his neck and shoulders, gently biting him on the soft skin of his pectoral muscles.

Gradually, he picked up the pace, increasing the pleasure building between them. Both panted as their bodies moved together in unison. Her cries of pleasure filled the room, as did his low growls. As they both rocked together to their own music, their bodies glistened with the moisture created by their mating ritual.

Her walls began to throb as a spot of heat flared inside her abdomen, exploding into an earth-shattering volcano. It took her by surprise as her entire body was gripped by ecstasy. Her vagina tightened around him as a wave of current enveloped her. She gripped his shoulders, trying to contain her explosion. Too late, it shattered inside her belly, erupting like a volcano. Her entire body spasmed with her orgasmic release in wave after wave of pleasure. His lips muffled her screams.

Colt, sweat glistening on his muscles as they rippled with his movements, felt his entire body catch fire. He watched Chelsea’s face as she closed her eyes as her orgasm came. He had the urge to lick the beads of sweat from her face and breasts. But, he felt his balls tingle, and a fire erupted in his groin. The feeling was new to him, but before he could decide what to make of it, his entire body felt as if he was floating upwards. His cock swelled, and a combustion happened inside his belly.

He growled deep in his throat as his release came in an earth shattering blast. His back arched with arms trembling as the remnants of his orgasm left him. Soon, his arms gave way as he collapsed atop her in exhausted bliss.

He rolled off her and pulled her up next to him, cradling her to his body. Now was the time to cuddle, she thought with a smile. Soon, she heard Colt’s gentle snore, and she giggled. She too was about to doze off, but the buzzing of the vibrating phone on the nightstand got both their attention.