The Bad Boy's Seduction (Bedding the Bad Boy Book 2) (4 page)

“Please, Colt,” she begged, her hands trembling as they came to cup his face. “I can’t take any more.”

“But we’re just getting started,” he said, sliding his hand down the front of her panties, groaning when he felt how slick she was.

He teased through her swollen folds, gathering her wetness onto his fingers before bringing them to his lips and sucking them inside. He closed his eyes, relishing the salty, almost mineral flavor of her arousal. She tasted like heaven and he knew immediately that a single taste wouldn’t be enough.

“God, Colt, please, I need—”

He silenced her with a kiss, probing her mouth slowly, thoroughly, letting the taste of her desire mingle with the sweet taste of her tongue before he began kissing his way down her body. He kissed the long, smooth column of her throat, the graceful curve of her clavicle, and the hollow between her breasts, deliberately avoiding the nipples that poked into the air on either side of his face.

He would get back to them soon, but right now he had another destination in mind.

He kissed her stomach, where her pulse beat fast and heavy, and then he was close enough to smell her and control was a thing of the past.

Fisting both hands at the center of her lace panties, he pulled hard. The fabric rent in two with a satisfying ripping sound, but not nearly as satisfying as the cry that escaped Olivia’s lips or the dark fire burning in her eyes as she looked down at him and whispered, “I was hoping you would do that.”

As he settled between her legs with a wicked grin, he made a mental note to invest heavily in Olivia-sized underwear. He needed to hear her cry out like that a hundred more times at the very least.

Be hard to fit in a hundred times before you leave.

Colt pushed the thought away. He didn’t want to think about leaving town, not when he was inches away from tasting Olivia again.

Slowly, but firmly, he pushed her thighs apart and lowered his head, kissing her as intimately as one person could kiss another.

And for the first time in a long time, it was intimate. This wasn’t just about making her come or ensuring she was ready to take him.

As he cupped her bottom in his hands, angling her hips so he could thrust his tongue deeper into the core of her sweetness, he realized that this was more than sex, more than another notch on his bedpost or a way to forget the ugly things he didn’t want to remember.

He wasn’t fucking Olivia; he was making love to her.

And he couldn’t seem to stop.

But maybe that was okay. Maybe that’s just how it was when you fell into bed with an old friend.

Not that it really mattered. There was no way he was stopping now, not until he’d made Olivia come screaming his name.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Olivia

Olivia’s back arched and her eyes squeezed shut, but she forced them open again. She didn’t want to miss a second of this insane, magical, amazing thing that was happening to her.

Colton Brody was between her legs, kissing her like she was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted, making her feel a thousand earth-shattering things at once. He devoured her with a skill and single-minded focus that would have sent her over the edge minutes ago if she hadn’t been fighting release with everything in her.

She didn’t want to come yet. She didn’t want to come until he was inside her. She wanted every inch of that long, thick length she’d felt straining the fabric of his boxers pushing inside where she ached for so much more than his tongue. She wanted his lips on hers and his breath in her mouth and his chest pressed tightly against hers as they were finally joined the way she’d ached to be joined with him for so long.

“Please,” she begged, threading her fingers through his hair and tugging once gently.

And then a second time not so gently. “Now, Colt, please. I need you inside of me. I need it so much.”

“I need you to come on my mouth.” His deep voice vibrating across her aroused flesh was almost enough to bring her over. “Come for me Olivia, I want to taste you when you come.”

“No, you,” she panted, quickly losing the ability to form coherent thoughts. “Inside. Please, Colt, I feel like I’m dying. I need you so much it hurts.”

He moved up and over her body, capturing her chin in his hand. “I would never hurt you. And believe me, I want to be inside of you more than anything, but I don’t have a condom,” he said, the urgency in his tone matching the desperation pulsing through her veins. “Do you have something?”

She shook her head, pulse pounding even faster as Colt’s fingers left her chin to trail down her throat and between her breasts. “No, but I have an IUD and I’m clean.”

He grimaced. “I’m clean, too, but I don’t think I’ll impress you bare. I won’t last ten minutes. It’s been months since I’ve been with anyone and…” He swallowed hard, lifting his eyes to hers as he captured her nipple between his fingers, rolling it in insistent, mind-muddying circles. “And I want you so fucking much.”

“Then take me,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Please Colt. Take me.”

Holding her gaze, he reached between them, positioning the burning head of his cock at her entrance and gliding slowly inside. Olivia was as ready as she’d ever been for a man, but Colt was so thick it was still a tight fit. She gasped and her eyes widened, but she didn’t look away from his face, not even when a hint of pain whispered through her pleasure.

She couldn’t have looked away if she’d tried. She was captivated by the hunger and tenderness in his eyes and shocked by how close she felt to him.

Close in a way that had nothing to do with his body buried inside of hers.

This was something deeper, scarier, and more beautiful than anything that had ever happened to her in bed. It was even better than she had imagined it would be, back when she was a naïve girl who still believed that there was one special person meant for her.

Back when she’d been so certain that Colt was the only boy she would ever want to touch her like this.

She bit her lip, fighting to breathe past the tight feeling in her chest as he came to rest completely inside of her, holding still as her body adjusted to his thickness.

She wasn’t going to get emotional. She had known what she was getting into going in. This was only for a month, maybe two if she were lucky. Colt wasn’t her One, no matter what her stupid heart had to say about it.

“Olivia,” he murmured as he slid out and back in with an aching gentleness. It was only her name, but the way he said it made her breath rush out and a soft sob burst from her throat.

“What’s wrong?” He smoothed her hair away from her face. “Am I hurting you?” He started to pull out, but Olivia locked her ankles behind his back and held him close.

