Page 86 of Tame Our Wild

Wait. Why isn’t the elevator moving?

I struggle to reach around him, pressing the buttons for floors five and seven. “You’ve got less than thirty seconds before I reach my floor. So, make your case, cowboy.”Those turquoise eyes shift to a midnight green that reminds me of a blanket of summer grass under the moon—a jolt of excitement bolts through my body. He places an arm over my head to prop himself up while the other finds the band of my jeans. His magical fingers disappear under the denim, slipping beneath my panties, and glide down to my core.

His middle finger floats over my clit before he pushes it inside me, catching both of our breaths simultaneously.

His head falls forward. “Fuuuck. After ignoring me all night at the bar, how does it feel to know you have the power to completely unravel me? Maybe I should’ve taken you back into the bar to let everyone see the beautiful mess I made of you. Does that make you wet, knowing that you’re completely full of me, and I would’ve had no problem marching you around like my cumslut because you’re mine and I want them to know it?” His filthy words have my body trembling beneath him. Colson’s raspy chuckle is my undoing. “All you have to do is ask nicely, and I’ll give you more.”

A choked whimper escapes my throat as the elevator shifts gently to a stop. He removes his hand from my jeans slowly, keeping his gaze on me the entire time as he slips that finger, soaked with our arousal, between his lips, tasting both of us.

The door slides open, and he gives me a condescending smile. “How’d I do?”

Well, the fact that I’m even more turned on than I was, I’d say he was more than successful. I’m about ready to pounce on him and add the elevator to the slim list of places I’ve had sex in public. The parking lot was my first.

I clear my throat. “Case closed.”

“What’s the verdict? We could stay here in the elevator and hit that emergency button.” He watches me curiously, anticipation radiating from him.

Placing my hands on his chest, I push him backward gently but hard enough to make him stumble and briefly lose his footing. “My room.” It’s closer, and I don’t have the patience to make it two more floors in the elevator with him.

Seconds can feel like a lifetime, and I’m not taking any of them for granted while I still have the chance. While we still have a few more weeks before everything changes and we go our separate ways. While I still have time to soften to the man who hardened me long ago, before he started breaking down my walls and I started to crumble his. I know he’s still hanging on to a few fragments that he’s afraid to let me see, but I’m hoping we still have enough time. Enough of the season left that he will let me into the places he never lets anyone else touch.

When I go to pull my hands back from shoving him, he snatches one of my wrists and hauls me toward him. My chest collides with his, his lips sealing over mine like he’s starving and I’m the meal he’s been waiting for. I should be nervous about being caught, since I know some of our competitors share this hotel with us, but it’s too late, and unlike us, they are probably asleep by now.

Colson lowers his body and picks me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his hips and locking around his lower back.

I pepper kisses under his jaw. “Room 507.”

He cups my ass, making long strides across the chaotic pattern hotel carpet toward the end of the hall. I roll my hips, grinding against his erection below me. I crave another taste of him, loving the way his shaft felt against my tongue and at the back of my throat.

He groans when I move again, slamming me back against a wall, which I assume is my door. If it’s not my room, I try to find an ounce of sympathy for whoever is in there, only to fail miserably because we’re surely going to wake them up with the noise we’re making.

I’m correct that it is my room when he orders, “Key card.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he wastes no time taking it as an invitation to shove his tongue between my lips, as he thrusts his hips up into me against the door. All our clothes are on, and the blistering heat between us alone is enough to nearly make me combust.

When I have a brief chance to gulp in some air, I quickly respond with, “Back pocket.”

“While I’m opening this door, I want to feel your talented tongue against my neck before it’s gliding against my dick.”

“Yes, Coach,” I exhale, doing exactly what he asked as my lips attach to his neck.

“Whether it’s riding a bull or my cock, you always listen to me so well.” His hands roam my ass until he finds what he’s looking for and pulls it out. He leans his head to the side to focus on unlocking the door while I drift my mouth up the soft slope of his neck and over the dusting of facial hair on his jaw.

When the door opens, he instantly finds my lips again. I’ve never loved making out more, but somehow, with him, it is just as erotic as any of the other things we have done. His mouth makes love to mine, and it’s euphoric.

A throat clearing filters through the space, making Colson’s muscles tense and solidify beneath my hands. His grip is tense, his flexed fingers digging into my ass. He pulls his mouth away from mine, but I can’t seem to stop. Not until his stern tone snaps me out of the heated moment.

“Harlow.” His fingers pulse into my flesh.

“Hmmm?”

“Uh … you have a visitor.”

His words have the butterflies in my belly turning to stone. Turning my head to follow his line of sight, my eyes nearly bulge out of my skull. We aren’t alone in this room.

My room.

Oh, shit.