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“What is it?” She looked at him, her eyes red from crying and he wanted to kick himself.

Colt removed his hat and coat then hung them up, and turned to face her.

“I miss you,” he said quietly.

Chelsea gasped. “I miss you too.”

He pulled her close with a sudden urgency. “I miss you so damn much, Chelsea. I can’t stand being apart any longer. I can’t live like this anymore.” His lips crushed against hers in a passionate kiss.

Chelsea moaned softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, pressing her body against his. He scooped her up in one smooth motion, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

“I need you,” he whispered against her lips, his breath hot with desire.

“I need you too, but don’t we need to talk?” she murmured back.

“We will. Later. I’m not leaving here again.”

Carrying her upstairs to her bedroom, he gently laid her on the bed before stripping both of them naked. He removed a condom from his wallet and tossed it to her. As she caught it, he stood at the foot of the bed and gazed down at her, drinking in every inch of her body. He grinned as she stretched her arms out to him, beckoning him closer.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice heavy with need.

“I will, I promise.” With that, Colt leaned down and kissed her legs tenderly, moving from one to the other as he made his way up her body. When he reached her curls, his tongue moved through them and found her clitoris. He sucked on it gently, drawing a shudder from her. She arched off the bed, clutching his hair in her fists and crying out as her orgasm hit her hard.

Colt picked up the condom and sheathed himself. He positioned himself between Chelsea’s legs and slid into her inch by inch. He grit his teeth, trying to restrain himself from taking her hard and fast; he wanted to savor this moment that had been too long coming.

He began moving his hips in rhythm with hers while pressing his lips against hers hungrily. Then he rolled onto his back, pulling Chelsea on top of him. She sat up and moved with him, grinding against him in a dance of unbridled passion. He watched her face contort with pleasure as she rocked against him. As she cupped her breasts in her hands, he sat up once more and captured her lips in a fierce kiss that spoke volumes about their passion.

He gently pushed her onto her back once more, and his strong hands firmly gripped her waist, guiding their bodies into a rhythmic dance of passion. Her legs wrapped around him, urging him closer, deeper as he thrust passionately and powerfully into her. The sensation of her warmth enveloping him, growing tighter with each movement, sent shivers down his spine.

As beads of sweat trickled down their interlocked bodies, they exchanged feverish gazes filled with desire. The anticipation built inside him like a tidal wave, intense and unstoppable. A guttural groan escaped his lips, and he surrendered to the ecstasy surging through them both.

Exhausted but satisfied, he started to pull away from her, his body trembling from the aftermath of their intimate connection. But she resisted by tenderly wrapping her arms around his neck, attempting to keep him in their embrace.

Through labored breaths, he whispered softly into her ear, “I’m too heavy, baby.” Reluctantly releasing their hold on one another, he shifted his weight to lay beside her. Their chests heaved in unison as they tried to regain their composure, reveling in the lingering pleasure that still coursed through their veins.

After a few minutes, Colt got to his feet, entered the bathroom to dispose of the condom, and after washing his hands, he returned to the bedroom. He grinned when he saw that she hadn’t moved.

“Do you plan on staying there?”

Chelsea raised her head, smiled and nodded.

“I don’t think I can move.”

Colt walked to the bed, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom.

“A shower sounds good, then I need to sleep. I haven’t had a good night’s rest for a while now.”

“Same here. Okay, let’s shower, and sleep.”

Colt nodded and closed the door behind them. He couldn’t wait to hold her while they slept.

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Chelsea let out a contented sigh as she rested her head on his broad chest. She could feel the steady beat of his heart under her ear, a comforting rhythm that matched the peacefulness in her own heart.

“What was that for?” he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

“I’m happy,” she murmured, basking in the warmth of his embrace.