“No.” She shook her head. “You’re not hurting me. It’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect.” He smiled, but as he threaded his fingers through hers, pressing her palms to the mattress above her head, making her feel even more exposed, his expression was concerned. “So why do you look like you’re about to cry?”

She swallowed hard. “I don’t know. It’s just…close.”

His gaze softened with recognition. “It is.” He began to move again, thrusting in and out of her with long, sensuous rolls of his hips, his eyes still fixed on hers. “But I like being close to you, beautiful.”

“You didn’t used to think I was beautiful.” Her words ended in a sigh as he kissed her, his lips communicating so much that she would swear she knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“I was an idiot,” he whispered between kisses. “And I was an idiot for not knowing it was you the second I saw you yesterday.”

He pulled away, looking down at her with a mix of pain and pleasure she understood completely. “Your eyes are still exactly the same. Still sweet and smart. And beautiful.”

“Yours too,” she said, tightening her grip on his hands as he kissed her again.

She caught his rhythm, lifting into his thrusts, building the need inside of her until she reached a breathless new pinnacle and the last of her fear faded away.

And then there was only Colt, taking her higher and higher, until their kiss became a feverish joining of their mouths and he drove into her with the full force of his powerful body, the impact sending delicious ripples out across her skin.

Olivia locked her legs around his hips and met him halfway, anticipation sharpening to a knife that cut through her, opening her wide, sending all her secrets spilling out.

“Yes.” She cried out as she arched beneath him, pleasure flooding through her like a wave crashing against the shore, reshaping the landscape of her inner world forever. “God yes. Please, please!”

She didn’t know what she was begging for, but thankfully he did.

With a growl, he buried his face in her neck and rode her hard, giving her everything—all his need, all his hunger, all his passion. Moments later a second wave rose inside of her, fast and sudden, eclipsing everything with its power. Wicked pleasure gripped her in sharp waves, wringing every bit of sensation from her body.

She came like the world was ending, her entire body pulsing until she was completely wrung out, helpless to do anything but wrap her arms around Colt’s chest and hold on as he came, spilling himself inside her.

And then it was official.

She had just had epic, life-changing sex with the man she’d crushed on since they were both children and nothing would ever be quite the same.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Olivia

Olivia had no idea how long they lay tangled together afterward, catching their breath. She only knew that by the time Colt lifted himself up on his arms her left leg had gone numb.

“Hey,” he said, brushing his thumb across her cheek. “How are you?”

“Uh huh,” she said with a blissed out sigh, summoning a chuckle from low in his throat.

“That good?”

“Better.” She winced. “But my leg is asleep so maybe we should move.”

“Gotcha.” He rolled onto the mattress beside her, running a warm hand down her waist to her thigh. “Which one? This one?”

Olivia shifted onto her side to face him, biting her lip as her nerves began to tingle painfully back to life. “Yeah. That one. Ouch. I hate that feeling.”

“I hear you.” Colt massaged her quad before moving his fingers around to dig lightly into the back of her hamstring. “I don’t get much phantom pain, but sometimes I swear I can feel the toes I’m missing prickling. It’s weird as hell.”

Olivia curled her arms in front of her chest, feeling like an asshole. “I’m sorry. I’m an insensitive jerk.”

His brows drew together, but his grin remained in place. “No you’re not. I’m the insensitive jerk for letting my heavy ass lay on top of you, crushing you until your leg went to sleep.”

She smiled. “I liked the feel of you crushing me. I just…” She shrugged, not knowing how to bring it up, but feeling like she needed to say something. “I feel bad that I haven’t asked you more about the accident and everything else. I’m sure it wasn’t easy getting to where you are now.”

He shook his head, dropping his gaze to the hand he was using to massage the sensitive muscles above her knee. “Don’t feel bad. And no, it wasn’t easy, but I’m not a quitter. So even when I was feeling sorry for myself, I never stopped doing my PT or working my ass off to get back to where I was before the crash. I think that made adjusting easier for me than it is for some people.”

“That you’re stubborn as hell?” Olivia asked, her heart skipping a beat when he looked up at her, grinning so wide his dimple popped.

“Yes,” he said, squeezing her knee at the ticklish place, making her giggle. “I’m lucky that I’m stubborn as hell, and that once the stump healed, I haven’t had much pain. Nothing unmanageable at least.”

He glanced down, lifting his injured leg into the air, revealing what looked like a thick sock pulled over where his leg ended just below the knee and up over his thigh. “I’m used to it now, but I know not everyone is. Mom still gets upset if I take my leg off to hang out on the couch after dinner at her house. So I leave it on. Make it easier for her to forget.”

Olivia rolled over, pushing up on her elbows. “Is that why you asked me before? Because you worried it might upset me?”

He shrugged. “It freaks some people out. I was with one girl, right after I got back. I guess I was pretty drunk and I forgot to warn her about it before clothes started coming off. When I popped my prosthetic free, she screamed. I didn’t have time to explain what had happened before she was out the door.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Olivia said, frowning. “But it probably serves you right for going to bed with a woman who knew virtually nothing about you and vice versa.”

“Thanks, Liv,” he said, reaching up to curl a lock of her hair around his finger as he laughed. “I can always count on you to put riding my ass above feeling sorry for me.”

She blinked, trying not to read too much into the affection in his voice. “You don’t want me to feel sorry for you.”

“No, I don’t. And I don’t mind you riding my ass.” He paused before adding in a wicked whisper, “Though I prefer you riding my cock.”

“Oh stop,” she said, batting his hand away from her hair. “No dirty talk.”