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Authors: Lissa Matthews

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“Stop goofing, woman.” He winked. “You know it’s you.” The innocent look she gave across the table made him chuckle. The hand pressed to her heart in a classic show of Southern shock and surprise…

“What? Me?”

Colt just shook his head. “Really? Shame on you.”

She flashed a cheeky grin. “Spill it, Colt. Say it. I want to hear the words. Spell it out for me.”

He inched forward in his seat. ”You’ll wanna lean in close for this.” He waited while she sized him up, then mimicked his posture.

“Okay. I’m ready. Let me have it.”

And now she was challenging, almost defensive. He might need to invest in a mood ring or two for her. She was a country girl, and there were so many sides and facets to her personality that he was going to have to take notes on what set her off in one way or another. Otherwise, he’d never be able to keep up or even have a chance to catch up. She fascinated him, though from just shaking her hand the first time they met, he couldn’t have known she would. Something clicked for him. “I want you. I want to spend time with you. I want to take you to bed. I want to crawl up your body and bury myself in it so deep I’ll never find my way back out. I want to marry you.”

Her mouth gaped and closed multiple times before something actually came out, and what she said was not what he’d been expecting. But then, so far, nothing she said or did was what he expected. “On his toes” was an understatement. “I’m your brother’s ex,” she said so softly the words barely made a sound.

“I’m your ex’s brother.” The volume of his voice matched hers.

She sat there, a stunned look on her beautiful face, and then grinned from ear to ear. “Touché.” She popped her last shrimp in her mouth and chased it with the rest of her beer. She slammed the glass on the table and raised her arm for their waitress. Colt followed her line of sight and saw the waitress nod.

And just like that, she was back to who she’d been before they embarked on that bit of serious conversation. He didn’t know if what he’d said had made any kind of impact. He couldn’t read her eyes and definitely wouldn’t be able to read her mind even if it were opened to him. Though he wanted to ask what she thought about his rather blatant confession, he was just as content to see where and how things progressed. He was content to simply try and figure her out. “Secret code? Going to get me drunk and have your wicked way with me?”

“Do I have to get you drunk for that? And no. I just wanted another beer.”

“No, you don’t have to get me drunk for anything. I’m all yours.” He was afraid there were no truer words ever spoken.

“All my what? And you know”—her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, and he made sure he was listening real close—“I have had two beers tonight and am about to have one more, so…I’m thinking I probably shouldn’t make that long drive all the way back out to my place.”

Colt sat back and considered the woman sitting across from him. She was laughing and smiling at him and not for the first time, he wondered what in the hell was wrong with his brother. Chrissie was simple, incredible, and full of life. What man wouldn’t want her in his everyday life and in his bed? “Uh-huh. And what do think you should do instead?”

“You could drive me home.”

He nodded as though thinking it over, but there was no way he was doing that. “I could.” She wasn’t going anywhere except up to his room. “Or…you could stay with me.”

Chapter Five

Colt had Chrissie against the hotel room door as soon as it closed behind them. Once they got into the elevator, he’d been unable to keep his hands off her, and now that they were in his room, in private… “This wasn’t exactly how I’d planned this to happen.” The words rumbled up from his throat when he broke away from her mouth and trailed his lips down her neck.

“Y-you had a plan?”

“Mmm. Hmm. I had a plan.” He planted his lips against the pulse beating wildly in her neck. It fluttered against his tongue, and when he lifted her up on her toes with his knee between her thighs, it fluttered even more. “I’d planned to come back in a couple of weeks and ask you out again. Call you. Keep coming back until I’d worn you down.”

“S-so this is not just a onetime thing?”

Colt dropped his foot back to the floor and lifted his mouth from where it rested against her skin. Her hair was mussed, and her mouth looked thoroughly kissed. He wanted her bra and shirt gone; then he wanted her shoes and jeans and panties discarded. He wanted her naked and writhing on his bed for days, weeks, months, for the rest of his life. “No, baby. It’s not just a onetime thing.”

