Colton’s hands were on her in an instant as he helped her to stand. Skimming over her clothing. Caressing her skin. “My pleasure,” he said, his voice deep. His eyes heated with arousal. “Those might’ve been the sexiest damn words I’ve ever heard you utter.”
“You barely even know me—”
She gasped as he ducked down and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing against her tender skin, his fingers running through her long hair. He nipped at her again, causing her to arch up and thrust her breasts against him. He growled in approval, his rough hands moving lower and pulling the straps off her shoulders. His gaze fell to her full breasts, now rapidly rising and falling, and then he was ducking lower and kissing her cleavage.
Leaving her whimpering before him.
“God you’re gorgeous,” he murmured a moment later as he slid the top further down, revealing her lace-clad breasts. His hands paused at her waist, and she chuckled as she realized why he’d suddenly stopped.
“You have to unzip the side. A woman has hips, no?”
“Hell, who came up with this? Take it off before I tear the damn thing in half.”
“My, my, such a temper,” she teased, playfully putting her hand in the middle of his chest and lightly pushing him back.
Colton took one step backward and then stood perfectly still, barely daring to move, and she saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. She turned to the side, enjoying the affect she was having on him. Glancing at Colton over her shoulder, and slowly unzipped the side of her romper, playfully showing him the edge of her red lace thong.
“Hell. And now you’re stripping for me,” he said, his voice gravel. He practically shook as he stood in place, ready to move toward her again, and she admonished him. He fisted his hands at his sides as she smiled.
“Tsk, tsk. You have to wait until I undress. You only get to look before you touch.”
He growled as she pushed her outfit down her legs, shimmying to get it all the way off. She stepped out of it and turned in a full circle, clad only in her red lacy bra and thong. Time seemed to stand still as she once again stood facing him, and then suddenly he was moving forward. Sweeping her up into his arms.
He lay her down on the bed and prowled on top of her, holding himself up with his muscular arms. “You’re such a tease, kitten. But two can play at that game.”
“Oh?” she asked, biting her lip as she looked at him in challenge.
“Oh yes,” he said gruffly, moving one large hand to her breast, letting his fingers trace over the red lace cup. She whimpered as the fabric rubbed against her peaked nipple, and then he palmed her entire breast, capturing her cries with a kiss.
Warm lips moved against hers, and then his tongue was demanding entrance. Sliding against hers. Claiming her mouth.
He kneaded her breast before grazing his thumb over her nipple, sending her into a new frenzy of desire. Arousal dampened her thong panties, and Colton nudged her legs apart with one of his own. He kissed his way down her body, his hands and mouth everywhere. Her breasts spilled over the top of her bra as he tugged the cups down, and then he was kissing, suckling her. Teasing each nipple into a hardened tip.
A few swipes of his tongue had her crying out. Clutching the bedspread with her hands.
He kissed his way lower, across her flat stomach. Her fingernails raked against his head, her red polish a sharp contrast to his dark hair. Was she urging him on or begging him to stop? But then he was moving lower. He hovered above her pussy for a moment before completely passing it over while she groaned in frustration.
“Do you need me, kitten?” he asked huskily, slowly moving his mouth up one inner thigh. His light kisses and nips had her shaking as he approached her sex. His knuckles lightly brushed over her mound, and then he moved to her other leg, kissing and nibbling her other thigh as she helplessly bucked up against nothing.
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
She felt his breath against her leg as he chuckled. “I am kissing you, kitten. I plan to kiss your entire body. I want my mouth over every single inch of your skin.”
She mumbled in Spanish, knowing he wouldn’t understand a single word she was saying, and then whimpered as he finally worked his way toward her sex again. He hovered above her pussy, exactly where she needed him.
“Do you have any more of these?” he asked, his voice dark. His thick fingers ran under the edge of her thong.
“Si. An entire drawerful at home.”
“Then you won’t miss this one,” he said, ripping it right off her. She gasped in surprise, but then he was pushing her legs farther apart. Kissing her swollen folds as he settled her legs over his broad shoulders. Spreading her wide for his taking.
“I’m in charge now, kitten,” he said, using his thumbs to part her lower lips and grant him further access to her.
“Colton,” she gasped, for once at a complete loss for words. She murmured in Spanish as he began to pleasure her. He teased and lapped at her pussy, tracing his tongue through every fold as she writhed on the bed.
She cried out, trying to buck against him, and his hands gripped her hips in an iron hold.
She was completely bared to him, vulnerable with her legs spread over his broad shoulders, and Colton hadn’t even undressed yet.
Moving lower, he gently penetrated her core, thrusting his tongue in and out, and she lightly bucked up against him, helpless to his demands. Two thick fingers replaced his tongue as he began licking her sex again, and she cried out as he finally circled her swollen clit.
He began to thrust his fingers in and out as her inner walls tightened around him, and then he sucked her swollen bud into his mouth, teasing her mercilessly with his tongue. She gasped for breath, crying out as he built her up, and then just as she was about to fall over the edge, he pulled back, leaving her practically sobbing.
