HOOKED ON YOU (Paradise Cove) (19 page)

Oh, God, he hurt with wanting her. He kissed the soft side of her cheek, and put a hand in her hair, making a fist of the lush thick curls. She turned her head, offering him access to her slender neck. His lips tasted her skin and she shivered. But she didn’t move away.

Colt gave her neck soft kisses and little nibbles, then followed the path down to her shoulder. He pushed the t-shirt aside, dropped heated kisses on her tender skin, eager to go lower. Much lower. Patience, he warned himself, don’t rush this.

His lips returned to her neck and he nibbled her left ear. She moaned his name.

His hand tugged at her hair, gently pulling her head back—covering her mouth with his. Hot, needy, tongue plunging in, taking, seeking, engaging in a duel that had his pulse soaring, his body aching. He needed this woman. And, by God, he would have her tonight. Finally.

“Colt?”

“Hmm.” He wouldn’t remove his mouth from hers. If he did, he might never find it again. His free hand roamed over her breast. It was taut, firm, full in his hand. He let out a low growl, and flicked his thumb over her nipple.

Instead of pushing him away, she moved closer. Her hand lowered down his back and rested on the curve of his ass. He took that as a sign of encouragement and tilted his hips ever so slightly. His groin made contact with her center.

Taylor shuddered and opened her mouth wider, kissing him with more passion than he’d dared hope. She arched her back and pressed her breast into his hand.

“Colt?”

This time when she said his name, he had the presence of mind to listen.

“Hmm?”

“My bedroom is on the left.”

He loved forward-thinking women.

He grabbed her hand and hurried her down the hall. She began to laugh. “Slow down. I’m not about to change my mind.”

Colt grinned at her. “You’re sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly, gently, with all the tenderness in his soul. He wasn’t sure how much there was, but what he had belonged to her.

“Did anyone tell you that you’re a great kisser?” she murmured.

He decided not to answer, but to prove his skill instead. With his mouth still hot on hers, he walked her backwards to the double bed. A blue and white lightweight quilt, with two ruffled pillows, and a smaller heart-shaped one.

He tossed the heart on the floor, and whipped the cover off the bed. Then he laid her down and sat next to her. “Taylor…you are so beautiful. I want this to be special.”

She put a finger on his lips and smiled sweetly. “Don’t spoil it by talking. For once in my life, I just want to lose my head.”

He chuckled. “I can help you with that.”

He ripped off his shirt, and got to his feet, dropping his pants. He was commando and his manhood stood on high alert.

Taylor’s eyes widened but she sat up and removed her t-shirt, then shimmied out of her shorts. She lay back down in a white lacy bra and matching panties, her hot gaze on him.

She reached and stroked him. His cock pulsed in her hand. He knelt over her and kissed her hungrily, knowing he had to have her soon. He had waited too long for her, and his patience was gone. He would take what she was offering, and give it back again and again.

He bent to suckle her nipple through the lacy material, and it budded and peaked inside his mouth. She squirmed under him and he knew she was impatient too. He unsnapped her bra and tossed it aside, filling his hands and mouth with her luscious breasts that reminded him of two perfect peaches. Being an expert on breasts, he’d already known the shape of them through the shirts she wore each day. The tiny budded nipples that exploded in his mouth were a delicious surprise. He could make her peaches into a steady diet for a long, long time.

At his nudging she widened her legs, allowing his painful arousal a place to call home. Through her underwear, he pushed against her, feeling her wetness, her answering need. She lifted her hips wanting him. Pushing the lace aside, he slipped a finger in and then another. She moaned and bit his shoulder.

She was breathing hard, pushing against him, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up and slid her undies down her long, slim legs, over her toes and to the floor. He stayed there for a second and took one toe in his mouth and sucked gently. She called his name. He waited, running his tongue along the bottom of her foot, over her ankle to her calf muscle, continuing to the soft skin behind her knee. Moving northward, his tongue lingered on the tender skin between her thighs. He felt her quiver, and his heart thundered in response. Damn, this woman turned him into mush.

He’d never wanted to please a woman the way he did with her. His own needs were forgotten as he watched her wither under him. Her body was flush and sweet, and for the moment it was his. He intended to enjoy every morsel and take his time doing it too.

He knew she was ready, almost over the edge, but still he waited, giving her soft kisses, his fingers doing their magic. She cried out, and his mouth followed his hand, but she pushed his head away. Moving quickly she grabbed a condom from the side drawer, expertly slipping it over the length of him.

“Where did you get that?” he asked in surprise.

“In Brittany’s drawer. She shared a room with Mom and must have forgotten a fresh pack. Unless it’s Mom’s, but I don’t want to think of that.” She glanced up at him. “I want you to make love to me. Now.”

His eyes held hers as he moved steadily toward her. She opened her legs with a welcoming smile. Clasping hands, he straddled her, then pushed hard. Once, twice, and was in.

Her legs wrapped around him and took him deep. Her hands held his head as she kissed him long and hard.

In his wildest fantasies, he had never imagined Taylor like this. He’d always thought she would be sweet and demure, warm and affectionate but instead she was like a hungry tigress.

He filled her completely, pounding inside of her until she whimpered and came. He didn’t stop. He pulled out and kissed her tenderly between the legs, and then he built her up and did it all over again.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Throughout the long, blistery night they slept wrapped around each other, and it was near dawn when Taylor woke up to feel a hand curved around her breast, and one leg over hers. She peeked over at the face next to hers. Colt’s blond hair was on her pillow. They were cramped in the double bed, and yet she had no desire to move.

