Page 27 of Rescuing Macie

“You are,” Colt insisted. “Your hair is a beautiful shade of brown that reminds me of a thoroughbred. Your eyes are a deep mahogany that hold so many secrets, they make me want to know every single one. You’re the perfect height for me…not too short or too tall.”

“I’m too fat.”

“No,” he countered. “You’re perfect. Trust me.”

Macie bit her lip and nodded.

Colt could tell she didn’t really believe him, but he had plenty of time to make sure she knew he was being one hundred percent honest. For now, he would distract her with pleasure.

He reached down and pulled his shirt up and over his head, loving how Macie’s eyes didn’t leave his body. Wanting to make her feel comfortable, he undid the button and zipper on his jeans and slowly shoved them down his legs. His socks came off next, and then he was standing in front of her with nothing on but his underwear. Briefs that in no way hid his desire for her. He could feel his dick pulsing with desire for the woman in front of him.

“Your turn,” he said quietly, not making a move toward her.

Macie looked up at him and, without breaking eye contact, undid the buttons of her light blue blouse one by one. He looked down when she shook off her shirt and stared at the beauty she’d unveiled for him.

Her tits were still encased in her bra, but his mouth practically watered with the need to suck on them. The bra was a lacy thing that showcased her chest rather than hiding it. With every heaving breath she took, her tits looked as if they were going to pop right out and spill over the cups.

Colt watched as her hands quickly unbuttoned her jeans and she lifted her hips to push them down. She kicked them off, and he barely noticed when they landed in a heap on the floor next to the bed. He was mesmerized by the sight of her.

Her legs seemed to be miles long, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from the slight scrap of lace between her thighs. He could practically smell her arousal, and it increased his own tenfold.

He took a step toward the bed and thanked his lucky stars that she was his. And not just for tonight, if he had anything to say about it. She was his. Forever.

Slowly, he put a knee on the mattress next to her, and she smiled even as she scooted over to give him room on the giant mattress. Colt didn’t hesitate; he moved one knee over her body until he was straddling her and lowered himself. He put his weight on his elbows and sighed in ecstasy as they touched from hips to chest. His cock was hard between her legs, but he wouldn’t hide his reaction from her.

“Hey,” he said when they were face to face.

“Hey,” she returned with a small smile.

He felt her hands move up his sides then rest on his naked back.

“You ready for this? For us?”

“I feel as if I’ve been waiting for this my entire life.”

It was the perfect answer. Colt smiled and kissed her. They made out for several minutes, lazy, long sweeps of the tongue, playful and easy. Then the kiss changed. Became more urgent. He felt her hands clutch his back as her hips arched up into him.

He drew back from her mouth and moved down her body. He put his fingertips on the edge of the cups of her bra and looked up. “May I?”

Macie nodded eagerly.

Slowly and carefully, Colt pulled down her bra until her tits popped out. He inhaled deeply at the sight of her erect little nipples. She was plenty bountiful in the chest department, and something about seeing how turned on she was flicked a switch inside him.

He couldn’t be gentle anymore.

He’d been trying so hard to be a considerate and easy lover so he didn’t scare her in any way, but the second he saw the evidence of her arousal, he lost it.

His mouth descended on one nipple as if it held the elixir of life. Colt didn’t lick and tease, either—he sucked her nipple hard, pushing it up to the roof of his mouth with his tongue as he did so. Reaching for her other nipple, he pinched it with his fingers, making it even harder.

She wiggled under him, arched her back to press deeper, and groaned. Loving how responsive she was, Colt continued his assault on her breasts. He couldn’t get enough. He pushed them together and switched off, sucking on one nipple then the other.

“Take it off,” he mumbled even as he devoured her.

“What?” she asked, dazed.

“Your bra. Take it off,” he ordered.

“Oh!”