Page 127 of Finding Denver

He laughs against me. “You can go to sleep if you like.”

“Absolutely fucking not,” I say, and I moan softly as hemassages one of my breasts, his other hand gripping the back of my thigh to lift my leg. “Condoms?”

He pauses. “Fuck. I don’t?—”

“You don’t have condoms? Colt, shame on you.”

He looks like he’s biting back a chuckle. “Denver, I haven’t been with anyone since Callie.”

There aren’t enough long blinks in the world to give me chance to absorb that. “But … it’s been?—”

“Eight years.”

A shuddered breath leaves me as he runs his fingers through my hair. This has always meant more than just sex to me, but now … “Well, I’m on birth control, and I haven’t been with anyone since coming to the city. If you’re happy to not use them, so am I.” His smile is slow, but real, and he nods. “Good. Because … you’re going to fuck me. And then you’re going to come inside me.” He whispers a curse against my skin, and I gasp softly as he glides his cock across my entrance. “And thenyou’llhave to regroup.”

His laugh is wicked. “Will I?”

“Yes, because I plan on riding both your face and your cock before the sun comes up.”

He bites my earlobe. “Sounds good to me.”

He eases himself inside me, and my eyes roll back with each inch. He stretches me, fills me, and his breath becomes uneven the deeper he goes. I fix my gaze on him, our eyes locked, the deep, dark blue an abyss before me. He doesn’t look away, and neither do I as his hips meet mine.

“I … I need a second,” I whisper, and he nods, kissing me softly. I’ve never been this full. This close to coming from barely any friction against my core.

The thoughts I’m having shouldn’t be on my mind, but I can’t help it. The sex between Ranger and me was passion, a storm of fury and want that constantly crackled betweenus. He made me feel safe, but he took from me. He always took from me. I lost pieces of myself, but I willingly gave them over in return for pleasure.

But this … this is …

Sharing. Joining. A back and forth, a push and pull. Not him, not me, but us. Colt is pulling in low breaths, and maybe he feels it too, because I think we’re both trembling, lost in each other, in this moment that I never thought I’d share with a man who used to be my enemy.

“Made for me,” he whispers.

I cup the side of his neck and nod, because he’s made for me, too.

People are introduced into our lives as a lesson. Sometimes those lessons are cruel. They leave scars, and darkness, and shadows. And some are sent as a blessing. A gift. A “sorry I put you through this, but here is your reward.”

Colt is my reward. He is my gift. My blessing.

And I’ll get my forever with him. I’ll fight with everything I have in me to be his, and only his. Our happiness won’t be fragments.

Our happiness will be whole.

My lips meet his and I gently move my hips, a signal for him to keep going. I’m ready for him, for this, and he pulls back slowly. I moan into his mouth, and he thrusts forward. Sparks of pleasure flash across and through me, and he does it again, and again. Each meeting of our bodies is ecstasy, and when he moves to his knees, he runs his hands up my body, gripping my hips.

I’ve never seen such fire in him. Such want.

He snaps his hips forward and I let out a cry of pleasure, my fingers entwined in the bedding. He picks up speed, slamming into me, my breasts shaking, my body unravelling beneath him. I reach up and grip the headboard,arching my back as Colt powers into me. Pressure builds between my legs as he fucks me, and when I feel his hand press against my abdomen and his thumb circle my clit, I erupt.

My cry is close to a scream as my orgasm thunders through me, gripping and tightening each muscle. My mind scatters into a thousand lights, and Colt pulls out, moving me onto my side. He grips my hip, sliding back into me, my thighs together as he fucks me in this new position. He kisses my neck, thrusting into me hard, fast, and powerful.

“Colt … Colt, I’m going to come again?—”

The orgasm is numbing, beautiful, a wash of pleasure. Colt swears, fucking me harder, whispering my name, and slams into me a final time.

My eyes are closed, choppy breaths leaving my mouth as Colt slides out of me, warmth trickling between my thighs. He leans over me and I lie on my back as he kisses across my chest. I arch needily as his fingers dip back inside me.

“One more, Del.”