King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

Ugh. Focus Natalie.

“We need to talk,” he said and suddenly grabbed me by my upper arm.

“What? What is going on?”

“We need some privacy.”

He pulled me into a study room, locking the door behind him. I looked around the empty room confused, wondering if there was some problem. There were several armchairs and tables around the small room, surrounded with the bookshelves filled with various books.

“Colt? You’re scaring me. Please, tell me what’s going on. Is this still about Joey? I told you he was fine!”

He exhaled in frustration, closing the distance between us, and looked at me seriously. “Look, there is something I need to tell you. I know it’s crazy and all, especially because I’m your bodyguard and any personal relationship is strictly forbidden, but I can’t help it.” I stopped breathing, impatiently waiting for his next words. “I feel something for you, Natalie.”

“Colt.”

I let a small sigh out, trying to calm down my increasing heartbeat, but it was impossible. He wasn’t indifferent toward me. Just like me, he felt something that was stronger than our reason. Stronger than just the sexual chemistry between us.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Since that first night I met you, actually. You blew my mind, and then I saw you again, and I was more attracted to you than ever. When that man pulled a gun on your father, I thought I was going to lose my shit. I was so worried about you.”

He moved and stopped directly in front of me, only several inches separating our faces when he leaned in. His warm breath caressed my lips, creating tingles and a churning desire in the pit of my stomach. He smelled so good, and I wanted to forget about the obstacles between us.

He brought his hand to my cheek and caressed it, making me melt. I needed his touch. I needed him to make me feel all those breathtaking sensations he’d evoked in me in Turkey and in the safe house.

“When I saw that guy earlier, I was so jealous. I don’t want anyone to approach you. I want you all for myself.”

My pussy throbbed, and I clenched my thighs together, trying to ease the aching. I was surprised at his outburst of jealousy. I’d never expected him to react like this—to be so possessive. My heart contracted happily, and I couldn’t resist the pull toward him anymore.

“You’re jealous this much?” I asked, sliding my hand slowly over his chest. His heart was beating so fast underneath my palm, matching the rhythm of my own.

He cupped the back of my neck and drew me even closer. Our bodies met as one, softness against his rigidness—like we were made for each other.

“Yes. If I can’t have you, no one will.”

His lips were on mine before I could even respond. The heat fill

ed my whole being, and all reason was cast aside as I returned his ardent kiss. I pressed against his erection, feeling a deep need inside of me for him. He moaned into my mouth, pushing me backward until I hit into the armchair and lost my balance, falling right into it.

I was about to get up, but he didn’t let me, holding me in place as he went to his knees in between my legs. My pulse sped up, and I began panting. His eyes were eating me alive, his hands traveling to my zipper.

“Tell me you feel the same. Tell me you’re crazy about me.”

“I’m crazy about you, Colt. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you to fuck me right now.”

His smirk was huge. “You have no idea how much I fantasized about you saying those words to me.” He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down, exposing my sexy undies. “You’re so beautiful.” He caressed my mound over the thin material, creating a burning need in me that was begging to be satiated. “You’re perfect. I can’t stop thinking about you or your sweet pussy.”

His fingers stroked me slowly, and my pussy grew hotter. I could already feel my panties becoming wetter, and he groaned loudly when he felt it too. He moved his fingers over the damp material, sliding up and down tantalizingly slowly, and I was panting hard.

“Colt... Ah...” I bucked my hips and pushed my mound into his hand, needing him to deepen the touch.

He seemed content with prolonging my pleasure, since he continued to touch me over my undies with no intention to speed up his pace. He brought his other hand to my thigh to keep me in place when I started squirming, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re so sexy. My cock aches for you. It misses your tight pussy.”

“Colt!” I cried out and moved my hips forward, trying to get him to give me the touch I was desperate for.

He moved my panties to the side and slid his fingers through my swollen folds, finally giving me what I wanted. I moaned and grabbed the arm rests, all of a sudden feeling restless. He was rubbing my clitoris fast and then slow, and it drove me wild. I had to press my hand against my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out loudly.

“You’re so wet. Perfect.”