She took a moment to study him as he continued to sleep. His breathing was steady, his lower lip slightly open. He had a full, sexy mouth that could do amazing things to her. She had experienced them all during the night. She loved his mouth. She glanced down at the hand covering her breast. That hand had touched her in places that would burn her memory for a long time to come. Speaking of coming, oh my! She had never known she was capable of more than one. And what a climax it was. It went on and on, like she couldn’t shut down.

She smiled, thinking about it. Frozen? I don’t think so! No sirree, buddy. She was like her sisters after all. Passionate in nature.

She glanced at him again and then bent over to kiss his lips.

His eyes popped open. “Taylor?”

“That’s right. It’s me.” Hurt made her ask, “You forgot already?”

His lips curved in a smile. “Forget? Are you kidding me? I will never forget one thing about you. Or this night. Just wanted to know if you have any more?”

“More what?”

“Condoms. We used three last night.”

She rummaged in the drawer. “Sure. It was a full pack.”

“I just need to use your bathroom for a sec, then I’ll be right back. You want some water or something? This could take us awhile.”

“A while for what?”

“To work through the pack.” Then whistling a happy tune, he strolled down the hall.

She watched his fine ass until it was out of sight, then giggling, she hid her face under the covers. She was thirty years old and had just discovered her sexuality.

And she damn well liked it.

Hours later, they sat at the kitchen table eating ham and scrambled eggs with whole wheat toast. They were on their second cup of coffee and listening to the news on the radio when they heard a knock on the door.

Colt opened the door to Miguel, and the older man glanced at Taylor, seeing her wearing nothing but a silk robe. She was seated at the table, spreading mango jam on a piece of toast.

She smiled. “Good morning, Miguel. Want a cup of coffee?”

“Uh. No.” He glanced from her contented face to Colt’s, then halted near the door. “The storm has been reduced to a category one. Should be hitting south of here possibly by mid afternoon.” He looked uncomfortable, his eyes shying away from the new lovers. “Kayla sent me. She wants you two to come and stay with them. She called last night and again this morning but never got through.” He glanced at the floor. “It’s safer and more comfortable there.” He shrugged. “No boards. Her windows are hurricane proof.”

Taylor glanced at Colt, stomach churning. She wanted longer with him, and didn’t want to lose this fragile new connection. Once this storm disappeared, likely they’d return to friendship status, but she wasn’t ready for that yet.

“What do you think, Colt?” Say no, she said silently, hoping he’d have the same strong reaction as her. This was too new, too wonderful and she wanted to extend this moment together. Was another night too much to ask?

“Up to you. It won’t be pleasant staying here.” His face was devoid of expression and she couldn’t get a read on his true feelings. Once again, he was hiding from her. He shrugged, almost carelessly. “You might want your family around.”

Really?
He thought she’d prefer her family that she lived with day in and day out, instead of another night making passionate love?
I mean
really?
She wanted to kick him, she felt so disappointed. How could he let her slip so easily out of his arms?

She jutted her chin out. “I’m not going without you,” she said her eyes steady on his. “You want to go?”

“We’re safe enough,” he said, “but we could lose power. It will be stifling hot in no time, and the place will be like a cave, all boarded up.”

“So what do you suggest?” Taylor asked, trying to hold in the hurt. She had to be a big girl. If the night and morning of incredible sex was enough for him, well, then that’s all it would ever be.

“We should go,” he said immediately. “Pack up enough for one night, and return tomorrow.”

“I agree. That’s a good decision,” Miguel said. He nodded at her. “I’ll wait in the truck.”

“No, Miguel, go and tell the others we’ll be there soon. I need to shower and dress and gather up a few things. We have board games. Monopoly. Checkers. I’ll bring those too.”

Miguel left and Taylor turned to Colt. She put a smile on her face when she asked, “You didn’t want to stay?” Her voice almost cracked, but he didn’t seem to notice. She clutched the back of the chair with knuckles that had gone white.

He glanced away from her. “Of course I did. But it was obvious that we’d slept together. Not that I care, but I figured you might.”

“Should I?”

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

“Then don’t.” She left him standing there and went in to shower. Sadly, she washed away his scent, but she knew no matter how much she lathered, she’d be unable to scrub away the hurt. Was it over then? One night had satisfied him? How could that be? The way they’d made love—he seemed totally into her. And she was certainly hooked on him. After last night how could she not have strong, loving feelings? He’d touched her in ways that no man had ever done. But she had her pride and could never let him know.

Once she was dressed, she returned to pack up some food from the kitchen and collect the board games. Colt took his shower, then grabbed a few of the lanterns and the radio in case the storm knocked out the power at Kayla’s waterfront home.

Within an hour they were reunited with her family. Kayla glanced at her and Colt, and smiled with satisfaction. “Did I drag you away from something?” she whispered, giving her a hug.

“Nothing important,” she answered lightly. Afraid that Kayla would look too deep and see beyond her bright smile, she moved on to greet her mom, Juanita and to plant a big kiss on Meri, who squealed with delight.

Ignoring Colt, she chatted happily with Juanita and Raul, and leafed through a picture book with Meri, who tried to identify the farm animals. “Moo, the cow says.” Taylor helped Meri pronounce the words, and didn’t look up when Colt left the room. She hoped he got the message—loud and clear. She didn’t need him. She didn’t need anybody. She had everyone she loved right here.

* * *

While Taylor played with the baby, Colt joined Sean who was sitting in the great room watching the news station on his sixty inch TV. He was unshaven, wearing baggy running shorts and a Miami Heat t-shirt.

“What’s the latest?” Colt asked, sitting in one of the two sofas.

“Hi Colt. Glad you both got some sense in your heads. You never know with these things. They can change on a dime. Right now the winds are at 70 miles an hour. It made landfall in the Bahamas yesterday as a cat two, and that weakened it some. Now it’s picking up again.”