Page 77 of Oathbreaker

His hand lands on the center of my chest and he pushes.

Not hard.

But hard enough I end up back in bed.

And he’s climbing on top of me.

His lips find mine again, and this kiss is hot, deep, wet. Urgent. Our bodies out of control, needing to touch, needing to make up for lost time.

When he releases my lips, I’m grinding against his thigh, already close, moaning out his name as he kisses his way along my jaw, to my ear, flicking out his tongue, tasting the sensitive spot behind it.

I shiver.

Then I’m moaning again because he’s kissing his way down my throat…and not stopping until he makes it to my breasts, cupping one, closing his lips around my nipple and?—

“Colt!”

“Mmm,” he groans, sucking harder, using his free hand to palm my other breast, to tease the nipple there with sweeps of his thumb.

I dive my hands into his hair, holding tight to the deep brown locks.

Keeping him against me.

Needing him close.

He switches breasts and I melt, because God that feels good.

So good that I barely notice his hand sliding down my side.

But I do notice it when his fingers dip under the waistband of my underwear.

I stiffen, a bucket of icy water pouring over me.

He feels it, stopping, lifting his head from my breast and meeting my eyes. “Baby?” he asks and it’s a rasp.

I look away, shame and guilt and need warring.

His hand slips out of my underwear, comes up and cups my jaw. “Talk to me,” he says gently.

I swallow hard, tears threatening again.

And I don’t know if it’s that I’m exhausted, if it’s because it’s late, or if it’s because this is Colt…but I tell him the truth.

“I’m not ready for this.”

Silence.

His big body going so, so still.

Then he sighs softly and rests his forehead against mine. “I know.”

I blink, look up. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes are gentle. Warm. “Don’t ever apologize for stopping when you’re uncomfortable.”

“I—”

His fingers flex. “Not ever. You get me, baby?”