Page 105 of Wilde Hearts

Laughing, he slowly pulled halfway out of me, then plunged back in.

“I don’t want slow and tender, Colt. I need you. All of you. Fast and hard.”

“Anything for you, my love. Anything.”

True to his word, Colt gave me exactly what I asked for. He moved fast and hard, and soon our bodies were covered in sweat. The sounds of our lovemaking filled the room, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I felt whole again.

The missing part of me was finally home.

“God, Ensley! I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed this,” he managed to say, as he moved even faster inside of me.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”

He rose to his knees, gripping my hips. The different angle was just what we both needed.

“I’m close, baby. Fuck, I’m so close, Pip!”

I grasped for something to hold on to as the buildup began.

“Colt! Oh—I’m going to come!”

“I’m coming, Ensley. Fucking hell! It feels so damn good.”

When Colt thrust one final time and stopped moving, he fell forward and we embraced tightly, our breaths deep and fast.

“We…came…together,” Colt gasped, before he peppered kisses along my jaw. “I love you, Ensley.”

I ran my fingers through his hair when he lifted his head to look at me. “I love you, too…and that was…”

We both laughed.

“I don’t have words to describe how good that felt,” I finally said.

Colt moved off of me and I instantly missed his warmth. “Stay right there.”

Throwing my arms over my head, I stretched and said, “I couldn’t move if I wanted to!”

I heard the shower turn on and, moments later, heard Colt. “Let’s take a shower.”

My head fell to the side. “I’m limp. I’m so relaxed, I don’t think I can stand.”

Laughing, he walked back into the bedroom, naked as the day he was born, picked me up, and carried me to the bathroom.

“No bath?” I giggled.

“Shower sex sounds much better.”

I arched my brows. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to perform that quickly.”

With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he stepped into the large shower. “Give me five minutes.”

I opened my eyes to find sunlight streaming into the room. My body ached in the most delicious of ways as I stretched. I turned to the side and saw I was alone. I sat up, stretched once more, and climbed out of bed. Picking up my phone, I gasped when I saw the time was a few minutes after nine.

With a quick look around, I saw one of Colt’s button-down shirts and quickly slipped it on before making my way out of the bedroom.

Colt was standing at the large window, looking out, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist.