Page 83 of Colt
I helped her with the buttons, shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside. Her hands immediately went to my chest, palms flat against my skin, and I watched her eyes darken as she traced the new tattoos she didn’t remember.
“This one’s new.” Her fingers found the ink over my heart—a small lilac flower I’d gotten three years ago, drunk and devastated on our anniversary.
The morning after, I’d thought about covering it. Never got around to it. I still had Lilac’s name on my chest. Usually that was the first thing a brother did when an old lady left—cover her name, her flower, whatever mark she’d put on you. I’d never gotten around to it.
I’d never wanted to. Never questioned why.
“Couldn’t let you go. Even when I hated you, I couldn’t let you go.”
She rose on her toes and pressed a kiss to the tattoo, her lips soft and warm. The tenderness of it nearly undid me. “Lilac.” Her name came out rough, desperate. “I need—”
“I know.” She pulled back just far enough to grab the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. “I need it too.”
Fuck. She was beautiful. Fuller now than she’d been before the boys, softer in places, and somehow even more perfect. I reached for her, hands spanning her waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through the lace of her bra.
“You’re staring,” she whispered.
“I’m memorizing.” I walked her backward toward the bed. “In case I wake up and this was all a dream.”
“Not a dream.” She sat on the edge of the mattress, looking up at me. “I’m real. This is real.”
I knelt in front of her, my hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher. “Then let me worship you the way I should have been doing for the past seven years.”
Her breath caught as I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. Then higher. Her fingers tangled in my hair as I hooked my fingers in her underwear and pulled them down, revealing her to me.
“Colt—”
“Let me.” I looked up at her, holding her gaze. “Let me make you feel good, baby. I’ve been dying to taste you again.”
She nodded, her chest heaving, and I lowered my mouth to her.
The sound she made—a broken moan that ended in my name—was the sweetest thing I’d ever heard. I licked into her, slow and deliberate, relearning every sensitive spot I’d memorized years ago. She was wet and sweet and perfect, and the scent of her arousal—musky and feminine andher—made my head spin. When I sucked gently on her clit, her thighs clamped around my head.
“Oh god. Oh god, Colt, I—”
I didn’t let up. Worked her with my tongue while I slid two fingers inside her. Her hips bucked against my face, her fingers pulling my hair hard enough to sting, and I loved every second of it.
“I’m going to—” She gasped. “Colt, I’m—”
“Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
She shattered with a cry, her whole body trembling, her inner walls clenching around my fingers. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as the waves subsided, pressing soft kisses to her thighs.
When I finally pulled back, she was sprawled on the bed, chest heaving, eyes glazed.
“That was…” She laughed breathlessly. “I definitely remember that now.”
“Good.” I stood, working at my belt. “Because we’re just getting started.”
Her eyes tracked my movements as I stripped off my jeans and boxers. When I stood before her naked, her gaze traveled down my body and her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“I remember this too.” She sat up, reaching for me. She wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking slowly, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from embarrassing myself. “I remember how you felt inside me. How you’d fill me up until I couldn’t think straight.”
“Keep talking like that and this is going to be over very quickly.”
She grinned—that wicked, playful grin I’d fallen in love with—and stroked me again. “We’ve got hours. We can go more than once.”
I growled and pushed her back onto the bed, covering her body with mine. “Careful what you wish for.”
