It was official. Colt and I were in an unofficial relationship. We’d been spending so much time together that even I couldn’t deny we had fallen back into a relationship. We spent an entire weekend shopping. For my house and his penthouse. We cooked together, made cocktails now that my painkillers were needed less and less. And damn did we make love for endless hours. The things he did to my body were hard to forget especially when I buzzed in a continuous hum all day long.

And worst of all I was falling in love with him all over again.

Against my better judgment.

But I couldn’t help it. Colt was exactly the man I knew he would be from the moment I met him. Not only was he successful but he was kind and caring, gentle and sweet. And bossy as hell, in and out of the bedroom. Yeah, I felt a weird sort of bliss that left me uneasy and waiting for the other shoe to drop.

It had to, right? Two months of an adult relationship with Colt and things had to go wrong. Didn’t they?

But they didn’t. Things only got better between us, which is how I ended up at a bed and breakfast in northern Wisconsin with Colt. For the whole weekend.

“This place is amazing!” A large blue Victorian home, surrounded by lush green gardens. But inside was the real treat. Two sitting rooms, each with a stone hearth bisected the house. The room, decorated in blue and gold, held a large four poster bed with a gold and blue damask duvet. A writing desk sat under the window and a small closet for our belongings. We even had an en suite bathroom, I assume for couples who never came up for air.

“It’s pretty great, right?” At his proud smile and puffed out chest, and all I could do was wrap my arms around him and squeeze tight.

“You did good, babe.” He froze and so did I, right there in the middle of the room. I knew why I did, but why did he?

His smile melted my heart, damn him. “You called me babe.”

“I did.”

“I like it.” He smiled, cupping my face gently and staring into my eyes as he slowly lowered his mouth to mine. “So much,” he said against my lips and I smiled. Then his mouth was on mine, devouring and conquering until I practically climbed up his body to get a better taste of him. He tasted like mint and cola, and something that was one hundred percent Colt. Addictive and intoxicating.

“So, you wanna test out the bed and then see about food or…?”

“I don’t think places like this do room service,” he told me as he pushed me towards the bed, his mouth on mine again, tracing a path of fire down my neck, opening my shirt and kissing down my belly.

“Then I guess,” I groaned when his mouth closed around a nipple, “we better be quick.”

“How quick?” he asked as he helped me out of my jeans and sweater, then the sexy lingerie I’d worn just for him.

“Really quick,” I told him and stood, stripping him out of his clothes, giving myself a sexy little striptease. “Damn you really are hot.”

His deep chuckle vibrated against my hands caressing his chest muscles, laughing at the way they jumped. “Well thank you, sweetness.”

“Anytime.” Hand to his chest, I shoved gently until he fell backwards on the bed, smiling up at me with that sexy as sin look. “And I’m in charge.”

“Hell yeah!”

I laughed and climbed on him, kissing every inch of his beautiful body until his groans got so loud, so erotic that I couldn’t stand it. I took him in my mouth because his long, thick cock made my mouth water. Because the sounds he made as I licked and sucked him made me so wet I knew he’d slide right in for a quick, hard ride. I took him deep and he growled, yanking my hair until I stared at him with what I was sure were swollen pink lips.

“Yeah?”

“I promise to fuck your sweet mouth this weekend, but right now I need to get inside you.”

Well damn. “That’s what I like to hear,” I told him as I straddled his waist. His hands gripped my hips and I gripped his cock, slowly sinking down on his hard length. “Yes!” It felt so good and being in this position meant I could feel every inch of him, filling me up and stretching me out deliciously.

I moved in a slow up and down motion until the lovin’ took over my body, turned it into a pleasure-seeking vehicle that only lived to come. Colt gripped my hips, his fingers sinking into me hard enough to bruise, but I didn’t care, not with the way he growled my name. At the feel of him swelling inside of me, hardening, I lost control, palming his chest for leverage as I bounced and rolled my hips in a move that had him speaking unintelligently and I could only smile as my body tensed. Flooded. Tightened around him as my orgasm drew closer.

“Fuck, Jaya.” He gripped me harder, holding me still while he pounded up into me hard and fast, and oh so deep the orgasm tumbled out of me so fast I fell on top of him.

He flipped our positions and pounded into me, hips moving in a frantic motion that had another orgasm building inside of me, milking him and pulling him in deeper. “Ah Jaya. Fuck!” I felt him spurting into me, his big body vibrating and pulsing violently with the force of his own orgasm. “Shit!”

“That was the best quickie ever!”

“Even better than the bathroom?”

I laughed. “Well that one was special, but this one was hot. Super sexy. I think I’m still coming.”

“Oh sweetheart, you’re good for my ego.”

“Like you need it.” He knew he was hot shit and didn’t need me to tell him, not with the way my body continued to pulse around him.

“It’s always nice to hear, especially from a beautiful woman who just rocked my world.” He punctuated every word with a long hard thrust. And then another.

Needless to say, we never made it out of the room for dinner that first night.

Or the rest of the weekend.

By the time we drove back to the city I felt pretty confident there was no shoe dropping in our future. So I resolved that I would talk to him, settle our past once and for all so we could work on our future.

If we had one.