Page 80 of Oathbreaker

“Believe me—it’s the same for me.”

“Can I touch you, baby?” I take a moment to search her face.

“Please.” Her eyes turn to liquid fire as she caresses my cock through my sweats.

She’s so God damn beautiful—sometimes it hurts to look at her. But I want to do a lot more than look.

My hands drift down to her ass, and I squeeze two incredible handfuls. She’s curvy in all the right places, and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of exploring every inch of her. It may not be tonight, but it’s coming and that’s enough for me. Hell, this alone would be enough for me. As long as I’m winning her over, keeping her and Frankie in my life, that’s all I need. Anything else is a bonus.

“God, Colt…” Her voice is a breathy whisper filled with need.

I turn us so we’re on our sides facing each other, and she drags my hand to her breast. Fuck, I’m going to embarrass myself if we keep this up but there’s no stopping because this time she’s kissing me, one arm around my neck while the other goes back to exploring beneath my shirt.

And I return the favor.

Her breasts are large and full, bigger than I remember, and I run my thumb back and forth across her nipple. I love the way it feels as it pebbles against my finger, her breath hitching. She arches her chest against my hand, and I squeeze, kneading and caressing as I take possession of her lips.

“You wet for me, baby?”

She moans an affirmative response right into my mouth, and my cock gets even harder.

I let one hand travel south, the feel of her silky skin a poignant reminder of how much I missed her. How badly I want her. How perfect she is.

“I don’t want to rush you…” I whisper.

“Shh.” She pauses to meet my eyes. “Touch. Me.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. My fingers make short work of the button and zipper of her jeans, peeling them apart to give me better access. It’s almost completely dark out and we’re covered with a blanket, but I don’t need to see to feel what’s happening between us.

To hear her moan deep in her chest when I skim across her mound.

To feel her tilt her hips up, making it easier for me to slide my hand along the soft curls inside her panties.

To catch the way she moans, long and deep, the moment I press a finger between her delicate folds.

She’s fucking dripping.

For me.

The slickness between her legs—and on my fingers—is almost too much.

I dip the tip of my finger into her warm, tight entrance and?—

“Fuck, Colt…it’s been so long.” She groans, canting her hips so I can slide that finger all the way in.

This time, we moan in unison.

Fucking heaven.

“Oh…Colt!” She cries out softly, so I press a little harder, looking for the spot that will send her over the edge.

She’s so tight and wet, I can’t even imagine what that will feel like on my cock, but it doesn’t matter because she buries her face in my neck as she clamps down around my hand. Her pussy flutters and spasms, each wave of her orgasm making her jerk against me.

That small contact is enough to send me over the edge right after her, and my only regret is that I couldn’t look at her face while she came.

“Holy shit.” She sounds breathless. “That was…well, it’s been a long time.”

“For me too,” I admit, chuckling. “It didn’t take much. I’m sorry if it was too quick.”