Courting Innocence

by Kimberly Dean

  Things were going too fast, yet they’d never get there fast enough.

  She clenched her hands together in her lap. Oh, God. She was losing it.

  ‘Relax,’ Colton said as he let them in the front door of his home. The row house was exactly as she remembered. Long and skinny, with stairs leading up to the second floor. Where his bedroom must be…She’d never been up those steps before.

  Fretfully, she tucked her hair behind her ear. She glanced around the living room and down to the kitchen area. With only the entryway light on, they were dimmed in shadow. ‘You need to update this place. I mean, really. Have you even rearranged the furniture since we helped you move in?’

  He cupped the back of her head. He was closer than she expected. ‘I need a good interior designer. Want the job?’

  Her eyelids became heavy when he gently massaged her scalp. ‘Yes.’

  ‘Relax,’ he repeated. He pushed her coat off her shoulders and hung it from a hook on the wall.

  ‘I’m nervous,’ Erin whispered. She hesitantly settled her hands on his chest when he took off his overcoat, too. He felt warm and solid underneath his suit jacket. Muscled and male. She forgot how big he was until she got up close like this.

  His hands settled on her waist, and he kissed her forehead. ‘Me, too.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Really.’

  She took a slow breath and saw his gaze drop to her chest. The scooped neckline of her dress wasn’t scandalous, but it did show cleavage. She imagined his mouth there, and her nipples throbbed. If he licked her, she just might scream.

  ‘I…I want you more than anything.’ She could hardly get the words out. ‘But I don’t know if I can…keep up.’

  The fears and uncertainty came rushing back. She wasn’t that experienced. She’d only had one lover and, from the kisses she’d shared with Colton, she suspected her ex hadn’t been that good. Colt was a whole other thing, in an entirely different league. He’d spanked her in the car. Would he do that again? She’d liked it, but could she really jump right into the deep end?

  He kissed her temple, and his thumbs strummed over her cheeks as he cupped her face. ‘Nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to happen, Sunny.’

  She spread her fingers wide on his chest. She could feel his heart thumping and racing. ‘But I want to make you happy, too.’

  ‘I already am.’

  She caught his tie and pulled him down until their lips were a hairsbreadth apart. ‘Why are you nervous?’

  ‘Because I’ve wanted you for so long, I might lose it before I even get inside you.’ His eyelids dropped, and his breath brushed over her face. ‘I don’t want to make a mess all over you.’

  Erin’s edginess drained right out of her through her toes. She’d never heard anything sexier. ‘That wouldn’t be a bad thing.’

  ‘Yes, it would.’ He caught her by the waist and then was lifting her up against him. Erin hopped onboard and pushed at his jacket. He contorted, trying to get it off and hold her at the same time. When it was gone, she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Their mouths locked in a kiss that rocked her world, and he headed for the staircase.

  The way he carried her so easily made Erin shiver. He’d always been a sports fanatic. He spent more time at the gym than was healthy, but she sensed it was for stress relief. She worried that he pushed himself too hard. He’d always carried the weight of the world around with him.

  She loosened his tie and ran kisses along his jaw line. She’d be happy to act as a stress reliever for him.

  Her dress was rucked up high, and he slid his hands underneath it to cup her bottom. Her thong offered no protection, and the skin-on-skin contact made her bite her lip as pleasure shuddered through her.

  Oh, God.

  He squeezed, and she felt her juices flow. Spanking or not, he’d made her so sensitive down there, she could barely stand it. She rocked against the hard ridge of flesh between her legs, and he caught the door jamb.

  ‘Careful,’ he said hoarsely.

  She wanted him to come. She wanted to feel him all over her. Threading her fingers through the hair at the back of his head, she kissed him lustily. She didn’t want to be careful. She wanted to experience it all with him.

  They didn’t bother with the lights or even the curtains. Moonlight streamed through the window, highlighting them both as he stopped by the bed.

  Erin wanted to stay right where she was, in his arms and close to his body, but she needed to feel him naked even more. He set her on her feet. Her balance on her high heels was tenuous, but she reached for his belt.

