Colton's Lethal Reunion (Coltons of Mustang Valley)

Not ever.

Chapter 7

He wasn’t going to have sex with Kerry Wilder. She deserved more than a one-night stand. And he’d lost his rights to her long ago.

But when she planted her lips on his, there was no way in hell or on earth that Rafe could reject her.

Kerry’s lips weren’t the tentative soft touch he remembered, and yet their combination of softness and strength, hesitance and confidence, drove him to devour them. To mate his tongue with hers like he needed to mate their bodies. Entering her, moving in her. Knowing her.

He kissed her hard. And he kissed her soft. His hand still pressed up against the door, and then, turning again so that she was in his arms, he was against the door. Leaning. Taking her weight and his. Pulling her weight against him until he could feel every inch of her body with every inch of his.

The softness of her breasts pressed against him was heaven, and sheer torture. There was nothing small or dainty about them, and yet they were vulnerable. Just like her. Needing gentle love.

She went for his shirt, loosening his tie more, first, and because it hurt too much to think of being done yet, he let her. Nothing dangerous in baring his chest.

Those smaller, warm fingers moving on him were a shock, created a pleasure so intense he almost cried out. How could Kerry’s blunt-nailed fingers be so much more powerful on his skin than anything else that had ever touched him?

With her lips still plastered to his she slid her fingers through the hair on his chest, raising goose bumps there—and raising his nipples, too. Her tongue seemed to speak to him in rhythm with those fingertips and he forgot to think.

“God, you feel so good,” he gasped as he took a breath and then ravished her lips some more. He’d never been much of a kissing man. Couldn’t make sense of the effect her kisses were having on him.

His hands were plastered on her back. He wasn’t consciously keeping them there, but somewhere, something in him knew that he couldn’t move them.

Because they’d both fall?

Because he couldn’t let go?

Because if he did they’d get him into trouble?

It all became moot when she reached behind herself and grabbed his hand. He liked that too, holding hands with her while they kissed. And then, before he knew her intent, she’d laid his hand down. Let it go.

Centered on her breast.

He broke their kiss, words choking him. The sound came out no more than a groan, a pained one filled with an ecstasy that was shocking him.

He couldn’t let go of her breast. Couldn’t disappoint her. So he held it. Memorizing the contours. Knowing the sensation would always be a part of him.

Her nipples were hard and he wanted to pleasure her, to make the kiss one she’d remember for the rest of her life.

With fondness.

He needed it to matter to her.

And so he allowed his hand to move on her. His fingers found a nipple through her oxford shirt and what had to be an unlined bra covering her. He teased with the expertise he’d gained over his years as a man, grown from the boy who’d had to leave her.

His knowledge of the female body led him to her other breast—not wanting to leave her only half-cared-about. And then, as she moaned and moved within his fingers, he found the buttons on her shirt, had them undone, and her bra, too, in just a few quick seconds. Just so that he could give her the utmost pleasure.

Maybe something was driving him to give her the best she’d ever had of what little he could share with her. Thoughts weren’t real clear.

They became even less so when her hand cupped the hard-on that had crept up toward his belly button, the head of which was bulging uncomfortably against his belt buckle. Which was why he let her loosen the buckle. Just to give him some relief while they stood there.

When, minutes later, she went for his fly, too, he had no reason to allow himself the relief, other than not wanting to deny her anything she wanted.

They moved over to her couch, leaving their clothes in a trail on the floor between him and the door, his hands shaking as he pulled a condom out of his wallet and watched as she slid it home, before he realized that he’d missed the key point.

He’d been right.

He wasn’t going to have sex with Kerry.