Colters' Lady (Colters' Legacy #2)(68)

He leaned forward, holding himself deep, and his mouth found her ni**les, tugging at them with his teeth. He nipped and then soothed the taut bud with his tongue. He pressed tender kisses and then nipped sharply again until she was a writhing mass of crazy.

His fingers dug into her ass, holding her to him. Then he leaned back, sliding completely out. He opened her wider with his hands and hammered forward again, rocking until she lost her grip.

Her back hit the desk, and he went with her, never leaving her, his hips pumping urgently as he buried himself in her over and over until she was dizzy and riding an intense sexual high like she’d never experienced.

She was drunk on passion. Her orgasm was razor sharp, building and then exploding over her like a flash flood. Fast. Intense.

She started to scream his name but he slipped a hand over her mouth, holding in the hoarse shout of exquisite pleasure.

She didn’t even know if he’d finished yet. Her body quaked and quivered around his cock. She let out little whimpers as each stroke sent excruciating shock waves through her ravaged body.

He leaned down, brushing his lips across hers. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I love you.”

He was still inside her but she could feel the pulse of his c**k as he came down from his own orgasm. She lay sprawled over his desk, boneless, helpless to move. She didn’t even know her name at this point.

“Oh God, you killed me,” he groaned.

“Huh uh. That’s my line,” she slurred out.

He picked himself up off her and carefully withdrew from her quivering body. Then he reached for her and helped her up.

She picked up her clothing but couldn’t seem to get her hands to work right. Dillon gently took her jeans and shirt from her and dressed her with slow, tender hands. When he was done, he pulled her into his arms and pressed his lips to her forehead.

“I’ve wanted to tell you,” he whispered. “I’m sorry it had to be when you came to me first. It should have been me. I needed to have told you before now. I was too caught up in it being the perfect time, the perfect moment.”

She smiled up at him. “It’s perfect now.”

He caught her hand and raised it to his mouth, kissing each of her fingertips before nuzzling his mouth into her palm.

“You’re perfect. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she whispered.

And then she looked at the clock. “Oh hell, I’ve got to go. Your mom is waiting for me in the car.”

His look of horror was comical. “You came in here and we f**ked like crazy people while my mom was waiting in the car?”

“Well, in my defense, I only planned to tell you I loved you.”

He closed his eyes. “Oh God. This is awkward.”

Lily laughed. “It hasn’t been that long. I think we set a record for quickie sex.”

His eyes darkened. “I plan to remedy that later.”

“And I very much look forward to it.”

She leaned up on tiptoe. “I’ll see you later. I just hope to hell I can walk now.”

His laughter followed her out the door.

Chapter Thirty

Lily peeked at the chicken in the oven and rubbed her hands together in delight. Tonight’s meal was going to cap off an utterly perfect day. She hummed and smiled her way around the kitchen as she gave an absent stir to the potatoes and then checked on the vegetables.

It was so nice to have people to cook for again. She loved cooking. Loved being in the kitchen. It was second only to her love of drawing, and here…here she could indulge in both without judgment.

A few minutes later, she deemed the chicken perfect and took it out of the oven to rest on the stovetop while she finished the potatoes and turned the veggies down to simmer.

She looked at the clock and said a silent yes! The guys were due home any minute and she had everything ready.

She rushed to get the plates set out and the silverware neatly in place. Then she filled glasses with ice and put the tea pitcher within reaching distance.

After all the other food was set out, she transferred the chicken from the roaster to a platter and carried it to the table to carve.

Before she set knife to meat, she heard the door open and the murmur of male voices.

Her guys. Just the sound of them sent a thrill up her spine. She let her hands fall to the table and looked up in anticipation, waiting for them to round the corner into the kitchen

Michael was first in, followed by Seth and then Dillon.

“Need help with that?” Michael said as he went around her and came in close to nibble at her ear.

“It smells wonderful,” Dillon said with a moan.

“Roasted chicken with apricot honey glaze along with garlic potatoes and vegetables,” Lily announced.

Seth put his hand to his stomach and staggered back.

Lily smiled and handed over the carving knife to Michael.

“Have a seat, you guys. As soon as Michael carves it up, we’re ready to eat.”

“You’re already hopelessly spoiling us,” Dillon said.

“No more than you’ve spoiled me.”

She went around to take a seat next to Dillon. She made the mistake of looking over at him and saw the fire in his eyes. She flushed and even felt heat surge over her scalp.

He chuckled low and then reached down between them to give her hand a squeeze.