  He caught her hands quickly. ‘The first time will probably be fast.’ He ran his thumb over the pulse at her wrist. ‘And hard.’

  ‘The first time?’

  He nipped at her lower lip. ‘Don’t count on getting much sleep.’

  Erin let out a shaky breath, but she understood. She was riding right on the edge, but it would take all night to satiate the hunger inside her.

  He moved her hands off his belt to the skinny one around her waist. ‘You take off yours, and I’ll take off mine.’

  Her mouth was wet, and her hands clumsy. She tried to deal with the belt buckle, but it was tiny and uncooperative. When it finally loosened, she turned and offered him her back.

  The butterflies in her stomach were flying in a million different directions.

  She glanced over her shoulder. ‘But I need help.’

  His dark eyes flared.

  She felt his heat and his size as he stepped up behind her. He gave a tug on the tab of her zipper. As unsteady as she was, Erin reached back and caught his thighs. His breaths were hot against the back of her neck. The zipper loosened as he dragged it down, seemingly for ever.

  ‘Aw, Christ,’ Colton said when her dress gaped open.

  He slid it forward, off her shoulders, and reached around to cup her breasts. Erin’s fingers bit into his legs. His thumbs ran over the padded cups, pressing down when they found the hard little bumps in the middle. ‘It’s like that bikini you wore.’

  She let out a soft cry. Tiny electric jolts were running straight from her nipples down to her core. She knew exactly what he was talking about. The bikini she’d worn at the pool on that fateful day had been the same shade of hot pink, but she hadn’t chosen her lingerie tonight for him.

  It was just fate.

  Her back arched as he took the weight of her breasts in his hands. ‘Did I tempt you at all back then?’

  When she’d been strutting around, practically begging for his attention?

  ‘Are you kidding?’ he said hoarsely. Taking her hand, he moved it between their bodies and placed it over the zipper of his pants. ‘I’ve had to deal with this hard-on for over eight years.’

  The size of him more than filled Erin’s palm, and heat burned in her fingertips. She felt him all along her back. He towered over her, making her feel sexy and feminine. Taking the smallest of steps, she brought their bodies together. ‘That sounds painful.’ She gave him the gentlest of squeezes. ‘Maybe I can help.’

  He had her on her back before she could say another word.

  Everything became rushed then. Squirming on the bed, Erin pushed down her dress. It snagged on her heels, and she tore them off. Colt made a protesting sound, but she tossed them across the room. He went quiet when he saw her in only her bra and thong. Hot-pink, they nearly glowed fluorescent in the moonlight.

  Erin pulled down the bedspread and pushed back the blanket to get to the sheets. He was a man who made his bed; she’d expected nothing less. She reached for the back tab of her bra and loosened it, but she forgot what she was doing when she saw him pushing down his pants and a pair of black briefs.

  Her pulse thundered in her head when she saw him standing over her naked.

  This was Colton. Her Colton, and he was naked and so beautiful, she could cry.

  This had to happen.
She didn’t care if the phone rang, the bed broke or the house caught on fire. She’d waited for too long.

  Her eyes went dry as she stared at his erection, and her pussy throbbed. He was hung. Big and thick. She wanted him inside her desperately.

  He reached down and looped two fingers around the band of her bra between her breasts. She inhaled sharply. He tugged, but the elastic straps stretched and resisted. She rolled her shoulders, and he peeled the bra off her. His hand fisted in the feminine garment as his gaze burned against her bared flesh.

  ‘Erin,’ he breathed.

  After years of trying, she finally had him alone.

  ‘Hurry,’ she whispered.

  He tossed her bra aside and caught her hot-pink thong where it rode high on her hipbones. Leaning back on the mattress, Erin dug in her heels and lifted. Her stomach squeezed as he stripped her bare.

  She lay in the shadows of the moonlight, feeling hot and sexy and so turned on she could barely think.

  ‘You’re perfect,’ Colton said as he towered over her. So big, so tall, so dominating.

