Page 84 of Colt
“I know exactly what I’m wishing for.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer until I was pressed against her entrance. “I want my husband inside me. Now.”
“Protection?” The word came out strained—being this close to her and not inside her was its own kind of torture.
“I’m on the pill. Have been since the boys.” Her hips tilted up, seeking. “Now stop being responsible andtake me.”
I pushed into her slowly, savoring every inch, watching her face as her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted on a moan. Seven years, and she still felt like home.
“Lilac.” Just her name, nothing else. “God, I missed you. I missed this.”
“I’m here.” She cupped my face, pulling me down for a kiss. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
But even as she said it, the fear came back. What if something took her from me again? What if this was temporary? What if I woke up tomorrow and she was gone? “Promise me.” The wordstore out of me, desperate. “Promise me you won’t leave. That I won’t lose you again.”
Her eyes opened, meeting mine, and I saw my own fear reflected back. “I promise,” she whispered. “But you have to promise too. No more secrets. No crazy missions.” Her eyes searched mine. “I know you, Colt. Maybe not everything but I knowyou.”
The lie formed on my tongue—I promise—but I couldn’t say it. Not when I knew what Dutch and I were planning for Death’s Head.
She saw my hesitation. Her eyes went flat. I felt her start to pull away even as our bodies stayed joined.
“Colt—”
“I’ll come back to you.” I kissed her. “Whatever happens, I’ll always come back to you.”
The tension left her face, her eyes softening—relief, plain and open. I started to move—slow, deep strokes that made us both gasp. She matched my rhythm, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her nails raking down my back.
“Faster,” she breathed. “Colt, please—”
I gave her what she wanted. Drove into her harder, faster, the bed creaking beneath us. She moaned with each thrust, her head thrown back, her body arching up to meet mine.
“You feel so good.” I was losing coherence, losing control, losing everything except the feel of her around me. “So fucking good, baby. I never—I never forgot how good—”
“I know.” She pulled me down, her mouth finding mine. “I know. Me too. I feel it too.”
We moved together like we’d never been apart. Every touch landed somewhere it mattered, every kiss desperate and deep. I could feel her building toward the edge again, her inner walls starting to flutter around me.
“Come with me.” I slid a hand between us, finding her clit, circling it with my thumb. “I want to feel you come while I’m inside you.”
“Colt—” Her voice broke. “Oh god, I’m—yes, there, right there—”
She broke around me, her whole body trembling. The feel of her clenching around me pulled me over the edge with her. I buried myself deep and let go, spilling into her with a grunt.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, neither of us willing to break the connection. Finally, I rolled us so she was sprawled on top of me, her head on my chest, our bodies still joined.
“I love you,” I said, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” She tilted her head up to look at me. “I remember loving you before. But this—what I feel right now—this is new. This is ours.”
I heard it in her voice. “You scared?” I asked.
She went quiet a second too long. “Terrified,” she finally admitted. “What if I never remember everything? What if the old Lilac was someone you loved more than this version of me?”
“Hey.” I cupped her face, making her meet my eyes. “You’re not a different person. You’re you—then and now. And I love every version of you. The one I married, the one who survived seven years alone, the one lying here with me right now. All of you.”
A tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m scared I’ll disappoint you. That I won’t be enough.”
“You’re more than enough.” I pulled her closer, tucking her against my side.
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