Chrissie framed his face in her hands and pulled his head toward her. Her lips connected with his, and her tongue slipped in his mouth, and he’d never been so happy to be interrupted in his life. He inserted his knee between her legs again and urged her higher against the door again and devoured every inch between her teeth and cheeks.

She nudged at his shoulders, and he slowly lifted his head. “I need something from you.”

Now? She needed something from him now? Other than what they were currently doing? “What? Anything.”

“Naked,” she breathed. “I need you to get me naked and then you…”

Colt smirked. “Why do you get to be naked first?”

“Because I’m the woman.”

“Yes, baby, all woman,” he agreed. “Let’s get closer to the bed, though.”

“You can’t screw standing up?”

“I can screw you just fine standing up, thank you very much. However—” He turned them and twirled with her from the door to the wall next to the bed. She giggled and held on with her arms around his neck. The tips of her hair brushed against his hand, and her body molded soft and pliant against his as she let him lead her.

“I’m a little woozy now,” she said as she buried her face at the base of his throat.

“Yes, baby, I’m sure. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Her voice held a dreamy note, and her breath was warm where it touched him. “I liked it.”

“Good girl.” He slid his hand beneath her shirt, skimmed her skin with the pads of his fingers, and lifted the polo over her head when she raised her arms. His breath caught at what he’d revealed.

The navy-blue lace bra was the prettiest, and
the
very last thing he’d expected of this very practical woman who did everything she could to hide her femininity. He trembled as he traced the edges of the cups.

“Don’t make fun of me.” Her voice was little more than a whisper amid their heavy breathing. She was motionless against the wall, her hands still above her head. She wasn’t looking at him but rather toward the floor.

“Make fun of you? Why would I?”

“Because I wear lace under my clothes. Because I’m a girl.”

Colt nudged her head up and stole a kiss from her pouty lips. “You are most definitely a girl. I was surprised by the lace but not in a way that I would make fun of you. It’s such a gorgeous contrast to how you project yourself, and I think it is
very
sexy.”

“You do?”

He nodded and whispered into her mouth, “I do.” He flicked his thumbs over her erect nipples and watched her eyes flutter until they were nearly closed, and her lips parted on a sweet moan. She was into frills, guns, doing good, hard work, beer, him, and she was horny. He was a damn lucky man. He was
this
fucking close, and he was
that
fucking hard.

He teased his way to the closure on her jeans and unfastened the button and slid the zipper down. “Will I find matching lace down here?” he murmured. He didn’t wait for an answer and just barely caught her nodded response. “Good.”

He knelt, urged her jeans over her hips and down her legs with his eyes riveted on the apex of her thighs. She’d indeed been telling the truth. Navy-blue lace panties just rode the top of her hip bones. It was a beautiful color against her pale skin, and he leaned close to place a kiss just below her belly button. Silky smooth, she sucked in her stomach at his touch.

He wondered what she’d do if he…

“Oh. God.”

Colt, without prep or planning, lowered his head and sucked her clit and the lace crotch of her panties into his mouth. He kept her pressed to the wall with his hands cupped under her breasts, and the taste of her against his tongue was hot and full of musk. That, in and of itself, was a contrast to the frills of her undergarments.

He worked the bundle of nerves over, sucking hard, then poking at it with his tongue, followed by a series of nibbles. Her thigh muscles fluttered, and her chest shuddered beneath his palms. She gripped his shoulders and used his body for balance.

Her jeans were around her ankles, and she still had her sneakers and socks on, but she was the hottest, sexiest woman he’d ever had half-naked. She whimpered and pleaded with incoherent words for him to let her come. Wetness soaked the lace, and it thrilled him to be able to affect her so much that she lost her control.

Her short nails dug into his skin through his shirt. Her hips bucked into his face, and he clamped his lips tighter around her lace-covered clit.

“Colt, please… I need to…” No other words passed her lips, only a strangled cry, and his name followed repeatedly by the word “yes” in a couple of different octaves. She came, and he sucked harder at her. She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged, pulling his mouth into her pussy, riding out the orgasm. He was only too happy to oblige, reveling in a lover who wasn’t ashamed or timid with what she wanted.

