I knew from the moment he came across the yard that I was going to be sleeping with him again. I couldn’t deny this man. It was like turning down the most exquisite piece of chocolate when you knew it wouldn’t rot your teeth or make you gain a single pound. There was no way I would deny myself the pleasure of him.

He closed the door behind us, turning off the light as he moved toward me. He was different this time. Methodical, but just as dangerous. The lust was there, but it was focused. I watched him stalk toward me and felt a hitch in my breath. He looked savage, his eyes barely open as his jaw clenched and his shoulders tensed.

He reached out, one hand gently stroking my cheek as he stared at me in the faint light streaming through the window. I stared up at him, mesmerized by his quiet strength. It was there, under the surface, his muscles literally rippling with each move. I felt him holding back, but I wanted him to release himself, and reveal who he really was. I wanted to see him lose that control and strip away all those layers of reserve he held onto so tightly. Despite my sixth sense telling me he was dangerous, I never feared for my own safety. It was a different kind of danger that I sensed from him.

“Take me,” I whispered, feeling empowered and daring.

His eyes dropped to my mouth before he closed the distance between us, giving me a gentle kiss before beginning a slow perusal of the inside of my mouth. My hands moved over his chest and down his back before running back up to his hair that was growing out at rapid speed.

He stepped away from me, pulling my shirt over my head before undoing the belt on my jeans. I kicked off my waitress shoes and helped him slide my jeans down my legs. Then, it was my turn to help him strip down to his tight boxers.

I loved his body. I could stare at it all day. It deserved to be worshipped, which was exactly what I was going to do. I stepped closer to him, kissing his chest before running my tongue over his nipple. His hands moved to the back of my bra, quickly unfastening it before gently sliding it down my arms. I kept my mouth on his chest the whole time. Then it was his neck that beckoned to me. I stood on my tip toes and fastened my mouth over his neck, sucking in hard, feeling his cock jut out with the vacuum strength.

My hands roamed over his chest and down his rock-hard abs before I dropped to my knees in front of him. My hands reached up to pinch his nipples as my face aligned with his dick, shielded by his underwear. I dropped my hands, pulling his underwear down and inhaling the masculine scent of him. I could seriously worship his body all day and night.

I reached out and encircled his engorged cock with my mouth, sliding down as deep as I could take him into my throat. I heard him groan and smiled around the dick in my mouth. His arousal was turning me on even more.

I lavished his dick with kisses, licking before sliding down and sucking as I pulled away. I could hear his breath coming in ragged gasps and knew he was close. My hands went to his ass, pulling him closer to me as I attempted to swallow him.

“Fuck!” he growled, stepping away from me. “Not like that. I want to feel your sweet pussy around me.”

He yanked me up, spun me around and pushed me face first onto the bed, my knees dangling over the side. I was breathing hard, anticipating what he would do next. His large, calloused hand reached out and palmed one cheek, then the other, before sliding up to my thong and yanking it down. I lifted my hips, raising my ass in the air.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

I happily got on my knees, my elbows pressed into the mattress as his fingers worked over my already wet pussy. He slid the head of his cock down my slit, nearly sending me into a wild orgasm. He repeated the action again and again, making me frenzied with need. I was pushing back, trying to suck his cock inside me. With one hand on my ass, he spread my legs and slowly pushed in just his head.

“Oh God,” I moaned, my body going completely stiff. I couldn’t move. He pushed in a tiny bit farther. I couldn’t stop the explosion brewing inside my body. I cried out, rocking back against him and swallowing him deep inside my pussy as I convulsed around him. My back arched to the point of pain as every muscle in my body contracted and released over and over.

His hand was soothing over my back, rubbing little circles as my breathing slowed and my body slowly relaxed. He moved his hands to my hips, holding tight as he started to fuck me with purposeful, long strokes before withdrawing and doing it all over again and again.

He was in no hurry as he slid in and out. I felt as if he was taking a slow walk through the park, enjoying every step. It was a lazy fucking. I was surprised at how good it felt. It dragged out every divine second and resulted in the slow building of an orgasm. Instead of one amazing pop of ecstasy, it was extended for several minutes. I heard myself moaning as my body rocked and rolled through another orgasm until I could support myself.

