Kaleidoscope (Colorado Mountain #6)(36)

Her neck arched back, mouth open, moan silent, limbs convulsing, sex rippling, she took all of him and liked it.

Fuck.

“More,” she breathed.

That was all Deck needed.

He pounded deep, watched and felt her reach for it, take hold and slide over the side, crying out, her neck arced, the elegant line of her jaw exposed, then her head shot forward and she buried her face in his neck.

He rode her hard, harder, then he planted himself, and Emme’s fire dancing behind his eyes, Emme his entire universe, Deck exploded on a long, deep groan.

After it left him, he felt her pu**y slick and tight around his cock, her body soft and yielding under his, her limbs wrapped around him tight and her face was still buried in his neck.

He turned his head so he could find her ear with his lips and when he did, he whispered, “Like I was sayin’, Emme, you were not a mark.”

Her body tensed under him, her limbs starting to release.

He pressed his h*ps into hers, she stilled and he growled, “That went a lot faster than I reckon you were ready to go, but doesn’t matter. This is where we are now and this is the beginning. And don’t piss me off by stayin’ angry when you now know you got no call to be and tryin’ to push me away by tellin’ me that wasn’t as hot and f**kin’ great for you as it was for me because I won’t believe you.”

She said nothing.

So he went on.

“And, babe, you’re pissed, you got a filthy mouth.”

Again he felt a tensing of her body before she relaxed.

“You curse all the time,” she whispered.

“I’m allowed. I’m a guy.”

This time, her body jerked, her head snapped back and her eyes found his.

Hers were sated, surprised, confused and peeved.

It was a hot look. It also was a cute one.

He grinned at her.

The peeved left, soft came in and she whispered, “You’re teasing.”

“Yeah.”

Her eyes moved over his face, around his head, then back to his before she asked, “Did we just do what we just did?”

His grin got bigger. “Oh yeah.”

“I’m not sure I can face Buford again. He saw me naked.”

Cute. Sweet.

Emme.

Fuck.

He was buried inside Emme.

Sweet.

“That’s not good, babe, ’cause I’m not gonna lock him outta my room seein’ as it’s his room too so he’s gonna see a lot of that.”

Her expression shifted in a way he didn’t like and she started, “Jacob—”

He had a feeling they were getting into the confused part of her earlier look, which could mean Emme’s retreat. Something he was not about to let happen.

Not after the beauty she just let loose and gave him.

To stop it, he dropped his mouth to touch it to hers, lifted up and said, “I gotta get rid of this condom. Then I gotta put on my jeans and make a dozen calls to guys I got all over the county lookin’ for you. Then I gotta pull your Bronco in the drive ’cause we’re gettin’ weather tonight and I got a three-car garage so I don’t have to scrape the windshields of any vehicle. I’ll get you a tee. You get your ass to the kitchen because I haven’t eaten dinner seein’ as I’ve been all over the f**kin’ place lookin’ for you. So as penance, you’re gonna make me a sandwich. We’ll talk while I’m eatin’ it.”

“You and a bunch of guys were looking for me?” she asked, her eyes bigger, her look stunned.

“Babe, you don’t gotta be a genius to know something’s up when you call me at the drop of a hat to connect and suddenly you’re hangin’ up on me after you get a visit from the sheriff about a ring you told me about. But, reminder, I am a genius so I figured it out. I got worried. You were pissed. Probably hurt. And not home so that meant both of those and in a car. So I sent men searching.”

“I don’t know whether to laugh because you’re funny. Apologize that I put you to that trouble. Or be hurt and angry because you didn’t tell me Dane was a serious bad guy and not only does he work for me, I was seeing him.”

Fuck. It appeared he’d solved one problem giving her an orgasm, now he had a different one.

He slanted his head, brushed his lips up her jaw and, in her ear, whispered, “We’ll talk over a sandwich.”

She hesitated before she agreed, “Okay.”

He slid out and liked the way her limbs tightened around him as he did. Then he slid his lips over her chest as he rolled them across the bed and finally pulled her out of it.

He put her on her feet, grabbed her hand and led her to his chest of drawers. He opened one and yanked out a tee but he didn’t give it to her. He shook it out, bunched it up and pulled it over her head.

Emme pushed her arms through and the tee dropped down to her thighs.

He cupped her jaw with his hands and bent close.

“You want me to go get your panties?” he asked.

“I’ll get them,” she whispered.

He nodded, lifted up, kissed her forehead, let her go and moved to the bathroom.

He had his jeans on, pulled on a sweater and had his phone to his ear while he was making his way through the house to the garage when he saw Emme in his kitchen, her back to him. She was at the counter with bread, condiments and Ziplocs of deli supplies spread around her.