  Self-consciousness came over her then. She was far from perfect. She had so many failings that she was trying to improve. ‘I’m too short.’ She covered her breasts self-consciously. ‘And my breasts aren’t very big.’

  She jolted when his hand slid between her legs and cupped her possessively. ‘You’re perfect,’ he said firmly.

  ‘Ohhhhhh,’ Erin groaned. She hadn’t expected him to start there. Her legs squeezed tight and her thighs captured his wrist. His fingers stroked her, parting her to delve into her dampness.

  His thumb rubbed deliberately over her clit, and her hips bucked forward.

  The mattress dipped when he climbed on to the bed with her, and she rolled towards him. She let out a sharper cry when his mouth locked onto her breast. He simply nosed her hand aside, licked the turgid peak and latched on. The way he suckled her was so strong, her entire breast throbbed.

  She cried out again. There were no roommates here, nobody who might interrupt them. ‘Colton!’

  He pressed his knee between hers to give his hand more room to work. When two of his fingers pushed into her, Erin whimpered and rolled onto her back. Her thighs fell open widely, and Colt rolled on top of her.

  His mouth left her breast, and he looked down into her face. His eyes were almost wild, that monumental control stretched so thin, it was ready to snap. ‘I warned you,’ he said raspily.

  ‘Yes,’ she agreed. ‘Yes.’

  She wanted him. Hard and fast. Slow and sexy. Wild and rough. She’d take him however she could get him.

  Her fingers bit into his shoulders as his hand did nasty, wonderful things to her down below. She was so wet, she could feel the stickiness on her thighs.

  Abruptly, Colton pulled his fingers out of her pussy. Hooking his arm under her knee, he lifted it up and out. Erin’s breath took a stutter-step. She wasn’t familiar, but she felt controlled. And absolutely willing.

  Her heart raced as she watched him position his big cock at her opening. The pressure started, and she felt her opening stretch to take him.

  But then he stopped, leaving her hanging right on the precipice of fear and delight.

  ‘God damn.’ The muscles in his neck strained when he lifted his head to look her in the face. ‘I’m clean,’ he promised.

  Oh, God. She hadn’t even thought of that. She felt herself cream around the blunt head of his intrusive cock. It was barely inside her, the pinch making her feel him, but not where she needed him the most.

  ‘I’m on the pill,’ she cried.

  His thrust was hard and deep, and she arched up into him. ‘Oh, my God. Colton!’

  He was moving in hard, jerky motions. She could feel him trying to take it slow, but she was so overwhelmed. He felt huge inside her. Thick and long. He filled her, and heat radiated out from her core. It swamped her, and she clutched at him desperately.

  His weight came down on her then, and his mouth took her other breast. Her nails raked down his back as his hips pounded into her over and over again.

  The thrusts were coming harder and faster. With her leg bent and out to the side, he held her open to his taking. The position let him go deep, and a sharp cry careened from Erin’s lips.

  The pleasure was sharper and more intense than anything she’d ever felt. Anything she’d ever dreamed.

  Not only was this sex with Colton, it was fantastic sex.

  The bed rocked, the springs squeaking as he fucked her like a man possessed. She grabbed at him, the sheets, the pillow and finally a bar in the headboard. Her fingers whitened as she felt her body climbing, tightening and racing for completion.

  ‘Holy hell, Erin,’ he panted above her.

  His mouth came down on hers for another sexy kiss, and she flew over the top. The orgasm ripped through her like lightning, lighting up her entire body. She felt Colton jerk on top of her, and then he was coming.

  She let out a moan of pleasure as pure happiness settled inside her. His hips jerked spasmodically until the climax passed. Then, finally, his body came down heavily upon hers. Her arms felt like noodles, but she lowered them to wrap around him. His muscled body felt hot. She opened her hands wide on his back, just feeling his smooth skin.

  She’d fantasised about this for years, but reality was so much better.

  His breaths came loud against her ear. ‘Are you OK?’ he asked.

  ‘I’m perfect.’

