Colters' Woman (Colters' Legacy #1)(43)

“Witch.”

She withdrew, smirking at him.

She cut into her steak and savored each and every bite of the tender meat. In between bites of her own food, the men gave her samples of their entrees, each one given with a dose of sensuality that left her weak and aching. She’d never existed in such a haze of sexual awareness. Each look, each touch sizzled and burned, awakened a powerful yearning within her.

She knew they were drawing attention from nearby tables, and she didn’t care. Let them look. How could she possibly feel awkward about something that felt so intrinsically right? Never in her life had she felt with such absolute conviction that she was where she needed to be.

“What are you thinking about, doll?”

She smiled at Ethan, allowing the full force of her contentment to shine.

“I was thinking how perfect this evening is.”

“And to think it’s just getting started,” Ryan murmured.

Adam slid his hand over to rest on her thigh. His thumb drew lazy circles above her knee, and his fingers slipped further between her legs.

“I’m glad you’re having a good time, baby.”

She leaned back in the chair, her glass of wine in hand. She sipped leisurely at it.

“Anyone up for dessert?” she asked.

Three pair of eyes sizzled over her skin. She shivered in reaction.

“I know exactly what I want for dessert,” Ethan drawled.

Her cheeks blazed, and her legs clenched together to squelch the unbearable tightening in her pu**y.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Ethan whispered. “So sweet. Soft.”

“Maybe we should go,” she mumbled.

“Something wrong?” Adam asked.

She shot him a dirty look. Then she leaned over, brushing her br**sts against his arm. She dipped her hand low, slid it over his thigh, between his legs until she cupped his bulge in her hand. She squeezed gently, kneading and fondling.

“Not a thing,” she said sweetly.

He stood and hauled her up next to him. “Never let it be said I didn’t accommodate a lady. Let’s go.”

The ride home was quiet. Tension radiated throughout the vehicle, and Holly’s legs stayed tightly pressed together. Her clit pulsed and hummed. If she so much as touched herself there, she’d go off like a rocket.

When they arrived at the hotel, she walked to the elevator on shaky legs. Once inside, Ryan pulled her against him, his hands fumbling with her jeans.

“Off,” he ordered.

“We’re in an elevator,” she whispered.

He gave her a wicked grin as the elevator did a slow rise to the third floor. “Don’t make me rip them off you.”

She swallowed then quickly shucked her shoes and jeans. Oh God, don’t let anyone be going up!

Ryan unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down then hoisted Holly up in his arms. In the time the elevator climbed to the sixth floor, he had sunk his c**k deep inside her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in the curve of his shoulder. His palms cupped her ass, squeezing, lifting as he plunged deeper.

She wasn’t going to last. She was too aroused from the night of teasing.

The elevator whooshed open and Ryan started forward, his steps measured as he worked around his jeans that were pulled down to his hips.

She’d never experienced such a rush. Ryan buried deeply within her pu**y, walking down a public hallway of a hotel, knowing someone, anyone could walk out and see them at any time.

Adam walked in front, and behind them, Ethan carried Holly’s shoes and jeans.

She moaned, biting her lips to keep the cries of pleasure at bay. She gripped Ryan harder and rocked her hips closer in to him.

Adam opened the door and Ryan walked inside, carrying Holly. Ryan pressed her to the wall next to the bathroom, reminiscent of their interlude in the barn. Holly couldn’t hold on any longer.

Her stomach tightened, her pelvis constricted, every muscle in her pu**y exploded in pleasure. She cried out as Ryan’s mouth smashed into hers. He rocked her against the wall, driving harder.

She was adrift in mindless pleasure, her body drawn as tight as a bowstring. And still she kept climbing.

Ryan’s mouth slid down her neck, nipping and sucking as his hips rocked between her thighs.

“Let go,” he whispered. “I’ll catch you. I’ll always catch you.”

His words, so heartfelt, were her complete undoing. She splintered into a hundred different pieces, each going a different direction. The room blurred and slipped out of focus, and she went limp against Ryan.

He gathered her tighter in his arms, his body going rigid as his own release gripped him. Slowly, with extreme care, he lowered her until her legs released his waist and her feet hit the floor.

As Ryan stepped away, Adam curled an arm around her waist and guided her toward the bathroom.

“First a nice, hot shower. Then we have plans for you.”

“You mean there’s more?” she asked weakly. Honestly, if there was much more, she was going to live a very short life. How much pleasure could one woman stand?

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Oh yeah, baby. The night is just beginning.”

Chapter Seventeen

Holly closed her eyes as Adam gently washed her body under the hot spray of the shower. He kissed and sucked in between rubs and strokes until she was very nearly out of her mind with pleasure.