Page 63 of Tame Our Wild

Not once is there distance between our mouths. They’re magnetized together—fused in a way that has heat flooding between my legs. I’m wet. So goddamn wet for him. Colson’s branding me with his mouth, and I want to feel it sear every inch of my skin.

If kissing him feels like this …

I’m fucked.

He walks forward with me in his arms as he lowers me onto the top of one of the barrels. My legs open instinctively, his hips thrusting forward to drag the hard length of his cock concealed in his Wranglers across my core. He’s huge. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve soaked through my jeans at this point.

It’s like this kiss is allowing him inside my head to read my thoughts. He pulls back, still standing between my legs, leaving me breathless and gasping for air.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes.

As if he can’t help himself, his fingers find my jeans. I don’t stop him as he expertly pops the button. It’s a tight fit, but he slides a rough hand into my pants and under my panties. He presses a palm into my thigh, opening me up further to give him access.

As his fingers glide through my arousal and over my clit, the pleasure he brings me is another bomb fracturing my walls.

Colson lowers his head to my shoulder, releasing a groan of satisfaction when he drags his finger through my seam. “Yeah, you feel like you hate me.” He lifts his gaze, his hot breath brushing across my swollen lips. “Your mouth may say one thing, but I know the truth in the way this sweet pussy pulses against my fingers.”

His name is a broken whisper. “Colson—”

His hand moves, only the tips of his fingers sinking into me, making me shudder, before he slowly pulls his hand out of my jeans. There’s no pause in his movements as he thrusts his fingers, glistening with my arousal, into his mouth. It’s the hottest thing I’ve witnessed in my life as his tongue wipes away any trace of me.

Colson’s eyes hold mine as he releases them with a pop. His smile is so arrogant it could make me come right here on this barrel.

He reaches forward, tucking a lock of blonde hair behind my ear. “How does it feel knowing that when I ride in a few minutes, I’ll still have your taste on my tongue?”

“Uh—” I can’t form a coherent thought as my body pulses with the need for more.

He laughs, rearing back. “Might want to focus, dust bunny. After this ride, I’ll be in the championship round with you, and I know how badly you want to kick my ass.”

I leap off the barrel, buttoning my jeans. “How am I supposed to focus for the final round now?” I can’t keep the whine from slipping through my voice.

His lips quirk at one corner, and it’s absolutely devastating. “I may be your coach, but I’m also your competitor. Can’t take it too easy on you.”

I bite the inside of my lip, shaking my head. “God, you are way too competitive.”

He turns and struts away, his tone hinting at the smirk he’s wearing. “You’ve met your match, Harlow Hartt.”

TWENTY-SEVEN | COLSON

Gravel crunches below my truck tires, the sound grating against my skin. We should both be ecstatic about the outcome of this last event in Salt Lake City. Harlow placed fourth, and I placed second. Honestly, I’m more excited for her than I am for myself, and that’s saying a lot.

Things have been relatively silent between Harlow and me since I kissed her. The worst thing is that I can’t tell what’s going through her head.

Unfortunately, I know what’s going through mine.

That was the best fucking kiss I’ve ever had in my life, and I’ve been trying to keep my dick from waking just thinking about it. Her lips. Her delicate tongue. The way she gasped and moaned when my finger brushed against her sensitive core that was begging for more.

Her mouth may feed me lies, but her body gives her away.

It’s been two nights since that moment transpired between us in the back of the arena, and each day when we got back to the hotel, I ended up with my fist wrapped around my cock. I tried not to think of her, but she seeped through my skin with the scalding water as I pumped my overly hardened dick to the thought of her under me on that barrel. When I came, I told myself that when it disappeared down the drain, it would cleanse her from my system.

Then my fingers choked my cock the next night to the thought of her hotel room being a floor under mine. And then I pleasured myself again this morning, before we met at the airport, so I could suppress the urge to kiss her again.

I want her.

I want her so badly that it’s painful to look at her.

We pass under the sign with the Payne family brand hanging over the driveway, and the ranch house comes into view. I can sense her eyes on me, but when I glance over, she instantly looks away. When I finally park in the driveway, I hop out and round the hood, opening her door for her.