Page 99 of Fake it for Keeps

Every logical part of my brain screamed yes.

But my body had other ideas. And apparently, so did my heart.

“No,” I admitted roughly. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Then shut up and kiss me.”

So I did.

I kissed her like it was my last five minutes on earth and she was the only other person in the world. I backed her toward the bedroom, our mouths never parting, our hands exploring like we hadn’t just done this two nights ago.

Except this felt different.

The first time had been explosive. Desperate. We’d barely made it to the bed.

This was slower. More deliberate. Like we were savoring it instead of racing toward the finish line.

I pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. Worked the button of her jeans while she tugged at my shirt. We shed clothing piece by piece, leaving a trail to the bedroom, until we were both in our underwear.

I laid her on the bed and took a moment to just look at her. She was beautiful. All curves and soft skin and dark hair spread across my pillow. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths. The way she looked at me, like I was the only man on the planet, made something crack open in my chest.

“Come here,” she said, reaching for me.

I went to her like I’d been doing it my whole life. Covered her body with mine, kissing her neck, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. Taking my time because I could. Because she was here and willing and we had all night.

“Colt,” she gasped when my mouth found her breast. “Please⁠—”

“Patience,” I murmured against her skin.

“I don’t want to be patient.”

“Too bad.”

The woman drove me mad. I loved learning her body. There were so many spots to discover. And tease. I decided I would get to know every last inch of her. Her body was mine to tease and tantalize. To torture until she was writhing and begging me.

And I planned to do exactly that.

“Colt,” she said my name on a moan. Like she was in pain.

I liked that. I liked that I could give her so much pleasure her body didn’t know what to do with the sensations.

I hoped she was ready for a long night.