Chasing Trouble (Chasing Love 1)

“Shhh,” he whispered against her lips. She could feel his smile. “We’re not the only ones in the woods, remember?”

Oh, crap. Jenna had completely forgotten about everyone else. She was too busy trying to get her hands on Colt and all his glory to think of much else. She was pretty sure she had run in a totally different direction than the others…

The idea that they could get caught, that someone might see? It didn’t terrify her the way she expected. In fact, it excited her. But that was what happened when she was around Colt—she stopped thinking and just felt.

“You like this, don’t you, baby?” He withdrew, then hammered back inside her. “Got a little exhibitionist in ya?” He kissed her, grinning against her mouth.

“I’ve got a little of you in me, actually.” She nipped his bottom lip.

He pulled away enough to look her in the face. “A little?” he said with amusement, then thrust hard again, causing Jenna to moan. Definitely more than a little. A lot more.

“God, you feel so good, Jenna. I want to be here forever.” There was a longing, a need in his voice that pulled at Jenna’s heart and, for a moment, she let the word “forever” sink in. It was a nice concept. Unrealistic. But nice.

He pulled all the way out, then buried himself again. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out in ecstasy and scoured her nails down his back. “More, Colt.”

He hissed. “You asked for it, sugar.”

One arm came behind her and held her ass while the other remained locked on her thigh. He gently bit her neck and began pounding in and out. Hard. Fast. And there was nothing she could do other than stand there and take it. If she had been worried about Colt’s healing ribs, she wasn’t anymore. He didn’t even seem the least bit uncomfortable.

She squirmed, but his hold was like a vise. She was going to scream. To cry out and come so hard she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from yelling to the sky.

She bit down so hard on her tongue that she tasted blood.

She was right there, just about to come when—

Colt suddenly stopped.

She gasped, her hands on his back balling into fists. “What are you doing?”

Colt placed his palm over her mouth. That was when she heard it.

Footsteps.

Jenna’s eyes shot wide. Shit, shit, shit!

Colt looked down at her and the smirk that crossed his face was laced with such pure wickedness, it made her whole body tremble.

He couldn’t mean to…?

With one hand still on her thigh, he tugged her leg and moved that hard cock of his inside her. She tried to groan, but the palm on her mouth muffled any noise. He thrust his hips again and her whole body buzzed.

The footsteps sounded like they were getting closer.

Colt didn’t stop. He kept up the delicious torture. Long, hard, quiet thrusts—each one feeling deeper than the last. The pace was intense. The fierceness in each move drew her closer to the brink. He had her body pleading for more. She was spiraling to the edge and wanted to beg, to scream, to come.

He touched his forehead to hers. The pressure in Jenna built. Higher with every upward glide, intensifying with every sound of approaching movement.

Her skin caught fire and her body tensed so tight she thought she’d burst.

She was going to come. Right there, in the middle of the woods with God-knows-who nearby. An inferno surged through her. Hot and heavy, but blazing so fast she couldn’t keep up with it. Her back bowed off the tree and pushed into Colt’s chest. She was trapped. Her orgasm exploded beneath her skin and her whole body shook from the intensity.

She screamed in ecstasy, but Colt’s palm against her mouth tamped down the sound. He didn’t stop moving.

Colt’s lips were at her ear. “You feel so good,” he whispered, and when Jenna’s nails dug further into his shoulders, she felt a tremor race up his spine and his big body gently convulse. He buried his face in her hair as if trying to keep himself from yelling.

He came so hard Jenna felt every shattering pulse.

They stayed like that for a moment, quietly catching their breath.