Surrender To Sultry

by Macy Beckett

  Colt drew back, his breathing erratic. “What’s wrong?”

  Nothing was wrong. The night was flawless and she didn’t want it to end. Leah knew with complete certainty what—and who—she needed. She cupped the smooth edge of his jaw and said, “I’m telling you right now, before you get me worked up and say I don’t know my own mind, that I’m ready.”

  He swallowed hard, shifting his Adam’s apple, the question clear in his eyes.

  “I’m sure,” she said. “I want you.” When he didn’t respond, she pointed between them. “We can dance all night, but it’s never going to be close enough. I need to feel your skin against every part of me.” She delivered a solemn look, an unspoken vow to love him as long as he’d let her. “I’m ready, CJ. Let me show you how much.”

  Chapter 15

  Apparently, Colt didn’t need further convincing. His lips moved against hers in a hot slide that sent her pulse rushing straight between her thighs. She barely had time to catch her breath before his thumbs pressed down on her jaw, opening her for his thrusting tongue. Now that she’d given him the green light, he consumed her with a pure passion that burned her all over. Once he’d had his fill, he swept her hair aside and made love to the sensitive spot at the top of her shoulder.

  “Oh, Lord.” Leah’s head fell back, knees went slack. She whispered, “Take me to bed, Colt.”

  When he gazed down at her, his lips were swollen and slick, his eyelids half closed with lust. In a thick voice, he promised, “Don’t worry, I will.” He tugged his bowtie free and tossed it to the floor, then worked the top buttons on his collar. “But not yet. You don’t have to be home till midnight, Angel. We’re just gettin’ started.”

  After shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket, he took her wrist and led her to the dinner table. He lowered to a chair and turned her around, then pulled her onto his lap so his burgeoning erection pressed against her backside. She gyrated against him, but he halted her movements and gathered her hair to one side. With teasing fingers, he pushed down each of her gown straps and unzipped her bodice so slowly she had to grip her knees to keep from finishing the job for him. He peeled apart the satiny panels and kissed a meandering trail from the middle of her back to her shoulder, where he scraped his teeth along the same spot he’d suckled moments earlier. Just when she began squirming with desire, he shoved the dress to her waist and pulled her back against his chest.

  He cupped her breasts in his rough hands while she rested her head on his shoulder, letting her eyes flutter closed, arching her spine for a stronger touch.

  “Has anyone ever made you come like this?” he asked, using his thumbs to brush her nipples. “Just from touching you here?”

  She shook her head.

  That seemed to please him. He nuzzled her ear and whispered, “I will.”

  He removed one hand and reached across the table, and she opened her eyes in time to see him dip his index finger into the dish of olive oil. Balancing the bead of oil on his fingertip, he brought it to her breast and worked it lightly into one nipple, the warm, thick liquid dripping a trail down her skin. Then he did the same on the other side. With slippery fingers, he took hold and massaged her, softly at first, his grip tightening by degrees until he’d brought her nipples to stiff points. She sighed with pleasure, her breasts growing full beneath his skilled hands. The gliding pinch and pull felt exactly like the wet suction of his mouth. It was more erotic than she’d ever imagined.

  She rocked her hips for friction, finding none. A heavy ache blossomed low in her belly with each firm tug of his fingers, and after a few short minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to feel something solid against her throbbing flesh. She brought her hand to the taffeta skirts bunched between her legs, but Colt snatched her arm before she made contact.

  “Unh-uh,” he murmured. “You can look, but you can’t touch.” When she objected, he tugged her wrists behind her back.

  “Colt, please…”

  He didn’t relent. “Don’t make me get my cuffs.”

  He released her, and she clutched two fistfuls of fabric to keep from touching herself as Colt resumed rolling her slick nipples harder and faster than before. He whispered all the wicked things he’d do to her next, swearing he’d make her come so many times she wouldn’t remember how to walk by the end of the night. If that was his goal, he was off to a good start. Her breath came in shallow gasps, the growing pressure forcing her to squirm on his lap, her legs widening of their own volition. And then, just when she didn’t think she could stand another second of torture, Colt twisted his wet fingers again, and the ache broke into ecstasy.

