Page 37 of Losing Control


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My cock immediately jumps at her words. She’s testing me, right? Trying to see if she can get a rise out of me. But the only thing rising is in my pants. I narrow my look at her. “Careful, I can’t promise to be a gentleman if you keep pushing me.”

Her cheeks turn a delicious shade of pink as her eyes begin to sparkle. “Maybe I don’t want you to be.”

Fuck. I turn my body to look at her straight on. “Tell me what you want, Libs.” The pulse in her neck quickens as her lips part, begging for my attention.

“I want you,” she breathes. And that’s all it takes for my last thread of decency to snap and I scoop her up and sit her on my lap so she’s straddling me.

I search her eyes for any trace of hesitation, needing to know she has a clear head. “Tell me again.”

She leans in, her hair falling in my face, and it smells fucking phenomenal. Her lips find my neck, pressing a gentle kiss. A rumble climbs up my throat. Straightening herself back upright, she cups my jaw with her hands. “Treat me like your wife, Colt.”

Letting out a low growl, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and bring her mouth to mine. The force causes a small moan to escape her lips and my dick twitches. She apparently feels it because she pulls away from my mouth and looks down at my lap and gives a sexy little smile, clearly pleased with herself. With a new wave of confidence, she comes back down hard, taking control of kissing me back this time.

As she bites my lip and pulls it towards her, I see the fire in her eyes. Yes. This is the Libby I couldn’t wait to get my hands on since first seeing her on Facetime. She lets go of my lip and slides her tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine, claiming me. My hands find her thighs and I squeeze the softness I find there.

Libby grabs the bottom edge of my shirt and pulls it up, breaking our kiss long enough to slide it over my head. Tossing it on the floor, she comes back to our kiss with even more intensity. I run my hands up her thighs, around to her back, and pull her into me. I can’t get enough of her like this. She is completely letting loose and I want to soak up all of it.

Grinding her core against my groin, she lets out a desperate moan that drives me crazy. I test the waters by sliding my hands under the hem of her shirt so they’re touching the skin on her sides. She’s so warm, so soft. As I dig my fingers in to pace myself, Libby drops her kisses to my jaw and then to my neck. I lean my head back on the couch to give her full access as she sucks and kisses her way around it. All while creating the friction she needs in my lap.

Then she bites. “Shit,” I hiss.

She withdrawals and looks at me. “Is that not okay?”

“Libs, you can do whatever you want to me and it’s more than okay.” I lean forward and nudge her nose with mine. The passion ignites in her eyes and she grabs her shirt and yanks it off in one movement, leaving her in her jeans and purple cotton bra. Taking in all of her, inch by inch, I shake my head in disbelief. “You are absolutely breathtaking, Libby.”

Her cheeks turn the hottest shade of red and she runs a delicate hand down my chest and abdomen. “You’re not too bad yourself, Gibson.” Her eyes flutter up to mine. “Tell me what you want.”

Well, that is the easiest fucking thing to answer. “You.”

“No, Colt,” she leans in next to my ear and whispers, “tell me exactly what you want.” And I’ll be damned if that isn't the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.

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Colt throbs against my center at my words. “You are something else, Libs.” His voice is dripping with ecstasy. The reaction he has to me is building my confidence higher than it’s ever been. I feel like I can be completely myself and he not only accepts it, but treasures it. The whole holding myself back went straight out the window sometime between him asking me to stay home and the third time I touched him during our board game.

I'm done keeping things out of arm's reach. Done not taking what I want. “What are you going to do about it?” I challenge as I grind my hips against him. His eyes turn dark and he flips us so that I’m on my back and he’s hovering over me. One knee between my legs, the other one next to me as he plants his foot on the floor. His hands are on either side of my head, holding himself up.

“I’m going to worship every inch of you.” It’s not a statement, but a promise that goes directly to my core. Everything tingles as he lowers himself to my lips and kisses me gently. I try to push up to deepen it, but that causes him to pull back more. “Uh-uh. You just lay here while I appreciate you.”

I smile at the thought of him doing just that, and electricity runs through my veins. Colt was ridiculously hot. But shirtless Colt promising dirty things was mind blowing. Broad shoulders, strong arms, and solid abs. It’s obvious he gets his muscles from an honest day's work versus at the gym.

“First…” he presses a kiss to my neck, “I’m going to work my way down your beautiful body, kissing every inch of you that I have access to.” He kisses between my breasts. “Then I’m going to get these very unimportant clothes out of my way and kiss the rest of you.” Kissing my navel, he looks up at me. The sight makes my body ache.

Working his way over to my arm, he trails kisses up. “You have no idea how hard it has been to keep my hands to myself when it comes to you.” Getting to my shoulder, he gives it a nibble and I gasp at the delicious sting it leaves. He works his way down my other arm. “How badly I’ve wanted to kiss you…” he says as he plants another one on my stomach, “to taste you…” his mouth lingers over the zipper of my jeans, “all of you.” And he pushes a kiss right into the apex of my thighs, causing me to writhe underneath him.

Pushing up on his knee, he runs his hands up my legs until he gets to the button and pauses. “May I?”

“Yes,” my voice barely whispers.

Keeping eye contact, he unbuttons my jeans, pulls down the zipper and grabs the waistband, sliding them down until and tossing them on the floor. I feel exposed, laid out on the couch in just my bra and panties.

Colt’s eyes roam my entire body, acting as if he can’t decide where to look. “I've dreamt of this body for weeks, Libs. And I plan on taking my sweet time with you.” I don’t say anything. Anxiously waiting to see what he does next. His focus comes back to my face and his sexy smile appears.

“What?” My nerves are on end, not knowing what's going through his head while I lay here half naked.

“Nothing.”

I pout. “It doesn’t feel like nothing.”

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