Hidden Treasure(52)

His hands slid hungrily beneath her blue tank top and moved up the heated skin of her back.

“You turn me on so much,” he murmured when their lips broke apart.

“Oh, Colt, no one can compare to you, or how you make me feel.”

He felt like Superman.

Lifting her tank top up over her head, he tossed it behind her and took in the lacy black bra she was wearing, her lush breasts filling it well and leaving ample skin sticking out for him to swirl his tongue across. He leaned down and sucked on her delicate cleavage, eager for a taste of her pink nipples, but reluctant to rush the moment, and glorying in that sexy bra.

His hands wandered down her back, slipped inside her soft cotton skirt, and easily pushed it down, so she was standing in his arms in nothing but her black bra and matching thong panties.

Taking a step back, he paused, devouring her with his eyes, loving the soft curve of her waist, how her perfect hips flared out just right, loving the indents on the sides of her stomach and the way the soft skin led so tantalizingly to the top of her panties.

He couldn’t help but groan as his eyes traveled down her milky thighs and calves. Toned. Shapely. Flawless.

“I want to look at your body, too,” she told him, and he looked back up, complete satisfaction filling him at the look of hunger and self-confidence in her eyes.

She knew how much he wanted her, and she was no longer embarrassed to stand there nearly naked in front of him. She trailed a long, slim finger down the center of her cleavage and over the quivering muscles of her stomach, spreading her legs open as she leaned back against a tree right behind her.

He wished he had a camera, wished he could capture this moment, but he knew the image would be burned forever in his mind, and all he’d have to do was close his eyes to see her like this again and again.

He threw off his shirt, then began unbuttoning his jeans, never once looking away from her. As much as he loved the bra, he now wanted it far, far away, wanted to see her breasts free and swaying before him. He pointed and said, “Take that thing off.” His voice was gruff, demanding.

Her lips turned up and, without hesitation, she reached up and undid the clasp on the front, then peeled the scrap of lace away. Her breasts slid out, her nipples already hard and waiting for his mouth.

“Beautiful! You are so incredibly beautiful.”

“I feel the same about you, Colt” she whispered, and her breathing stuttered as she shifted, opening her legs even more.

Both of them were so ready for each other, but Colt couldn’t move. He loved the foreplay of nothing but words, of sight.

Every time with her was more exciting than the last, more adventurous. This definitely wouldn’t ever end. He would make sure it didn’t. Colt wouldn’t let this woman go — no matter what it took.

“Do you trust me?” he asked as he stepped forward and his chest brushed the tips of her breasts. A soft sigh escaped her, and then she traced the perfection of her parted lips with her tongue, making his erection jump painfully against the tight confines of his unbuttoned jeans.

“More than anyone.”

Her words gave him pause, but only for a moment. He would soon tell her the truth, but this wasn’t the time. He would make this right.

“Good, Brielle. Now close your eyes.”

“But I want to watch you take off your jeans.”

“Close your eyes,” he repeated, getting more and more hot as he changed the rules, as he took over and braced his hands on the tree on either side of her.

Without another protest, Brielle did as Colt had ordered and closed her eyes. He also had to close his eyes for a second because he was so near to falling over the edge. Picking up her small tank top, he lifted her arms just over her head and positioned her wrists on a tree branch. With quick movements, he secured her hands to the branch, and her eyes popped back open in surprise.

He’d never thought of doing something so erotic before, but he wanted to see her stretched out, wanted to see how her breasts lifted when her arms were raised over her head this way. Taking a step back, he now pulled down his jeans and fitted briefs to reveal what he was feeling. Then he gripped himself and squeezed, trying to relieve the pulsing, trying to make sure this lasted.

The excitement pouring from her eyes was killing him. “You are every man’s fantasy come to life, Brielle,” he told her. And he stepped forward again and kissed her bottom lip before capturing it with his teeth and nipping the swollen pout she wore.

“Then give me a real kiss, Colt.”

“You’re my captive, Brielle. I get to do whatever I want to you.” He let his lips graze down her jaw, and then he sucked on the skin of her neck.