Trust by Design (Colorado Trust 2)

“That night at the club. There was no one else but you.”

He stilled when his brain caught up with her words, then shifted until they were face to face. Her violet eyes held his, so full of trust and warmth and honesty that his heart slammed against his ribs. It took off at double-time as she smiled up at him.

“I don’t think you could’ve picked a better time to fix that,” he told her, leaning down to kiss her moist, swollen lips.

What started as a slow thank you heated up fast when her hands began their own exploration. First it was his shoulders and his back, then her fingers skimmed between their bodies and slid beneath the waistband of his pants. His stomach muscles clenched a second before her hand closed around his aching flesh, making his whole body jerk in reaction.

She stroked down to the base of his erection and back up again to brush her thumb across the tip. Good, God, that felt good.

“Take these off,” she commanded.

He stood to strip off his pants and boxer briefs when it dawned on him he was missing something. Shit.

“Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Without waiting for her response, he hurried up the stairs to his bedroom. He was half-way to the nightstand when the cougar stopped him dead. He did a quick spin to take in the transformed room.

Wow. They were coming back up here to christen this sonofabitch later.

Grinning in anticipation, he grabbed what he needed and returned downstairs. “Nice job on the room.”

She propped up on her elbows as he tossed a couple condoms on the table. “You like it?”

“I love it.” Almost as much as he loved her.

The thought caught him off guard, but he had no time to really think about it when she leaned and reached to snag the drawstring of his pants. An insistent tug brought him to the couch. There were times over the past couple weeks he’d glimpsed a hint of shyness in her. But right now, she sat up in front of him and all he saw was a beautiful woman more than confident in going after what she wanted.

She pushed his pants down and he kicked them aside as her fingers encircled his rock-hard erection. Her auburn hair had fallen forward to hide her face, but then she gave him one of her sultry, through-the-lashes glances and leaned forward to take him in her mouth. With both hands, he pushed her hair back and watched. The erotic sight of her tongue flicking out to circle his head made his fingers clench in her hair.

Shit. No. He was going to explode.

He pulled back with an incoherent protest and tried to lay her back on the couch. She resisted and maneuvered him onto his back instead.

“Now it’s my turn.”

The blanket she’d spread over the couch cushions was as warm and soft against his back as she was on his front. Her body covered his as she kissed her way from his lips, down to his navel, and back again. Eyes closed, he savored the fiery sensations that had every nerve in his body alive and screaming.

His erection strained against her, missing the wet warmth of her mouth even though he knew he wouldn’t have managed to last a minute. Hell, probably not even thirty seconds.

She moved, and cool air rushed over his skin. He opened his eyes to see her reaching for a condom.

Yes.

He thought he’d die as she rolled the protection on much too slow for his taste. Then again, watching her concentrate on the task was worth the wait. Once she was done, she moved up and straddled him with one knee on either side of his waist. A tortured groan ripped from his lips as she lowered her body and took his full length inside her.

Tight and wet and hot—she was heaven.

Then she moved, and he about near came apart. Looking up at her, a goddess bathed in the soft glow of the fire with her hair wild about her shoulders, he knew he needed to be in control for this first ride. He surged up and crushed her to him before flipping their positions so he was on top.

“Hey,” she protested.

“Next time,” he muttered against her lips. “Promise.”

His tongue delved deep, claiming her as his own as he began to move inside her. Slow to start, then faster as they both reached for the building crescendo. He fought to hold on as long as he could, muscles so tense his whole body ached. Pushing up on his hands, he changed the angle.

“Oh, God, Dean…God, yes,” she moaned.

Her fingers dug into his forearms. Head thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted…she was close—so close, but…