He kissed her thigh softly as her inner walls clamped down around nothing, her body aching to be filled. Consumed. Claimed by this man. She panted for breath and cursed at him in Spanish, desperate for release.
Colton chuckled, enjoying this far too much. “I told you I was going to tease you, kitten.”
“You fight dirty!”
“Hell. I could go down on you all night. I could spend hours—days—lapping up your arousal. Making you fall apart from only my mouth.”
He moved closer and kissed her core again as sparks of arousal shot straight through her. Her nipples hardened into aching peaks, her clit throbbed, and she lay gasping, spread wide before Colton as he did whatever he pleased.
“What do you need, kitten? Just tell me.”
“Colton!”
He slowly moved his tongue over her folds again as her breasts rose up and down, lazily lapping up her arousal as he purposefully avoided her clit. His tongue found her slick channel once more, and he slowly thrust it inside, moving way too slowly to grant her any form of release.
To give her anything near what she needed.
She cried out again, moving against him as he pulled back. “Tell me, kitten,” he said, kissing her sex again before hovering above it. “Tell me what you need.”
“Please,” she said, bucking up toward him.
“Please what?” he hinted, a smug look on his chiseled features.
Her legs shook on top of his shoulders, and she whimpered as his lips barely brushed against her quivering folds. He lightly kissed her again, the barest hint of a touch.
“Colton,” she begged, “please make me come!” She tossed her head back and forth, her hands fisting the bedspread as Colton finally obliged and lightly flicked her clit with his tongue. She cried out, the touch nearly too much to bear.
Colton eased two, then three thick fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out of her hot, slickened channel. Arousal dampened her thighs she was so wet and ready for him.
And then he sucked on her clit. Hard.
She screamed, helplessly bucking against his face as she exploded, her orgasm going on and on. She tried to pull awa
y as the sensations finally became too much, but he gripped one of her hips, holding her to him. Determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of her.
She cried out his name as he somehow brought her to orgasm again, Colton feasting on her pussy as her legs remained splayed over his shoulders, her body his to command. She bucked and writhed as her sex fluttered against his mouth, her orgasm going on and on.
Breathless, she finally collapsed on the bed, utterly spent.
Colton eased his fingers from her and softly kissed her sex, letting her down from her climax. Her legs trembled as he slid them from his shoulders, and her chest heaved up and down.
“Hell, kitten,” he said, licking her arousal from his fingers before prowling back up her body, his muscular frame caging her in. His hardened cock pressed against her, still constrained in his jeans. “You’re the sweetest damn thing I ever tasted.”
“Colt—oh my God,” she gasped.
“Shh,” he said, tugging her bra back into place and pulling the covers around her. Her red lacy thong lay flung on the floor beside her red outfit. “Sleep.”
She gazed at him in an orgasm-induced haze, and briefly closed her eyes as he ducked down to kiss her temple.
A moment later, she was fast asleep.
Chapter 3
COLTON EMERGED FROM the bathroom the next morning, his gaze landing on Camila sleeping on the king-sized bed, her gorgeous body only partially hidden by the tousled sheets. Her smooth caramel skin contrasted with the white cotton, her breasts barely covered by the white fabric, the sumptuous globes looking ripe and tempting. Her tousled dark hair fell softly around her shoulders, and one shapely leg came out from where the sheet was loosely wrapped around her.
And she was stunning.
Gorgeous.
The type of woman he could get used to waking up next to, if he believed in that sort of thing.
The early morning Miami sun peeked in through the curtains, and he crossed the hotel room, pulling them fully shut.
Biding himself a little more time alone with her.
He strode back over toward Camila, his erection straining against his boxer briefs. He wasn’t above waking her up for a quick romp between the sheets, but she looked so goddamned peaceful and innocent at the moment.
Camila innocent, he thought with a smirk.
She was more like a seductress, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure out of him.
But the soft way her hair fell across her face, her body relaxed in slumber made him see her in an entirely different way.
Rather than her tempting and teasing him, enjoying the ways she could give him pleasure, she looked fragile. Feminine in her beauty, but in a way that brought forth his protective instincts. Sure, last night he’d happily stripped her clothes right off of her and taken her again and again, enjoying how she’d cried out his name.
But now?
He wanted to wrap her up and keep her safe.
Not send her on the next flight to Bogota.
Not give her right back to her father.
He glanced at his phone, noting the text message lighting up the screen saying that his flight had been rescheduled for later this morning. No surprise given the bright sunshine outside. The storm had moved on overnight, just like he would in a couple hours.
The slight pang of regret in his chest was something he didn’t want to examine too closely.
Camila stirred, rustling lightly beneath the twisted sheets as he set his phone back on the nightstand. Her eyes opened, watching him sleepily.
“Good morning, kitten.”
His voice was husky. Soft. Not demanding like it had been last night, when he’d enjoyed pleasuring her in every way imaginable.
Her gaze drifted over his bare chest and fell to his erection. “A very happy morning, indeed.”
Colton smirked, the bed sinking as he sat down beside her. As she watched him with hooded eyes, he was unable to resist running a hand down her bare arm.
Her skin was so impossibly soft and smooth.