  She sank her teeth into her bottom lip and felt her core pulsing in waves of release. She stiffened against him and rode the pleasure, unable to believe what he’d just done. Colt had brought her to orgasm without touching her below the waist. That had to be some kind of superpower.

  While she fought for air, he pushed her dress down over her hips. Still too weak to stand, she shifted on his lap to shed her gown. Her tiara tumbled to the floor with it.

  “Lose the panties,” he ordered. “But keep the shoes.”

  She did as he asked and settled back against him, naked except for her stilettos. She expected him to let her recover and then lead her into the bedroom, but instead, he pushed aside his dinner plate and situated her right leg on the tabletop. He used his knee to spread her left leg open so she lay exposed on his lap.

  “No, I can’t,” she said, closing her legs an inch. “Just give me a minute.”

  He tipped her head aside and kissed her neck while he slid one hand along her inner thigh, pausing when he reached her soft center. “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “Then relax and let me touch you. I know what you need.” To prove it, he dipped the pad of one finger inside and spread warm lubrication over her swollen flesh, sparking her to life and coaxing a moan from her lips. He was right. She wanted to feel him there. He stroked her long and slow until she arched back and pushed her knees farther apart in a silent plea for more. With a teasing whisper, he stilled his movements and asked, “You want me to stop?”

  She didn’t want him to stop and he knew it. But she’d submit to him if it meant more of the delicious pressure he was building within her. “No. Please don’t stop.”

  At her assent, he took her stiff bud between two fingers and slid them up and down in a wet caress that had her gasping aloud. He shifted slightly to peer over her shoulder at his own talented fingers.

  “I love seeing you like this,” he breathed into her ear. “Wide open for me.” With his middle finger, he slid barely inside and out again, then spread glistening moisture along her folds. “And so wet. God, honey, look how wet you are.” She watched with him. Even in the dim glow of candlelight, she could see the dampness that matted her blond curls. “I love seeing how much you want me,” he repeated.

  “I do,” she said, reaching behind her to lock her arms around his neck. “I want you right now.”

  “Soon.” He brought his other hand between her thighs to work her in tandem. “You need to come for me again. When I take you to bed, you’re gonna be slippery as sin.”

  She wanted to tell him she was already there, but he massaged her entrance with his middle finger while thumbing circles around her tender flesh, and she couldn’t speak over the sound of her own moaning. He used shallow penetration to toy with her, pulling back when she strained her hips forward to take him deeper. No matter how often she begged, he refused to fill her.

  “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he said, adding a second finger but lingering at the base of her femininity. “I’m gonna ease in real slow…” He gave her a precious inch before sliding out again. “Like this.” He did it again, pumping her with nothing but his fingertips. “Then a little deeper…” He gave another inch, then pulled back. Groaning
and incoherent with need, she clenched her fists and heaved against his hand. “And a little deeper.” The erotic pressure was about to burst—she was so close. If he’d only go in farther… He ground his erection against her bottom, his rigid control clearly beginning to slip. “Until I’m all the way in.”

  With that, he pushed fully inside her as her inner walls clenched around him. She cried out and stiffened with pleasure, her muscles squeezing his pumping fingers so hard she feared it might split her in half. The sweet spasms went on and on until her legs trembled, and once the surge crested, she knew Colt was right. By the time this night was over, she wouldn’t be able to walk a straight line.

  She collapsed against him, still tingling with satisfaction and unable to lift her limbs. “CJ,” she began weakly. “No more.”

  “Shh. Stay with me a little longer.”