She eased her hold on him and he slowly extracted his head from between her thighs. She leaned back against the door, her eyes closed. Her breath came in deep, and she panted for more air. Her cheeks were flushed too. She looked well fucked, but she wasn’t… Not yet.

“Feel better?”

A small smile crossed her lips. “I’m still not naked.”

Colt laughed. “Let me see if I can finish undressing you, but I’m afraid you won’t be completely naked when I get you in the bed.” He untied her sneakers and helped her remove them, then eased her jeans off over her feet. He danced his fingers up her calves to the back of her thighs and wedged his hands between the wall and her ass to get a firm grip of her flesh. He squeezed her behind, kneaded, then squeezed a second time. She moaned and grabbed for his shoulders again.

“Why not completely naked?”

He wanted that pussy back in his mouth, but he wanted inside her even more. Colt stood slowly and turned them, steering her toward the bed without letting go of her. He couldn’t seem to stop touching, not even for a second, not even when he bumped her into the mattress and they started to lose their balance. She giggled when he let her fall onto the bed as he let go of her. “Because these”—he brushed his fingertips over the lace of her panties—“are too sexy to take off you. I intend to ruin them by fucking you while you wear them.”

“Oh,” she said softly with a blush staining her cheeks.

Colt stood between her legs where they dangled off the side of the bed, and flipped his T-shirt off over his head. He quickly followed that with the unsnapping of his jeans. “What was the ‘Oh’ for? Are you embarrassed by me saying ‘fuck’?” He bent to steal a kiss after she shook her head. “Hmm. Okay. What if I say ‘tits’? Does that offend or bother you?”

She was the one to steal a kiss from him next before he stood upright again. “Of course not. You can talk as dirty as you want as long as I can talk dirty back.”

She was a damn dream, but… “Then what was the blush and all for?”

“You’re going to ruin my favorite panties and bra set. Never had anyone feel that strongly.”

“Get used to it. And I’ll buy you another set. Promise.” He eased his zipper down and started to shuck his pants but stopped. “Remember when I told you I hadn’t expected this to happen?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, that means I didn’t come prepared.” It was his turn to blush now. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, and he ducked his head. He hadn’t wanted to be presumptuous in assuming she’d be open to anything more than dinner. He figured if he didn’t bring protection with him, he was less likely to push for sex this trip.

“I thought men always carried something with them. You know, for those spur-of-the-moment encounters.”

He glanced up through his lashes. “Hate to burst your bubble, darlin’, but I had one woman on my mind when I flew into Savannah, and even though I wanted her, I wasn’t about to presume that she would want me as much. So, no, I didn’t bring anything.”

Chrissie touched the bottom of his chin with the tip of her finger and urged his head up. She was smiling, and when his gaze met hers, she winked. “I did.”

Maybe he should get them to the nearest justice of the peace. “You did?”

“Only one, but yeah, I did.”

Colt wasn’t used to having the tables turned on him like this. He’d been smitten before. Now, though… “You thought I’d be easy?”

She shrugged. “No. I just kinda figured I would be after a few beers. It’s in the front pocket of my purse.”

“You’re something else, baby.” He kissed her with a smack of lips and gathered up her purse from the floor, where she’d dropped it when they came in. Sure enough, she had a Trojan foil packet tucked inside. “How’d you know what size to get?”

“Guessed.”

“Good one.” He dropped his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them. He advanced on her, one knee on the bed at a time. “You might want scoot up a bit.” Grinning, he tore the foil open and unrolled the condom down his cock. He’d been trying not to think about how hard he was, because if he had, he was afraid he’d have come as soon as they were alone.

The taste of her lingered on his tongue, and the feel of her was still remembered in his fingers. He didn’t think he’d be able to hold off any longer.

Colt knew he’d never forget this first time with her or the vision of her on her back with her legs slightly parted. He might have wanted more personal surroundings for it, but he wouldn’t and couldn’t complain. She was there, in his current bed, beautiful, nearly naked, and ready for him.

He crawled between her legs and hooked two fingers along the edge of her panties and pulled them to the side. “You sure?” he asked through gritted teeth. He was barely holding on to his self-control, but he’d give her one chance to change her mind.

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