  That got a chuckle from him, and he pulled back to look at her. He stared at her for a long time, his eyes like midnight in the dim lighting. At last, he shook his head in disbelief. ‘Yes, you are,’ he said before kissing the tip of her nose.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled so he was on the bottom. Erin took the opportunity to stretch on top of him. Everything felt so vivid, so intimate. She was achingly aware of his cock still buried deep inside her. He’d softened, but the sensation made her toes curl.

  ‘Sorry that was so fast,’ he murmured.

  Like a freight train. ‘I don’t know if I could have lasted for longer than that,’ she admitted.

  He caressed her bottom. ‘You did just fine.’

  She pushed her hair out of her face and propped her chin on his chest. ‘Did I?’

  He traced the line of her brow, down her nose and along her lips. ‘If I’d known how responsive you are, I never would have been able to stay away.’

  Relief took the last bit of energy from her. It had all been worth it, the waiting and the agonising. She hadn’t built this up to more than it was. She could match him, woman to man.

  Her eyes drifted closed, and she snuggled against his heart. Her Colton. She’d finally worn him down.

  And in the end, she hadn’t even had to push.

  Colton let Erin rest and calm down as she lay on him. That constant ache, the unrelenting need he’d had for her, had momentarily been slaked.

  And it felt damn good.

  He stroked a hand up her back and wrapped it round her soft hair. It felt like bliss, but he knew they’d just taken the edge off. The hunger would be back, but for once he wasn’t going to let it ride him. He was going to let it take them both wherever it may.

  Relaxing on to the pillow, he stared at the ceiling. He should be castigating himself. If his brain was working, it would probably be screaming warnings in his skull right now.

  He simply did not care.

  They wanted each other, and they cared for one another. Him, maybe too much. And when they touched?

  Holy hell.

  He’d practically jumped her, but she’d been soft and open and eager. There were no games with her. He could tell exactly what she liked, and, even more intriguing, exactly what made her horny as a mink.

  He kissed the top of her head. Oh yeah, it would be a while before they’d be able to work this out of their systems.

  Colton let Erin recover for a short while. At one point, he even felt her soft breaths warming his nipple as she drifte
d off to sleep. Yet his need was coming back, strong and demanding.

  More powerful than ever.

  There was one thing he’d promised himself tonight, the one thing that had finally pushed him over the edge.

  Along with her kisses…and the threat of other men…and the memory of that smokin’ hot-pink bikini…

  A groan rumbled up from his chest. She liked it on top.

  Or it ‘got stuck in her head’, as she’d put it. He was curious as hell as to what Erin Foster fantasised about.

  ‘Sunny,’ he said softly. He rubbed her sides, but she just shifted on him to get more comfortable.

  He gritted his teeth. His cock was still embedded deep inside her, and all that shimmying was messing with his senses. He caught her hips, and his fingers dug into the rounded curves of her bottom. ‘Erin.’

  Her eyes were blurry when she woke, but they cleared when they focused on him. Those big baby blues softened, and her eyelids turned heavy.

  They snapped right back open when he rolled his hips.

  ‘Oh!’ She rose on her elbows, giving him a sweet view of her breasts. ‘Oh, my,’ she groaned when she felt him inside her.

  Her nipples dragged hard against his upper abs, and his stomach cinched in tight. He tightened his fingers in her hair and let his voice drop. ‘It’s time for you to ride me.’

  Her moan of pleasure was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

  ‘On top?’

  ‘Where I can see every move you make.’

  Her teeth bit into her lower lip. ‘You’ll let me do whatever I want to do?’

  He let one eyebrow lift. He had been dominating her a bit, hadn’t he? ‘Anything you want, baby. It’s your turn to take the lead.’

  A feminine smile curled her lips, and Colt’s heart missed a beat.

  She rose above him, her breasts swaying, and settled on her haunches. Her eyes drifted closed, and he felt her internal muscles flex around him.

  Holy mother of…

  He was the one who let a groan slip this time.

  God, just look at her.

  So lean and supple and petite. He had to weigh twice as much as she did, yet the way he fitted into her felt perfect.