Colters' Woman (Colters' Legacy #1)(55)

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

She felt him swell even larger between her legs.

“God, I love it when you talk dirty,” he muttered.

She grinned and sank her teeth into his shoulder.

“Damn, woman, are you trying to make me come before I ever get inside you?”

“If you’d hurry your ass up, you wouldn’t have to worry about that.”

“Impatient little minx.”

He shifted over her, put a hand between them and guided himself to her entrance.

“Much better,” she said with a breathless sigh.

“I ought to make you wait.”

She bit him again. “Fuck me.”

He surged inside her in one powerful stroke. He gathered her tightly in his arms, held her close as his hips began undulating between her legs.

“Harder,” she urged.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he complained.

“Wuss.”

He yanked at her hair. “Watch it, wench.”

He pushed himself up off her and grasped her legs in his hands. He doubled her knees to her chest and withdrew, arced above her.

He slid forward inch by agonizing inch until she was breathless with wanting. Then he plunged deep, his hard thighs slapping against her butt. She gasped at the depth.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped when he paused.

He grinned down at her. “Not so cocky now, are we?”

“I’m so going to get you back for this,” she gritted out.

He pulled back and stopped. She bucked her hips, trying to seat him fully again.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

He groaned and slid into her again. “I love a woman with a potty mouth.”

She laughed.

He began to thrust harder, setting a breathtaking pace. She tried to catch up, to breathe, but she was robbed of air.

He let her legs go and they slumped to the side. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him as close to her as she could. Then she circled his waist with her legs, locking him into place.

They kissed hotly, wetly, their tongues imitating the sliding motion of his c**k in and out of her pu**y. His hands tangled roughly in her hair as he pulled her mouth to his.

Urgency mounted in her groin. Her orgasm raced upon her with speed she’d never experienced. There was no slow build to the finish. It exploded around her in a violent surge. Every muscle in her body strained painfully and then released like an arrow from a bow.

Ryan thrust powerfully against her, his hips rocking her forward on the bed. “Oh, damn,” he strained out.

Yeah, damn. She collapsed beneath him as he surged forward again, his seed rushing into her body. His hips twitched and jerked as he continued to jet his release.

Finally he slumped between her legs, his forehead resting on hers. His breaths came in jerky spurts as he sucked in mouthfuls of air.

“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned.

“But what a way to go,” she said.

He rolled to the side of her and drew her into his arms. “Want me to draw you a bath?”

She smiled. “No, I’d much rather stay right here.”

“You wore me out,” he complained.

“Whiner.”

He tweaked her nipple with his free hand. “Watch your mouth or I’ll slide my dick in it to shut you up.”

“Promises, promises,” she chided.

He chuckled and rested his chin on top of her head. “Go to sleep.”

She sighed. “You going to get the lights or shall I?”

He groaned but slid out of bed and padded toward the light switch. Before he reached it, the lights flickered and went out, plunging the room into darkness.

“Ryan?” she called out in a wavery voice.

Icy dread snaked down her spine. She knew he hadn’t flipped the switch. He hadn’t even touched it yet.

Ryan strode back to the bed. He reached down for his jeans and threw her clothes onto the bed. “Get dressed,” he commanded.

She hurried out of bed and pulled the camisole over her head. She reached for the underwear and thrust a leg into them.

“Come with me,” Ryan said, reaching for her arm.

He hustled her down the hallway, his arm curled protectively around her.

“Is it the weather?” she asked as they entered the living room.

Ryan bent over the desk and dug out a flashlight. “No, I don’t think so.”

Fear formed a hard ball in her stomach. “What is it then?”

He turned to her, his face barely outlined in the darkness. “Listen to me. I want you to go into the guest bathroom and lock yourself in. There’s no windows. Stay until I come get you.”

Terror swept over her. “Ryan, what’s going on?”

He bent and kissed her hard, taking her breath. “Go.”

She ran. Through the dining room and down the other hallway where all the guestrooms were situated. She felt her way in the darkness, her hands sliding down the walls. She threw open the door to the bathroom and rushed in, slamming it behind her.

She bolted the lock then felt around in the darkness. The counter, the rim of the toilet. She fumbled with the seat and quietly set it down then sat and hunched forward, hugging her knees to her chest.

Hours passed or was it minutes? It felt like an eternity. Where was Ryan? There was no sound, only the suffocating cape of darkness.