She stopped talking. I leaned forward to peer up at her troubled eyes, but Cheyenne leant back to hide her face. Her hand tugged at mine.
“I can’t talk about this anymore,” she said. “I’m sorry that I brought it up. I know you’re missing your parents and dealing with a lot. My past isn’t yours to worry about.”
I refused to let go of Cheyenne’s hand. She looked down at our joined hands in surprise.
“Don’t apologize,” I said. “I want to get to know you.”
Her eyes widened when I scooted to the edge of the leather chair. “Colt—”
“For once in your life,” I whispered, cupping the side of Cheyenne’s neck with my free hand, “don’t fight something that you want. It’s okay to want something. I want you. I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”
Her lips parted. Taking that as an invitation, I leaned forward to kiss her deep and hard. Cheyenne stiffened at first before her lips were moving against mine boldly with a small moan that instantly sent fire directly down to my groin. I pushed myself closer to her, willing to feel every inch of her body up against mine. Her arms circled my shoulders as she drew me close. Every ounce of my blood was draining in a southerly direction with each little touch of Cheyenne’s tongue against mine.
She kissed me back just as hard, pouring every inch of frustration into it. Her hands were trembling when they reached up to tangle in my hair. It took all of my self-control to not take her right there up against the cold window.
I didn’t care if this could end badly between us. I wanted Cheyenne, and I wanted her now.
Chapter Twenty-One
Cheyenne
Trying to regain control of my own desires, I repeated the mantra in my mind. No men, Cheyenne. Just horses. But those familiar words faded to the back of my mind as Colt’s lips moved against my mouth. His body felt like fire, and the wet tendrils of my hair suddenly felt like ice, melting me into his body with every movement of his lips. I felt his strong hand on my neck as he held me in place, and for the first time in years, I felt a sweet, contented surrender settle in the pit of my stomach. I pushed deeper into his kiss, gripping the shirt that dared to clothe the body I’d been trying to rid my mind of for weeks. As he walked us back a step, I felt my back press into something cold and unyielding—the window. He moaned a deep, sensual growl as he ground me against it, and I wondered about intentions.
The words he had spoken moments ago about taking what I wanted for once ricocheted through my head while his hand snaked around my back. He cradled my head while he pressed my body deeper into his. I finally came up for air, my eyes searching his with fright and desperation. But when my sight settled on the cool, collected stare of Colt Smith, I felt his chiseled muscles rippling around my body.
“Cheyenne,” he said. His voice was gravelly, like a truck rolling up the driveway in a rainstorm. I felt my legs tremble beneath me while my body betrayed everything I had so carefully recited to it for years. Unsteady now, I began to fall, and he caught me just as I went down.
My hands flew to his hair, and I crushed my lips back up into his. His hands flew down my body and cupped my backside, and almost instantly I let him pick me up off my feet. I was being carried across the room while our tongues danced and our teeth clattered, and when he sat back down in the big leather chair, my legs straddled his lap.
“Stop doing this to yourself,” he whispered.
“I—”
He stopped my thought with his lips on my neck before I could spit out what was whirling through my mind. It was screaming at me to stop, to remember what Dexter did to me and the heartbreak it brought. It was screaming at me to think of the horses and how this would distract me from all that needed to happen, especially considering all the trouble that was occurring.
But his lips were so warm, and they caressed me so perfectly, distracting me from my protests. I felt his hands slip up underneath my shirt, and suddenly his fire was melting my ice once more. I sighed and tipped my head back, exposing my neck to his wandering mouth while I ran my hands through his hair, and I could feel his calloused farm hands gripping onto my bare back as he kissed down my sternum.
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bsp; Layer by layer, clothing was slowly peeled off, and soon we were standing in the darkness of his home with the moonlight ricocheting through the windows. His lips trailed down my breasts, and I could feel his cock growing against my body. My hands were trembling as they traced every single line and divot his muscles had to boast, and the heat of his fire grew, melting the very last of my ice.
I pushed him back down into the chair and straddled his lap, and when I attacked his neck, I could feel his hands wrap themselves into my hair. I nipped at his pulse point and scooped off the light sheen of sweat with my tongue. He tasted of hay, dust, and whiskey, and I was completely intoxicated with the smell of his body. Rugged and musky with a hint of farmland, just as I’d imagined.
“Cheyenne,” he said with a groan. “Do we—oh God. Do we need a—.”
“No,” I said breathlessly. “I’m protected. Don’t worry.”
He pushed me back before he took one of my pert nipples between his lips, and I was absolutely done for. I ground down so hard into his lap, and my folds were so wet and slick for him that he slid right in. His cock had found its home buried deep within me, and the moan that escaped my throat stopped Colt in his tracks.
As I tipped my head forward and looked down at him, his stormy eyes held mine while he sheathed himself within me, and I could feel him twitch with delight before a grin peeled across my lips. I rolled my hips just to watch his gaze falter, and when I did it again, he dropped my nipple from between his lips.
“Jesus, Cheyenne,” he said. His hands flew to my sides, and my arms slid around his shoulders. My hips rocked just as he guided them, our lips crashed again, and soon we were bucking against each other’s bodies while his growing flames of fury evaporated all I had to give. He was putting out all my inhibitions with his fiery flames, and sweat began to slowly trickle down the back of my neck. My kisses on his neck became bites on his shoulders, and soon his hips rose to meet my rolls and thrusts.
I clung to him and hung on for the ride. I felt that electric sensation take over my body, and slowly I began to climb my ascent into pleasure. I held onto Colt’s rippling body while he groaned and grunted into my ear, and all I could do was breathe and whisper deep into his ear while he cascaded pleasures I hadn’t felt in so long over my own body.
“Oh. Colt. Yes. Oh, God.”
Our hips locked together like two puzzle pieces long lost in the cushions of the couch. His muscles contracted against my skin with the work he was doing just for my pleasure, and I felt a shiver run up my spine at the idea of his body covered in sweat. I could feel my breasts raking against his skin with every thrust that bounced my body. My nipples ached and wanted his attention as much as I wanted his touch, and his hands ran all along my body as I bounced myself up and down in his lap.