“We could order room service,” he said, his voice low.
“Why waste our time on food?” she asked, turning so the sheet fell lower across her. She sat up, loosely holding the sheet to her stomach, her full breasts in glorious display. Large nipples stood out against her caramel skin, and he resisted the urge to touch. Taste.
Claim what was his once more.
Cocking her head slightly, she smiled. “Cat got your tongue? I mean certainly you’ve seen a naked woman before, no? A woman aside from me?”
Colton chuckled, his gaze dancing over her bare flesh. He met her playful gaze. “I need to keep up my strength. You brought me to my knees last night, kitten.”
Camila laughed, that rich throaty sound he loved so much. His eyes were drawn downward once more, to her full breasts bouncing lightly up and down. Hell, he could watch her all day long.
Forever.
“All right,” she agreed. “Room service then.”
“Then what?” he asked huskily, watching as she reached across him for the menu, completely uninhibited. Such a change from some of the women he usually spent the night with—the type who didn’t want to be seen without makeup on and every hair perfectly in place.
Maybe Camila was still wearing makeup from last night—how the hell would he know. But she wasn’t rushing to the bathroom to quick touch up everything. He’d mostly noticed her red lipstick last night, and that had quickly disappeared after a night of lovemaking.
Lovemaking. Shit.
He’d taken her to bed for a one-night-stand. Distracted her so he could bug her belongings and track down her father.
When the hell had he become so damn sappy?
“Mmm,” she said, her red manicured nail running down the menu. “I’ll just have fruit and toast. And coffee of course.”
“Of course,” he murmured, glancing at the menu himself.
“Why don’t you order while I go freshen up?” she asked, letting the sheet drop completely as she stood. He watched as she walked toward the bathroom fully nude, her shapely calves and legs leading up to her gorgeous rounded ass. Her hair moved around her slender shoulders as she walked, and she turned to blow him a kiss before walking into the bathroom. His cock hardened at the sight of her bare breasts. And then she disappeared, pulling the door shut behind her.
He muttered a curse as he heard the shower starting.
Room service could wait if it meant he’d get to see Camila, dripping wet. If it meant his hands could be running all over her gorgeous body. If his cock could be thrusting into her tight pussy.
He stripped off his boxer briefs and crossed the room, enjoying the way she squealed in delight as he joined her in the shower.
“MAKING A CALL?” SHE asked thirty minutes later, emerging from the bathroom clad in only a large white bath towel.
Colton tucked his phone in his cargo pants, his eyes shielded from her. “Yep. Just had to check in with the boss. The flight delay changed my plans and all.”
She watched him for a moment before padding across the room. “Ugh. I’m dreading returning to reality,” she said, flopping down onto the bed. “Give me another few days in Miami, and I’ll be a happy woman.”
A knock sounded at the door, and Colton crossed the room to get their room service cart. He glanced back at her, and she smiled and stepped out of view from the door. “You’re for my eyes only, kitten,” he said, his voice husky.
“Meow,” she teased, and he chuckled.
Something about the possessiveness in his voice thrilled her. As did the smoldering look he gave her when he brought their food into the room.
“Everything all right?” he asked a moment later, noticing the frown on her face as he poured them two cups of coffee and uncovered the plates. She tossed her phone onto the bed and picked up one of the cups, taking a small sip of the delicious dark roast.
“It will be—just family stuff. My father wasn’t too happy I spent an additional ni
ght in Miami as it is. He prefers having me close by, where he knows exactly what I’m doing at all times.”
“Your father?” Colton asked, taking a bite of the four-egg omelet he’d ordered. Complete with ham, cheese, and a dizzying amount of vegetables. Compared to her own small bowl of fruit and slices of toast, he’d ordered enough food to feed an army. She wondered again what he did—not that they’d had much time for small talk.
Something physical, for certain.
He was pure muscle beneath that tanned, masculine flesh. Rock hard where she was soft. And his body moving confidently over hers had been a dream. The stuff fantasies were made of.
Colton was a wonder with his mouth and hands—and that magnificent cock of his. She’d been more than happy to play with him last night. And he’d certainly surprised her with the endless number of ways they’d made love. Camila had expected him to be ready for some quick and dirty sex, but the way he’d repeatedly sought her pleasure?
Made her beg and plead to come?
Heat rose within her just recalling it.
“My father loves to control my life,” she said, a frown forming on her face. “Sure, he gives me plenty of money for shopping, traveling, dinners out, and the like, but as for doing anything else? Nada. He wants me under his control.”
Colton cleared his throat, those observant eyes watching her. “He wants to control you? Has he hurt you?” he asked, his voice lowering even more. He sat impossibly still, his eyes trained on her.
Camila laughed, the humor not reaching her eyes. “My father thinks women are good as only two things—lovers or prostitutes. But no, he hasn’t laid a finger on me. Nor will anyone else. When I’m in Colombia, I have bodyguards with me at all times. No freedom without him knowing where I go. No privacy since I have guards with me at all times. It’s complicated.”
Colton let out a low whistle. “Sounds like it. Why don’t you leave?”
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