Chasing Trouble (Chasing Love 1)

And what she wanted to feel was Colt.

The growing addiction she’d been worried about developing for the world-class champion tripled. The smell of him, woodsy and masculine. The way his lip twitched upward when she kissed along his jaw and nipped his stubbled chin. Every time she licked around his earlobe, he gave her shoulder a squeeze. She felt sexy. Even in worn jeans and an old tank top, he found her desirable.

Was this what it felt like to be with someone?

It must. Because Jenna was feeling like some lovesick high schooler desperate to make it to third base with her boyfriend in his truck.

Speaking of third base…

She unclasped his belt and before he could say a word, her hand dived into his pants and gripped his cock.

“Shit, JJ,” he hissed.

He was hard and hot and Jenna wanted him. Couldn’t wait to get to…wherever it was they were going.

She stroked up and down. His arm tightened around her.

“We’ll be at the lake in thirty minutes.”

She shook her head. “Can’t wait.”

Colt took a hard right down a dirt road and parked. Apparently he couldn’t wait either. Tearing his seat belt away, he cupped her face in both hands and kissed all the breath out of her.

His mouth didn’t leave hers as he maneuvered her across the front seat. His tongue plunged between her lips, fierce and demanding.

He quickly worked her jeans down her legs and off. She shifted so she could cradle him between her thighs and pushed down his pants and boxer-briefs, wedging them just below his hips.

His thick cock slid across her silk-covered core and she arched, craving deeper contact.

“Condom,” she whispered. Colt reached into his pants pocket, retrieved one, and slid it on.

He paused and took her face in his hands again, running fingers through her hair. He pushed a loose curl away from her brow and simply stared at her. His expression brought tears to her eyes. He looked at

her like she was special. Like there wasn’t a single thing lacking about her or a single trait he found displeasing.

Crooking a finger around her panties, he pushed them aside and positioned himself at her entrance. He didn’t say a word but kept his stare locked on her face as he surged forward, seating himself deeply inside her body.

…

Colt took in Jenna’s every reaction as he sank himself to the hilt. He wanted to see her. Wanted to watch the real her, raw and passionate, as he connected his body with hers. Her delicate brows drew up while her eyes blazed like an overcast sky. He shifted her hips to take that last inch, and those lush lips of hers parted on a small gasp. Christ, she was gorgeous, and he wanted to sear every expression she gave into his memory.

He stayed there, buried deep in her silky depths, feeling as though he’d just come home. This was where he was meant to be.

“Perfect,” she whispered and leaned up to kiss him. She gripped the back of his neck in one hand, and his ass in the other.

Colt withdrew almost completely, then pounded back inside. Her little gasp transformed into a moan. So he did it again and again until those moans became screams.

“Christ, JJ, I want you so much. All the time.”

“Never enough,” she agreed and pushed on his chest.

He cupped her ass and rose, turning to sit on the passenger-side seat. Never leaving Jenna’s body, he positioned her in his lap, her legs on either side of him.

She gripped the back of the headrest behind him and ground down on his cock, hard.

“Jesus,” he breathed. She was working him over. Moving like she couldn’t get him deep enough. He knew that feeling, because no matter how hard, how far he surged inside of her, it was never enough. He wanted more. He wanted to be so buried he wouldn’t have to ever leave.

She threw her head back and Colt felt all that long hair brush across his thighs. He tugged down her tank top, baring those amazing breasts, and latched on.