Billionaire Bachelors 9 : Hidden Treasure(60)

He swept his tongue across her br**sts, just barely brushing her still-hard ni**les, and a shudder rushed through her while an answering moan came from deep within his chest. There was no way either of them could come again, of course. It was impossible.

But she still clung to him, still enjoyed the feel of his hardness buried inside her while his hands held tight to her behind, and his tongue lavished attention on her br**sts and neck.

"I have never felt anything like what I feel with you."

Brielle had heard these wonderful words of his before, but as he lifted his head and looked into her eyes, she had no doubt that he spoke the truth each and every time.

"I can promise you that's the same for me, Colt."

When he withdrew from her body, she whimpered, feeling bereft and empty without him. What surprised her was that he was still hard, looking more than ready to do everything all over again. Feeling a bravery she'd never known before, Brielle dropped to her knees under the shower spray, and she wrapped her lips around the thick head of his arousal before he knew what she was doing.

"Brielle!" he cried out as she took him deep into her mouth, loving the rich texture of his manhood. Though she wasn't sure whether this was doing a thing for him after the exceptional orgasm they'd just shared, she didn't care. She just wanted to feel him on her tongue, wanted to taste if there was anything left in him.

When his salty flavor hit her tongue and she felt him throb in her mouth as his pleasure built, she sighed in satisfaction. He reached down and took hold of her hair as she moved up and down his shaft. He'd given her two incredible orgasms, and she wanted to do the same for him, or die trying.

"Brielle … " he moaned as he tried to guide her head away, but she was determined to give him more. The groans erupting from his throat only encouraged her, and she moved faster and deeper along his shaft. It seemed to grow even harder; was that possible?

"I'm going to come," he warned, and she felt heat and elation rush through her body - she was able to do this for him, she was able to give him this pleasure. She sucked harder, and then she felt him begin to pulse and his fingers tighten in her hair. He cried out as he released in her mouth, a rush of warm fluid coating her tongue and sliding down her throat.

She sucked him as deep into her mouth as she could and felt a completeness she'd shared with no other man as he fell back against the wall behind him, his body spent. She finally freed him from her mouth, then sat back with a smile of supreme satisfaction. Closing her eyes and tipping her head back in the stream of water to slide her hair away from her face, she relished that she'd made this strong man weak. Talk about euphoria.

When he dropped to his knees with her, his eyes shone. "Thank you," he said before grabbing her face gently and kissing her.

That water heater couldn't quite handle this shower. The two of them didn't leave until the water was cold, and then they simply floated to her bedroom.


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Chapter Thirty-One

Aweek later, Colt still hadn't told Brielle the truth. He knew he had to tell her. Even Tony was giving him all sorts of hell about him keeping the secret from her, because, unbelievably, Tony had grown quite fond of Brielle.

She was working hard, learning the business side of running the ranch, but also getting down in the dirt and earning sweat equity. She'd even spent a solid day mucking out stalls to make up for her first time, when she ran away, much to the delight of several of the ranch hands. Of course, she had plenty of volunteers to help her now. It helped a whole heck of a lot that she looked so damn good in her Wrangler jeans and tight cotton tank tops.

Almost since the beginning, she hadn't touched the wardrobe she'd brought with her, but Colt had seen some of it hanging in her bedroom closet, and he had plans for it. He wanted to take her somewhere she could wear diamonds dripping from her neck and ears. If he'd just get it over with and tell her who he really was, he could buy her gifts of that sort and fly her to Seattle, where they could have a romantic date, go dancing, and stay the night in a beautiful hotel.

Sleepless.

Colt had never been a man to live in fear, but the secret between them was practically eating him alive. Even Tony warned him that the longer he dragged his feet, the worse the lie became. And those feet of his were still dragging.

Every time Colt tried to say the words aloud, his throat closed. But time was definitely not on his side. He'd been amazingly lucky so far, but Brielle was becoming more comfortable with Sterling and its people, and someone was bound to say something soon. So he had to do this.

He'd planned a romantic horseback ride and picnic down at the lake that afternoon. This was the day he would spill all, he'd convinced himself. But when Brielle met him down at the barn with her jeans hugging her backside just right, and her tank top showing off her br**sts to perfection, he almost forgot all about confessions - he wanted to carry her off into the hayloft and ravish her for the whole afternoon.