Page 66 of Broken Saint
“Ella,” I groan into her kiss.
“It happened, Colt. It’s over. Blame doesn’t help anyone,” she counters, her lips never leaving mine. “What matters is right now.”
Acting on instinct, I start tugging at the sheet, desperate to get to her skin.
“The fuck have you done here?” I grunt impatiently when the fabric doesn't so much as move.
She laughs as I continue tugging at her. The lightness of it bounces around the room, making me pause.
My eyes find hers and she sucks in a sharp breath.
“I need you,” I state bluntly. “I really fucking need you right now.”
If I don’t…If I let my thoughts consume me then…
“I’m right here, Colt,” she says, holding her arms out from her sides, letting the fabric finally unravel and fall from her body. “Take what you need.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, reaching down to grab her thighs, lifting her from the floor and wrapping her around my body.
She stills in a moment of panic.
“Don’t even think it, Bombshell. I’ve lifted heavier footballs.”
With her still wrapped around me like a koala, I rest her ass on the counter, take her face in my hands and crush our lips together.
I devour her just as I’ve been imagining since we parted ways.
If I’d known she was so broken after that, that she’d put herself in danger, I never would have fucking let her go.
Fuck. What if I didn’t…what if I’d told her the truth and taken her back to my hotel room to do what I really wanted to do to her?
I should have.
I fucking should have.
She never would have been hurt.
She never would have?—
“Get out of your head, Colt,” she demands, twisting her fingers in my hair and dragging my head back so I’ve little choice but to look at her.
“I’m sorry,” I force out past the lump that doesn’t seem to want to leave my throat.
“Nothing to be sorry for. We both did what we thought was right at the time.”
“And what about now?” I ask, my heart pounding and my hands trembling.
There’s no way she can’t feel it. Can’t feel just how loaded that question is.
I know what I want. But I also know what I can’t have. And I know what she deserves. I just fucking wish they all lined up to one simple answer.
“What about now?” she taunts, her heels digging harder into my ass, ensuring my hard dick grinds against her slick pussy.
“Fuck, I’m addicted to you, Bombshell. Always have been.”
Dipping down, I claim her lips again as I reach between us, dragging the head of my cock through her wetness.
She gasps and moans when I tease her clit before pushing lower to her entrance.