Page 137 of Broken Saint
The second the sheets brush my shins, I throw her down, eliciting another shriek from her.
She bounces on the mattress, her blonde hair fanning around her in contrast to my dark sheets.
The sight of her there makes my breath catch. The importance of this moment, the words we’ve both confessed hits me with the force of an eighteen-wheeler.
“Ella, I?—”
Her eyes find mine before she holds her hand out to me while I stand on the cusp of freaking the fuck out.
All my life I’ve told myself that I don’t want this.
I don’t want anyone relying on me.
I don’t want to have the power to break someone’s heart. To ruin their life.
But Ella…
Fuck.
It’s always been Ella.
I might have been lying to myself for years, but deep down, I knew.
The other women have been fun and all, but none of them have ever come close to her. Not by a fucking mile.
“Make love to me, Colt. I know this is big, scary, and life changing. I know you’re terrified. I’m petrified too. But because of you, I’m willing to take the risk. I want this. I want you.”
I lower my head, closing my eyes for a beat as her words wash through me.
“Shit, Bombshell. I want you too. More than you could ever know.”
Pulling my fingers from hers, I reach behind my head and drag my jersey off. Her eyes immediately drop to my chest, feasting on the skin I’ve revealed while I work on my pants.
In seconds, I’m naked and turn my attention to her.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, crawling up her body. “And all fucking mine.”
I steal her lips before she gets a chance to respond, my hands trailing over her curves, letting her feel the truth behind my words with my touch.
I love everything about her—her body, the curves she’s hesitant about, her past, her struggles, her incredible mind, and her smart mouth.
Fuck, I think that might be my favorite…
My hands find her tits, squeezing just enough to make her moan into our kiss.
Nope. These are my favorite.
Slipping my hands under her shirt, I peel it up her body, a smirk appearing on my lips when I discover the front clasp of her bra.
“Fucking perfect,” I muse before flicking it open and letting her breasts spill free.
Taking them both in my hands, I alternate between pinching and sucking on her nipples.
In only minutes, her hips are grinding against me, desperately seeking more.
“Please, Colt. I need you.”
“I’ll never get bored of hearing that,” I confess as I sit up and tuck my fingers under her leggings, peeling them and her panties down her legs.