Holding You (Love Wanted in Texas #3)(6)

Lauren turned and looked at me, her mouth parted slightly open. “This is beautiful,” she whispered.

Fist pumping internally, I walked over and pulled her to me. “Not as beautiful as you, Lauren.”

Closing her eyes tightly, she opened them. They were filled with tears and my breath left my lungs. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” I asked as I dropped the bags I was carrying and cupped her face.

“I’m so sorry, Colt.”

Looking at her with a confused look, I asked, “Sorry for what, Lauren?”

Placing her hands on my arms, she was barely able to speak. “I’m so sorry for pushing you away, for hurting you with the things I said and did, and for Roger.”

Roger. Oh God. She slept with Roger. I felt sick to my stomach and I wanted to take a step away, but I didn’t.

“Roger?” I asked as my voice cracked.

Her eyes widened in horror. “No. Oh God no, Colt. I never slept with him. I knew it would drive you crazy if I dated him and that’s why I did. He tried a few times to get me to sleep with him, but . . .”

My heart slammed in my chest, and I made plans to beat the f*ck out of that * when I saw him again.

“But?”

“I always knew my heart belonged to you. As much as I tried to fight it . . . it only grew stronger. I’m so scared of my feelings for you and then everything with my father and the ranch. I thought it was easier to push you away than admit you were everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Her words flowed through my mind as I let them soak in. My heart felt like it might explode with Lauren saying I was all she’s ever wanted.

You were everything I’ve ever wanted.

Leaning in to her, I brushed my lips against hers. “Tell me, Lauren. Tell me what you want, baby.”

Closing her eyes, she held onto me tighter. “You, Colt. I want you.”

Reaching behind Lauren’s back, I began to unzip the dress she wore. She had looked beautiful today and I was pretty sure my pants grew ten times too small when I watched her walk down the aisle. Her beauty was unlike anything I had ever seen before.

“Lauren, are you nervous?”

Nodding her head, she whispered, “Yes.”

Taking a step back, I looked into her eyes. “I used to dream about being with you, Lauren. I had everything planned out in my mind on how I wanted it to be for us.” Closing my eyes, I thought back to my dreams. Opening them, I reached up and pushed the dress off of her body and watched as it pooled on the floor.

Lauren stood before me, dressed in a white strapless bra and matching lace panties. Her body was beyond anything I could have dreamed of. Lauren appeared to be confident, yet shy. I could see she wanted to look away, but she held her gaze. “And how do I compare to your dreams?”

Taking a step closer, I kissed her neck as she let out whimper. Between each kiss, I spoke. “Oh, Lauren.” Kissing along her neck, I moved down. “My dreams could never have prepared me for your perfection.”

Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra and watched it fall to the ground. Letting out a moan, I took her breasts into my hands. They fit perfectly. I rubbed my thumbs across her nipples as she dropped her head back and moaned. My body felt as if it was on fire. “Colt, your touch is amazing. My body feels like it is on fire.” Smiling, I kissed her lips quickly.

Dropping to my knees, I kissed around her belly button. Slipping my fingers into the top of her lace panties, I slowly took them off of her as she lifted each leg to remove them.

Taking a look at her, I fought like hell not to come in my pants. Jesus H. Christ. She was perfect. Lifting my eyes back up to hers, I could see she was nervous. I wanted to ask her how far she had gone with Roger, but I also didn’t want to ruin the mood.

Lifting her leg, I placed it over my shoulder as I watched her eyes widen in anticipation of what I was going to do. My body tingled all over at the idea of being so intimate with Lauren. It was as if she could read my mind. Wetting her lips, she whispered, “I’ve never . . . I mean no one has ever . . .”

Smiling, I moved in closer and gently blew on her sensitive skin. “Never, Lauren?”

Frantically shaking her head, Lauren closed her eyes and said, “Never. It never felt right.”

I placed my lips above her clit and gently kissed her as she sucked in a breath of air. Knowing I would be the first to do this made me happier than I thought. I was dying to taste her. Moving her leg off of me, I quickly stood up, and scooped Lauren into my arms. She let out a playful scream as I carried her across the room. “I need to know what you taste like, Lauren.”

“Oh, God,” Lauren whispered as I gently placed her down on the king-sized bed.

Looking at Lauren laid out on the bed, I let out a moan. I quickly undressed myself as Lauren watched. Pushing my pants down, I watched her eyes as they landed on my hard dick, hidden behind my boxer briefs. Lauren sat up and quickly moved to the edge of the bed.

“Wait,” she said as she knelt before me. “I want to remove them,” she said as her voice cracked. As she lifted her hands, I couldn’t help but notice they were shaking. I knew she was nervous, and I’m sure she was scared out of her mind. Hell, I was scared out of my mind.

Placing her hands on my stomach, she smiled. “Your body, Colt . . . it’s amazing.”

Closing my eyes briefly before opening them again, I held my breath as Lauren bit down on her lip as she stared at my dick. Slowly pushing my briefs down, she never stopped staring. I was beginning to have a complex. Surely she’d seen a dick before. I couldn’t imagine with her dating she had never gotten a guy off with her hand.