  He gathered her limp body and carried her to his bedroom, then laid her down on the cool comforter and stepped back to undress. A sliver of moonlight escaped the window shade and cut across Colt’s face as he stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his cuffs and watching her with savage hunger. Ready or not, he would have her. But the anticipation of his solid weight, his smooth, burning skin covering every inch of hers, his thick length filling her to bursting, sent new moisture between her thighs. She already wanted him again. He really did have superpowers.

  His gaze never left hers as he pulled off his shirt and unbuckled his belt. In the darkness, she admired the shadows of muscle flexing along his broad shoulders and beneath the russet skin of his forearms. He worked the button on his pants and shucked them to the floor along with his briefs, freeing his rigid shaft. While he kicked off his shoes, she admired his powerful body, the lean outline of his thighs and the hard curve of his backside, where he’d inked a tattoo in her honor. She lowered her gaze to his erection, eager to wrap her palm around his smooth, tight skin and take him inside her.

  Once he’d stripped down, he joined her on the mattress and knelt between her parted thighs. He swept a lingering gaze over her body and shook his head in wonder. “I could look at you forever and never have my fill.”

  Out of habit, she covered the low scar on her belly. The motion drew his attention to the silvery line, and he pulled one of her hands free and pressed it to a stretch of marred flesh on his abdomen.

  “I’ve got one there too.” He released her, and she ran her fingers through his inky-black hair. “We match.”

  He lowered to kiss her scar, and once there, he continued downward and told her to spread wider for him. When she obeyed, he drew her into his mouth with a warm pull of suction that sent a shiver down the length of her legs and curled her toes. The sensation multiplied with each taunting suckle, but despite the exquisite pleasure, she wriggled free and tugged on his shoulder. She wanted to feel him close—as close as they could get.

  “Come here,” she whispered. “I need you.”

  He pinned her hips to the bed and kissed the insides of her thighs. “Not yet. I wanna make you come again.”

  She pushed to her elbows and used her heels to scoot toward the headboard, her cheeks growing hot. “No.”

  “What do you mean, no?”

  She couldn’t help snapping at him. “I don’t want you to make me come—I want you to make love to me.” If she didn’t know better, she’d think an oversized check awaited Colt in the living room, the grand prize for giving her the most orgasms by midnight. “Do you know the difference?”

  A flicker of pain widened his eyes. “Of course I do.” He stretched out beside her and brushed the hair back from her face. “I’ve only made love to one woman in my life, and that’s you.”

  “Then why won’t you love me now?”

  His lips parted in shock. “That’s what I’ve been doing this whole time—trying to make you feel good. Trying to make you forget the—”

  He cut off, but she suspected his next word would have been doctor. He’d mentioned Ari the last time they were intimate too, telling her to remember who made her feel this hot. It was like Colt had something to prove—that if he couldn’t be the better man, at least he could surpass Ari as the better lover.

  Leah gasped and turned to Colt. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen it before. He thought she cared for another man.

  Guilt swam up inside her. No wonder he’d worked all day to create this magical experience—he was trying to win her back from an imaginary rival. “Colt, you don’t need to make me forget anyone.” She stroked his chest and repeated the words he’d told her when they were young, back when she’d struggled with her own insecurities. “There’s only you.”

  His lips lifted in a grin, but his eyes were still cautious. “You mean that?”

  “It’s always been you.” She wrapped one leg around his waist and rolled him on top of her. “I want to feel you inside me. Nothing else matters, and no one else exists. Just love me. Can you do that?”

  ***

  Hell yeah, he could do that.

  Loving Leah was second nature for Colt—giving himself to her came easier than breathing. Gazing down into her flushed face, brimming with emotion and lust, he shoved aside all thoughts of her bastard ex-fiancé and focused on what felt right. He let go and simply loved her.

  Supporting himself on one elbow, he lowered onto her body until her curves molded to every inch of him. When she sighed with contentment and pulled him closer, he gave her more of his weight and tipped their foreheads together. Her blue eyes mirrored the passion he felt, proof that she wanted him and no one else. This felt so good—all wrapped up in her soft skin and her scent. He never wanted it to end. Taking her face, he brushed their lips together and adored her with his mouth, using the tip of his tongue in a sensual invitation that she eagerly took.

