I should be putting a stop to it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that. But I couldn’t. My body was demanding more of his touch. His words were making me hot. I groaned as his mouth pressed against mine, his tongue swooping in and stirring up a fire low in my belly. His body felt huge as he pushed against me, completely covering me. The damn clothes were in my way and driving me nuts. I needed to feel his skin against mine.

“Shirt,” I muttered the word out loud, one of my broken thoughts, uttered unintentionally.

Thankfully, he understood and quickly yanked his off before attacking mine.

“Oh God,” I moaned, when his crinkly chest hairs rubbed against my chest.

His hand was behind me, working my bra before ripping it from my body.

“Fuck, I knew they would be perfect,” he muttered, pulling away and looking down at my bare chest. “We need to go to my room.”

I nodded my head in agreement. He stood, then grabbed my shirt and bra before taking my hand and leading me down the hall. This was my chance. I could tell him no. I could stop right where I was and walk out the front door.

Nope. Not going to happen. I wanted this man and it had nothing to do with the alcohol coursing through my body.

“Shh,” he whispered, as we passed a closed door.

I hadn’t actually said anything, but I knew what he was getting at. I followed him into his room. He turned, then very slowly and quietly closed his bedroom door. When he flipped the light on, I gasped, feeling very exposed.

I immediately covered my chest with my arm.

He shook his head. “No way. I want to see this.”

His hand reached out and pulled my arm away. I let my arm drop, and my shirt and bra slid out of his hand and onto the floor while he stared at my bare breasts. I took the time to stare at his chest as well, appreciating the artwork tattooed there. A small set of baby footprints was over his heart with a date above it. It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen.

He stepped toward me, his hand reaching out to touch my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple sending a shiver of pure, white-hot ecstasy down my spine.

“Take off those shorts,” he whispered.

I looked down at the shorts as if I didn’t know what he was talking about. My hands moved to the button, before unzipping them and letting them fall down my legs. I stepped out and used my foot to kick them to the side. His hands moved down my ribcage, his thumbs hooking the tiny lace straps of my thong before he slowly pulled it down.

I shivered in anticipation. The way he was moving so slowly and purposefully was turning me on. He slid the panties down, slowly, as if unwrapping a gift. I heard him suck in a breath when the panties dropped to my knees, exposing my most intimate area.

“This,” he whispered, his hand reaching out to caress between my legs. “This is what I need.”

Somewhere in the back of my mind I was thanking Rose for pushing me into that little trip to the salon to tidy things up. I hadn’t expected anyone to actually see the area, but I was glad Colton was impressed.

His mouth closed over mine once again as his hand cupped me between my legs, my panties still hanging around my knees. One of his long fingers slid over my crevice, drawing a moan from my lips. I pressed my tits against his chest, loving the way the coarse hairs rubbed over my sensitive nipples.

When he pulled away from my mouth, I gasped, missing the contact. He dropped to his knees in front of me, shocking the hell out of me. His face was lined up with my bare crotch. Before I got the chance to feel nervous, he kissed my pelvis before moving further down. One hand slid between my thighs, edging them apart. The panties around my knees were now being stretched but keeping my legs from opening any wider. With his index finger, he parted my folds before using his tongue to lap at me.

“Oh God,” I cried out.

He shushed me, his lips moving against my pussy, the sound sending delicious vibrations over me. I moaned, my head dropping back and my hair tickling my lower back as it hung free and loose.

His tongue was driving me over the edge. His teeth scraping across my clit before his tongue pushed inside me.

“I can’t,” I whispered.

“You can,” he said, the words spoken into my pussy.

My legs felt weak. I just knew I was going to fall on top of him. “Colton,” I groaned, knowing I was about to explode.

His response was to push his index finger inside me while suckling the hard, overly-sensitive nub. I crumbled as the orgasm washed over me in juicy wet waves. I felt his arms around my waist, lowering me to the floor of his bedroom. I was gasping as my body tightened into a ball of contracted muscles with the powerful climax.

He crawled over me, kissing a trail up my stomach, over my breasts and finally my mouth. His jeans were rubbing against my skin that felt raw.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured against my neck.

“Your jeans,” I muttered, my brain refusing to work at forming complete sentences.

“Slow down,” he whispered, “we have all night.”

I rolled my head back and forth. He had provoked some wild beast inside me. I needed him more than ever. With a strength that surprised me, I forced him away from me, throwing him to the floor and crawling my naked ass on top of him.

“Jeans. Now,” I demanded.

