Page 53 of Blue Norther
My core ached with need. My pussy was athirsty, traitorous bitch. Because what the hell was I going to do about my horny heart? Every time I closed my eyes, Colt’s bare chest was there, and I just wanted to reach out and touch him. To feel his hands brush down my arms. We’d gone to bed with my belly cradled in his hands, and I prayed for his fingers to slide down my body?—
“Damn, girl. Pull yourself together,” I mumbled as I pushed back from the table. It was only two in the afternoon, and after sitting in front of a screen for hours, I should get some fresh air…
Instead, I walked up the stairs. My maternity leggings were down by my ankles and flung off into oblivion the second I walked through the bedroom door. I waddled over to the bed, plunked down on the mattress, and sighed as I flopped back against the pillows.
A very undignified grunt escaped as I grabbed Colt’s pillow and wedged it on my left side, turning until my belly was resting against it. God, I moved like a beached whale, and I knew that no one would ever find me sexy in my current state. Thank God I knew how to take the edge off.
I slipped my fingers under the blanket, down my body until they rested against my clit. It was almost a miracle I didn’t have to contort my body to reach past my belly. No. Nope. I wasn’tthinking about that. I was going to give myself one respectable orgasm and get back to work. Just something to take a little bit of the tension away.
My finger moved in slow circles. Jesus, my hips were already twitching to move. My body begged for more friction, and I wished I could give it to her. But this was going to have to be enough.
I closed my eyes, lifting my leg just a little so I could get a better angle. Yes. Oh, shit. Yes. My breathing picked up, and I let my mind wander…
What if it wasn’t my hand making me feel this way? What if my husband?—
My hips bucked at that thought, and suddenly, I could feel him there between my legs. The echo of his five o’clock shadow scratching my thighs as he licked, and sucked, and sent me over the edge. My fingers slowed and their movements became more deliberate as I found the perfect pace.
Yes. The memory of that night in the cabin was one of my favorites. The way he’d looked at me, the love I felt pouring out of him…
“Oh, God! Colt!!”Fuck me.My orgasm slammed into me, the sound fading out as blood rushed away from my head down to my throbbing core. Everything became hazy as I let my body melt into the afterglow of my orgasm.
My heartbeat was thumping so loudly in my ears it sounded like someone was running up the stairs. I laughed, silently thanking my body for remembering to take care of this instead of leaving me in misery for another night.
Until I felt frantic hands land on my arms, shaking me.
I screamed. Louder than I had ever fucking screamed before in my life.
“Violet! What the fuck is going on? What’s wrong? Is it the baby?” Colt’s frantic eyes searched my face.
“What…What are you doing home?! You scared me half to death!”
“Me? You screamed my name out just a minute ago! I thought you were having the baby!”
“Go. You have to get out. You’re not supposed to be home. I can’t…I’m not…”
Colt’s eyes dropped to my chest, his own breathing picking up. “Oh. I…fuck, Vi. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” He cleared his throat and stood up. “I’ll just…uh…Fuck. I should leave, right?”
I was on the verge of either hysterical laughter or sobs, and honestly it could have gone either way. His big brown eyes looked up from the floor the moment the first fit of laughter broke through.
“I can’t believe I didn’t remember that’s what you sound like when you fall apart,” he said, his voice filled with gravel.
“Why would you remember?”
That was clearly the wrong thing to say—because Colt came back to the bed, sitting with his hip resting against my belly. His hand came up to rest against my cheek, and suddenly that laughter felt so much closer to a sob than I wanted it to.
“Violet. That sound was always the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard in my life. From the very first time I got to hear it to just now. I think about it every time I fuck my goddamn hand in the shower. It’s etched in every last cell of my brain. It’s myfavoritesound. I should have fucking known.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Oh.”
“Can I hear it again?”
His question made my body flush red hot, like cinnamon had been sprinkled across me. And Colt was standing there, looking like he wanted to lick me clean. “You want to…”
“Hear it again. But this time, can I be the one responsible for you screaming out my name again? Can I make you feel good?”
God. Yes. Yes!! Please!!No. I needed to breathe, because every inch of my body was pulling towards him. I was practically panting over the idea of him touching me again. His strong, tattooed arms holding me, the corded muscles tense as he worked my body.
I closed my eyes and swallowed.
