Page 68 of Fatal Vision

“You always were a big tease.” But he was grinning now and staring her in the eyes again.

She took one of his hands and brought it to her breast, blinking her eyes in mock innocence. “Who me?”

“Shelby…” his voice held warning.

“Why, Mr. Bells, I do believe you can be a bit of a tease yourself. Like right now. I’m giving you every signal in the book and you still haven’t—eep!”

Colton pushed her up against the wall. Her legs threatened to give out—not due to her coma-induced weakness—but from relief that he was taking her seriously.

Kneeing her legs apart, he crushed his lips against hers. His tongue slipped inside, teasing, licking, demanding.

Answering the call, she let hers tango, fingers charging through his hair, dragging him even closer as her leg hooked around his.

God, he felt good. Strong, solid, safe.

Fire.

His hands went under her shirt, just as demanding as his lips as they unhooked her bra and freed the girls. His thumbs skimmed her breasts, stroked her nipples. Moaning, she arched into those hot hands as he kneaded her flesh.

Need. Desire. An ache so deep she couldn’t catch her breath. Colton was the only one who could ignite this kind of fire inside her.

The only one who could quench it.

She kissed, licked, and bit as he peeled off her shirt, then her sweatpants. His fingers found the spot between her legs and she shivered as he thumbed her through the thin, flimsy satin of her panties.

She nearly came right there, just flew apart at his touch. All of it…her case, her recent brush with death, Colton’s absence…all the emotions she’d been suppressing rushed to the surface.

Especially the fear that she might never remember what happened. That was the biggest of all.

Her panties fell to the floor. Supporting her with his hands on her hips, Colton lowered himself and took her with his mouth. It was forceful, his tongue swirling over her sensitive flesh only once before driving home.

A cry ripped from her throat; it was too much. Too damn good. As he held her steady, she did, indeed, fly apart, the orgasm forcing a cry from her lips as her hands clenched handfuls of his hair.

Her vision went white, but Shelby didn’t care. He continued to work her with his tongue until the orgasm was milked to the max.

Boneless, she slid to the floor with Colton’s help, her legs falling open as she lay weightless in his arms. Stars danced under her eyelids and then he let her loose. She heard his belt hit the floor as he shucked his jeans. Cracking open her heavy lids, she watched him sink onto his knees, his hands caressing the inside of her thighs.

“You are so goddamn beautiful.”

The evening drew around them like a soft blanket, the overhead light spotlighting their bodies. “You’re pretty fine yourself,” she said, reaching for him. “And we’re not done yet.”

The familiar smug grin lifted one corner of his mouth. “Happy to oblige, ma’am.”

His fingers went to work, his lips following their path and sucking at her skin. She climaxed again, gripping him tight even though he wouldn’t give her what she really wanted.

Him. His hard cock inside her, filling her up.

But God, who complained about an orgasm, no matter how you got there?

When he reduced her to a quivering mass once more, she fought through the blissful floating sensation. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, take me, Colton. I want you inside me.”

He kissed her neck and shifted. Her gaze was too blurry to see well. “You don’t have to ask me twice, beauty queen.”

And then the hot, heavy weight of him bumped the inside of her leg. It wasn’t possible, but she managed to spread her legs even more, anticipating, longing.

He didn’t take his time with her. Didn’t go slow. Oh no, he knew she was more than ready, and he took her hard, slamming himself inside her right up to the hilt.

She cried out, loving it, and digging her nails into his back. “Yes, this,” she said into his ear as he lingered in that position for a moment.