He grinned. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”

My hands reached down to work at the buttons, not interested in talking. I wanted to feel his cock in my hand. I needed him inside me.

“Stop,” he commanded, my hands froze.

I looked up to meet his eyes, begging him not to leave me aching with need.

“Roll over.”

I stared at him, not sure I knew what he was saying. He decided to show me, grabbing me around the waist and easily lifting me from his body and depositing me on the floor next to him. I watched as he got to his feet and stripped off his jeans. When his cock sprang free, I was wet all over again. He was perfect. I reached up, grabbing him with my hand, brushing my thumb over the head of his satiny smooth cock.

“Get up. I don’t want rug burns,” he growled, reaching down to help me get to my feet.

I happily climbed up, pressing my body against his. He was hard all over. I felt like a cat, purring and rubbing my body against his. I heard him growl a second before his mouth closed over mine. He was walking me backward, my body hitting his tall dresser, sending bottles toppling.

He kept kissing and pressing against me until I felt my butt hit the wall. His hands reached down and grabbed mine, lifting my arms and pinning them to the wall on either side of my head as his pelvis ground into me while his tongue slipped in and out of my mouth. I was pinned to the wall in the best way imaginable.

One of his hands released mine, dropping between us. A second later his dick was probing at my entrance. I hiked one leg around his waist, as he slowly pushed inside me, my other hand still pinned to the wall beside me. He drove into me, impaling me against him as he pushed me against the wall.

“Fuck me. God damn,” he groaned. “I need more,” he grunted, shoving higher inside me.

My hand went to his back as I tried to get closer to him. His stubbled face rubbed against my neck as he thrust high and deep.

A frustrated growl tore from his throat before grabbing my ass and yanking me off the ground, both of my legs wrapped around his waist.

“More!” he growled close to my ear. “I need more.”

I wanted to give him everything I had. I wanted more of him. My fingernails clawed into his back as I tried to push my body against his. He violently thrust upward, once, twice and on the third time I felt as if I was flying. I cried out, quickly pressing my mouth to his neck to muffle the sound of my ecstasy.

I was pulled away from the wall and deposited on the bed, his body joined with mine the entire time.

“I can’t get enough,” he whispered, above me.

My hands cupped his face. “I’m here. Take more. I want more.”

His blue eyes were staring into mine with such fierce intensity I felt like he could see into my very soul. Our bodies rocked and moved together, his eyes closing as he pushed in impossibly deep. A whimper escaped my mouth and he immediately stopped moving.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, strain evident on his face.

I nodded, reaching down to grab his ass and pull him deeper. “Better than okay. Fuck me,” I begged.

His eyes held mine as he slowly moved in and out of my body, scraping his dick along the walls of my pussy with each lovely stroke. It was a slow burning fire, increasing with every caress inside my body.

The tempo picked up and I could feel his muscles flexing and straining. It was like riding a powerful rocket. I knew he was going to explode. The anticipation was making me crazy, fueling another orgasm. When he erupted inside me, I felt as if I were soaring, flying higher and higher, unwilling to settle back down onto earth. He had taken me somewhere I had never been before.

When the heavy breathing and tiny muscle contractions did slow and finally cease, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. There was a sudden awkwardness between us again.

He rolled off me and I quickly scrambled off his bed, frantically pulling on my clothes. I looked back at him, he was lying there in all his naked glory watching me move around. The harsh light felt too much now that the passion had faded.

“Bye,” I said, then slid on my sandals and rushed out of his room. I heard him chuckle behind me.

“Jenna,” he whispered my name just as I was about to walk out the front door.

I turned to look at him, questioning him. He stared at me for several long, seconds before muttering goodbye.

I practically ran home, kicking myself for letting my desire lead me straight into his bedroom. I couldn’t believe I had just had sex with my neighbor, with his little girl in the next room. I had no idea what came over me.

Yes, I did.

Passion. Lust. Desire. All rolled up into one very delicious ball of pure ecstasy. That was what came over me. I had known from the moment I laid eyes on him that I wanted him. Now that I had a taste of him, I wasn’t sure if I would regret it in the morning. Maybe he would regret it and never want to look at me again. I couldn’t blame the alcohol, either. I was buzzed, but not drunk. I knew exactly what I was doing when I kissed him back and I knew exactly where it would lead. That had been the point of kissing him in the first place.

I’d worry about the shame and guilt tomorrow, I thought, climbing into my own bed. Tonight, I was going to bask in the afterglow of some of the best sex I had ever experienced.