  While they kissed, he began rocking against her. Beads of arousal converged on his rounded tip and made him slick. She worked a hand between them to stroke his length, but he pulled her away, afraid of finishing too soon. It was a miracle he’d lasted until now. He laced their fingers together and pinned them above her head while using his free hand to caress the swollen bundle of nerves between her thighs until it grew engorged and throbbing.

  “CJ,” she gasped. “Now.”

  He couldn’t wait a second longer. Nudging her wider apart, he settled himself at the base of her passage and eased inside an inch, pulled back, and slid a fraction deeper. Clenching his eyes shut and gritting his teeth, he continued playing at her entrance, ignoring the overwhelming urge to bury himself to the hilt with one thrust. She was so small, gripping him like a hot liquid fist, and he knew she’d need to stretch to take all of him. He worked inside her gradually, letting her set the pace with the slow undulation of her hips. Then she drew her knees higher and let them drop to the sides, opening her velvet walls enough for him to slide in to the base. She was a tight fit, but they locked together perfectly.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  She answered with a long groan, which he took as a yes.

  He held there, giving her time to adjust to his thickness. Writhing with need, she panted against the curve of his neck and dug her nails into his shoulder. Instead of pulling back, he ground against her in a slow rotation, then another, stoking her pleasure and making her impossibly wetter. When he opened his eyes, it was to find her biting her lip and staring back in unchecked ecstasy. It was then that they joined on every level—hands, gazes, bodies. He’d never felt more connected to her or more exposed. He had to know if she felt the same.

  “Tell me you love me,” he whispered against her lips. “Say my name and tell me you love me.”

  She nodded against the pillow and squeezed their linked fingers. “I love you, Colt.”

  He closed his eyes to savor the words and began moving inside her in a fluid glide. “Say it again.”

  “I love you.”

&n
bsp; His body trembled with the mingled pleasure of taking Leah’s body along with her heart. Nothing had ever felt sweeter, the joy so powerful he could burst from it. He set a gentle tempo, sliding in and out while searching her face, savoring the pleasure reflected in her eyes, each quiet sigh and whimper urging him deeper. They shared the same heaving breaths, too overcome with pleasure to manage a kiss but unwilling to put an inch between them. With her free hand, Leah unfastened his hair and let if fall around her, then danced her fingertips along his cheek. She couldn’t seem to get close enough to him, her legs wrapping tighter around his hips, the spikes of her high heels digging into his thighs.

  He gave her more, thrust harder, the tension coiling in the pit of his stomach with each slippery stroke. Her silken warmth tensed around him, and he whispered, “Come with me” right before she arched her neck off the pillow and cried out. Her inner muscles contracted in viselike spasms that milked a climax from him he felt all the way to his toes. With a grunt, he bucked against her, then pulled back once and plunged as deep as he could go and tensed there, spilling inside her in scalding release. God, he’d never come so hard in his life.

  They trembled together for a while, the only sound the harsh pull of air into their lungs. Even after they’d floated back down, Colt didn’t want to leave the haven of her body. He remained buried within her as he rotated them to the side and wrapped her in his arms. For the next several minutes, they loved each other in silence—stroking hair, brushing skin, sharing warmth—until their lips met and their kisses stoked another fire within them.

  When they made love again, he rolled Leah atop him and watched as she rode his hips, her back bowed with rapture, her long golden waves falling in a wild tangle over her breasts, her mouth agape as she touched herself and rose and sank onto his drenched erection. She was pale against his dark skin. Their contrast was somehow a testament to their perfection, proof that they belonged together. When she came, gliding over him hard and fast and sobbing his name, the sight of her abandon brought about his own explosive climax. She fell against his chest, weak with bliss, and he held her like that until it was time to take her home.