Dropping to the mattress, my body was shaking and quivering with aftershocks. Colton sat down on the bed, his hand stroking up and down my side. I rolled over and quickly climbed on top of him straddling him and sliding over his cock.

I kissed him, plunging my tongue inside his mouth as his hands ran up my thighs. I rolled forward, taking him deeper. I loved the power rush I got with him between my legs. I couldn’t get enough traction to really ride the man like he deserved. He must have sensed my frustration. With me on top of him, he lifted his hips, using his arms to slide backward on the bed, bringing my knees onto the mattress, right where I needed them.

I couldn’t help crying out, as the movement drove him deep inside me as he scooted back a few more inches. My hands reached out to grip his rigid arm muscles.

“Oh,” I moaned, the pleasure of touching him while feeling him inside me grow wetter.

He was flat on his back and I got to work, capitalizing on that new sensation, finding it again and again as I used the angle to push him much higher into my body. I rocked back and forth, deciding this was my new favorite position. My hands roamed his chest and arms, the hardness of his body an aphrodisiac.

When one of his hands reached up, grabbing my nipple and pinching it between his fingers, I nearly exploded. The combination of pleasure and pain was exciting and stirred up all new, virgin sensations that I really, really liked.

“Again?” he questioned.

I panted my answer. His other hand came up and he simultaneously pinched both nipples. My head dropped back as my chest thrust forward, pushing my breasts against him. I could feel another beautiful orgasm building and prepared myself to hold on tight. His hands dropped to my hips before one pressed against my belly, pushing me back a bit more. I leaned back, my hands on his thighs. His finger reached between our bodies, touching the area where we were joined, sending shockwaves through my body.

“That’s it, one more, baby, one more,” he encouraged.

He rubbed harder and faster as I rocked forward. He touched the right spot, sending my body shattering into what felt like a million pieces. My back arched to the point I felt as if I would snap in two. My thighs squeezed together as my pussy seized around his length buried deep inside me.

“Fuck!” he cried out as his own release rocked over him, his fingers digging into the flesh on my hips as he jerked me back and forth over his hard length.

I collapsed on top of him, unable to support my body another second. He had wrung me dry. My mouth lay open on his chest as I sucked in air. I felt myself jerk with aftershocks fueled by the tip of his finger trailing up my spine and then lazily gliding back down.

Groaning, I rolled to the side. He moved to put his head on the pillow, dragging me with him. I snuggled against his chest, never wanting to let go of his body.

“When do you start at the gym?” I asked, my eyes feeling very sleepy as I cuddled next to his warm body.

“I don’t know for sure. I’m going in tomorrow to meet with one guy. I asked if I could drop Abby off tomorrow for a trial run at daycare since I’ll only be gone a couple hours.”

“Has she ever been in daycare before?” I asked, hoping to get a glimpse into his past.

“Not really. I had people I knew watch her.”

“What about when you had fights?”

He chuckled. “No, she didn’t go to the fights. I’m not ready for her to be exposed to that. She’s seen me train in the ring and has a general idea about it, but to her, it’s playing.”

“That’s good.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Do you work tomorrow?”

“Yes, I’m supposed to.”

“Do you think they’re going to give you any shit?” he asked, his fingers gliding up and down my forearm making me feel incredibly relaxed.

“I don’t know. Hell, I don’t even know if I still have a job,” I mumbled.

“They can’t fire you for defending yourself. Can’t you claim sexual harassment?”

I chuckled, loving how naïve he was to the inner workings of small-town life. “Not really. I could, but then I’d never work in this town again.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating his chest. “That’s a little cliché.”

“But true.”

We laid there, both of us lost in our own thoughts. His fingers kept running up and down my arm, lulling me into a state of deep relaxation. I sighed against him. I knew how dangerous it was to sleep with a man I knew so little about. I was convinced he wasn’t married, having now stared at his ring finger so much I’d memorized every little wrinkle and groove on the thing. Abby never talked about her mother and his furnishings did not scream of a woman’s touch.

Maybe I was trying to convince myself. I didn’t know. For now, I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I would do the regret and I’m not going to ever do it again drama tomorrow. Tonight, his body was mine to do with as I pleased. I had a fleeting thought of seeing if he was up for another round. I’d ask him in a couple of minutes. First, I needed to rest for a minute and then I’d take him for another long, slow ride inside my body.