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“Close your eyes.”He waited until I did.“Tell me whatyoufeel.”

“I feel yourbigcock.”

I could practically hear his grimace.“I don’t want dirty talk and I don’t want you to stroke my ego...just my dick, thank you very much.Don’t tell me what you think I wanttohear.”

So this wasn’t a game.Understood.“My heart isracing.”

He placed his hand over my heart.“Good.Whatelse?”

“I’m throbbing around you.You’re a lot.Different.Itfeelsgood.”

He rocked deeper into me.“Whatelse?”

“My nipples aretingling.”

He moved his hand down to cup my breast.“You’re beautiful, Annie.Trulybeautiful.”

I couldn’t keep my eyes closed.I needed to see him so I could know what emotion went with those words.His hand trailed down my stomach, over my hip, and upmyleg.

“You’re strong.Ilikethat.”

“I like knowing I can take care of myself.”Something I’d never confessed to anyone about my workouts.Everyone always assumed it was for my Hollywood perfect body.And that was important, for sure.Part of being an actress was fitting a visual mold to tell a story.I accepted a certain amount of attention to my looks when I decided to follow in my family legacy, but that wasn’t why I lifted heavy or ranmarathons.

I did that tofeelsafe.

“I like knowing you can take care of yourself.”He dipped down and stole a quick kiss, his eyes locked on my lips with a furrow on his brow as he slowly forced himself to look back into my eyes.“I can hear how important it is in your voice.I hate knowing anyone has ever made you feel unsafe.”The look in his eyes took my breath away.The absolute anger and despair.It wastoomuch.

“Kissme.”

He nodded quickly, realizing how fast the situation was spinning out of control.Maybe if we kissed we could wipe away the feelings and situations we couldn’t change.A kiss could do that, couldn’t it?It was that powerful.It said what Icouldn’t.

I felt safe with Colt, even though it was too soon.He had already given me a sense of security when I was with him and a need to feed off thatassuredness.

It didn’t make sense, and yet it was howIfelt.

He rocked into me over and over, his strokes growing longer and more urgent.He held me close and I swear it was because he didn’t want to let me go.I loved watching the sweat form on his brow, the muscles of his shoulders flex.Our bodies moved together, working to find pleasure that could wipe away allthepain.

It was alltoomuch.

“Faster,Colt.”

He quickened his strokes, his grip almost bruising as heheldme.

“Harder.”

He gritted his teeth as he pushed up, searching for more room.“Jesus,Annie.”

I felt it too.The heat, the sweat, the need for release.We were both wound up tight and desperate for the fall.He slammed into me, the force stimulating everything allatonce.

It kick started my orgasm and I latched onto Colt for dear life as it torethroughme.

“Fuck, yes.That’s right, babe.”He worked me until I was absolutely spent, finally slowing to drop kisses and murmur words of praise.“That was amazing.Are you okay?Do you needanything?”

“Just to feelyoucome.”

He laughed.“Are you sure you’re ready?Enjoythis.”

He was sweet and I appreciated it, but that wasn’t what I’d wanted.I grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled him down.“I want to feel you come, Colt.I want to watch you losecontrol.”