Dark Sexy Knight (A Modern Fairytale)(50)
As though he’d read her mind, his hands on her back slid around her sides, and she broke off their kiss gently, leaning away from him just a little to take one of his wrists and lay his palm gently over her breast. Staring into her eyes, panting from the intensity of their kiss, he flinched as he registered what she’d done, what she was clearly inviting him to do.
“I stop when you say stop,” he growled softly, then dipped his head and took her uncovered nipple between his lips as his hand squeezed her other breast lightly.
Verity’s hands shot to his head, burying themselves in his hair as a bolt of white-hot desire sluiced through her. She moaned, little sounds of desire, of pleasure, of heightened lust, filling the silence of his room as he sucked and licked, swirling his tongue around the tight bud, then laving it gently. Her hands fashioned his hair into a ponytail, and she hung on tightly as he skimmed his lips from one breast to the other, sucking her other nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue across it until she yanked hard and cried out.
“Too much?” he asked, pausing to look up at her.
“More,” she sighed greedily, flexing her fingers through the silken strands of his hair as he lowered his mouth again.
Her panties flooded with wetness, and she surged against his hardened cock, panting as he rolled her other damp nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He thrust up against her, and she rolled her hips, throwing her head back as his tongue circled her peaked, swollen flesh. The next time she gyrated against him, he met her movement with perfect anticipation, his body colliding with hers, which pressed the zipper of her shorts into her clit.
She gasped from the sensation, clasping his face and demanding his lips as she rocked against him again and again, her shorts massaging the crevice of her sex with every thrust as his abs scraped against her sensitive breasts. He kissed her fiercely, lowering his hands to her hips so he could control their movements, so that the pressure on her clit stayed constant and strong.
“Colton,” she rasped, her breathing jagged, his name uneven on her lips, “I’m going to . . . to . . .”
“I want you to,” he said. “Hold on to me.”
She looped her arms around his neck as he kissed her again. She hung on as he’d instructed her to, but her head fell back when he abandoned her lips and sucked her nipple between into his mouth again. As he thrust up against her in a slow, rhythmic motion, she closed her eyes, about to lose her mind. Over and over again, slowly rubbing her to the point of madness, until she couldn’t bear the swirling swell of pressure inside, and she cried out his name, a strangled sound of profound pleasure as her muscles flexed and contracted in a small frenzy of bliss.
When her brain started working again, a few minutes later, she found she was still straddling his lap, her cheek resting on his shoulder as he gently stroked her naked back with rough fingers.
“Colton,” she whispered. “Oh my God.”
“You okay?” he asked, his voice rough and gravelly.
She felt like purring. “Mm-hm. Are you?” It felt polite to ask, though it suddenly occurred to her that he’d had none of the mind-blowing satisfaction she’d just enjoyed. “Do you need—”
“I felt all of it, sunshine,” he said, his arms around her tightening just a little. “I felt you.”
She smiled, leaning forward so that she could press her lips against his neck. “It was . . . amazing.”
“What now?” he asked tentatively.
She kissed his neck again, then drew back to look at his face, into his eyes. Did she want more? Of course she did. But they were new to each other. They were more and more important to each other every day. She worried that rushing things could hurt the newness, devalue the importance of this brand-new beautiful thing they were building. And she wouldn’t be able to bear that. So she forced herself not to ask for more. Not now. Not yet.
“Didn’t you invite me to watch a movie?” she asked, hoping he wouldn’t take her words as a rejection of what had just happened between them, hoping he wouldn’t be upset that she wanted their epic make-out session to be enough for tonight, hoping he would somehow know how much it meant to her, how much he meant to her.
He nodded, his dark eyes connecting with hers, a tiny bit of surprise in their depths. “Want to?”
“Yep,” she said, grinning at him. “I want to lie down next to you, all curled up against you like a spoon, with your arm around me and your breath on the back of my neck . . . and I want to watch a movie.”
He smiled back at her, his face so happy and so handsome, it damn near broke her heart because his expression was a mirror of the happiness in her heart.
“Then that’s exactly what we’ll do.”
***
A week turned into two, and before Colt knew it, a whole month had slipped away since the day he’d first seen Verity and Ryan Gwynn in the Marriott ballroom doorway looking like lost sheep.
There had been no talk of them moving from his house. If anything, they’d settled in like they’d always been there, and that’s exactly how Colt wanted it. Verity made them breakfast almost every morning, and he gave her the keys to his car so that, if he had to go in for a matinee show, she could drive him, and he’d pick her up when her dinner show shift was finished.
On the nights they got off work at the same time, he went through the drive-through at McDonald’s to get Ryan something to eat on the way home, and he and Verity had dinner together after Ryan had gone to bed. Those nights ended with her curled up beside him in his bed, fast asleep after making out, watching a movie or talking until almost dawn.