Chapter Seven
Colt led her to the en suite bathroom.
He turned on the water spray, regulating the temperature to a pleasant heat. He kicked off his shoes, took off his shirt and pants, and placed them in the laundry basket. He glanced at Grace. She stood at the door, eyeing him. His cock hardened to half-mast under her hungry gaze.
“See anything you like?”
She licked her lips.
“Everything.” Her husky voice touched him deep, desire spiked down his spine. He offered her his hand.
“Come on,” he said.
“We’re showering together?”
Colt slid the dress down her shoulders. The tantalizing strap of her bra called to him. He kissed the smooth skin.
“It’ll be quicker. We’ll save water and the environment.”
“You care about that?”
He slipped the outfit lower, skimming his palms across her breasts and the tips of her hard nipples.
“Yes. Nature is the future. We must care for our resources.”
“I don’t understand.”
Colt unsnapped her bra. Her breasts spilled into his hands. He weighed them, thumbing the hard pink nubs. His mouth watered.
“What don’t you get?”
He latched onto one side, sucking hard. Grace grabbed his shoulders and moaned low. He switched to the other breast.
“How killing people and caring for the environment is compatible.”
“People are just people. Nameless. Objects. Numbers. Money. There are good people and there are bad people, but none of that is relevant in my line of work. Nature, however, is always there. It was there before we arrived and unless we destroy all of it, it will continue to exist long after humanity becomes extinct. It is in a way what keeps us alive.”
He slid his fingers across her slit, finding her wet. “The other thing that keeps us going is sex.”
Colt circled her clit with his thumb. Grace arched against him.
“I still don’t think I understand,” she panted.
“That’s okay, angel. You don’t need to understand. You only need to feel and forget.”
He lowered himself to his knees and pressed his face to her pussy, inhaling her musky scent. Pressing the flat of his tongue, he licked at her seam. Grace held onto him, her fingers digging into his scalp. Colt licked and sucked, tasting her delicious cream.
“Colt.”
Her legs quivered and her gasps and mewls encouraged him further. Colt pushed two fingers inside her, pumping fast. He sucked in her clit, pressing the flat of his tongue against it. Grace screamed, shattering into an orgasm.
Slowly, Colt got to his feet. He kissed her softly.
“Come on,” he said at last, “let’s shower.”
He followed her inside the shower space, adjusting the spray so it’d hit both of them. Grace leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
“This feels so good,” she mumbled.
Colt wrapped his arms around her from behind. His hard cock nudged her ass. He bit back a groan.
“Doesn’t this feel better?”
Grace sunk into him, nodding. He nipped the space between her shoulder and neck. She whimpered.
“It’s perfect.”
“Good.”
Keeping her hard against him, Colt grabbed the liquid soap and poured some on his palm.
“Relax, angel.”
Gently, he massaged her shoulders, dipping down her back and over the curve of her ass, kneading the flesh. Grace sighed. He traveled lower, taking care of her thighs and calves.
“Turn around,” he said.
She did. Starting from the bottom up, he cleansed her legs, her knees, her thighs, up to her cunt. It glistened with water, enticing him once more. Reaching between her legs, he teased her slit, pleasantly surprised to find it hot and lubricated.
“You’re still wet.”
“I’m still horny,” she admitted.
Colt snapped his head up to look at her. Twin red blotches painted her cheeks at her confession.
“I’ll take care of that, angel. Don’t you worry.”
He rose to his feet, sliding his soapy hands over her stomach, to her breasts. He massaged the plump flesh, rubbing his palm in circles over the turgid nub. Grace hummed in appreciation.
Finally, after playing with her other breast, Colt reached her face. Carefully, so as not to hurt her, he ran his fingers over her forehead, her cheekbones and nose, leaving a white trail of soap.
“Stand beneath the spray.”
She obeyed, the rivulets of soapy water traveling down the drain. Meanwhile, Colt washed himself. He pressed himself to her and also got rid of the scented wash.
“Wait here.”
Stepping out of the shower, he quickly dried himself. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he went back to Grace.
“All right, angel. Come here.”
She stepped into his open arms and the towel he held for her. Gently, Colt patted her dry. He wrapped her in the fluffy material and for a moment held her. She was soft, sweet. He shut his eyes. She belonged here, in his arms, protected, cared for. He forced himself to release her. What was he thinking? He was traveling down a dangerous path. This was a one-night stand. Seduce, Fuck, Forget. Grace couldn’t stay with him. It wasn’t right. Not for him and not for her. He couldn’t be with someone in his line of work. It would only lead to heartbreak.
“Come.”
He brought her back to the main bedroom. Opening his closet, he picked out a big t-shirt.
“You can wear this.”
“I’ll grab my undies—“
Colt grinned.
“Forget that. No undies.” He squeezed his cock which had dropped to half-mast. “I’m not done making you forget, angel.”
Grace smiled.
She reached for the t-shirt he offered her and promptly slipped it over her head. Colt’s breath hitched. The material reached her mid-thigh, revealing just enough skin to entice him. How was it possible for a man’s shirt to look so good on a woman? Or was it that the woman was Grace? His erection rose, persistently throbbing. He grasped it, running his hand from top to bottom and back again.
“That’s hot,” Grace said.
Colt raised his eyebrows. He repeated the motions, keeping his gaze on her face. Her tongue darted between her lips, wetting them, increasing his desire as he imagined it on him instead. His strokes turned shorter, his breaths more shallow.
Grace leaned back against the bed, spreading her legs. She gave him a view of her cunt. Dripping wet, red and swollen.
“Fuck me, Colt,” she said.
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Hurrying to the bathroom, he picked out a condom, opened the wrapper, and rolled it on. When he returned, Grace had moved to the center of the bed.
“Turn around. Scoot to the edge of the bed and get on your knees.”
She complied. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his cock at her welcoming entrance. He teased her, circling it. She pushed back, moaning.
“Please.”
“When I saw you at the bookshop I imagined something like this. You on your knees, me taking you from behind, my hand wrapped around your hair.”
Inch by inch, he entered her until he was fully seated inside her.
“Fuck me, please,” she tried to move against him. Colt grabbed a fistful of her hair. She gasped.
“Not yet, angel.”
He pulled out until only the tip was inside of her, then he slammed inside her again. Grace cried out. Colt set the rhythm, slow and steady, controlling Grace by her hair.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “I want you to come again.”
One of her hands flew between her legs, plucking her clit. Sweat dripped down his back. Their bodies slapped together. His breaths and Grace’s cries filled the air around them. Until finally, his balls tightened, rising against him. He squeezed his eyes shut.
“Angel, you need to come now.”
He gave her ass a sharp smack. Grace let out a keening cry. Her body convulsed around him. Furiously, he pumped into her, two, three times and then exploded, gasping out her name.