Hidden Treasure (Billionaire Bachelors #9)(40)
Author: Melody Anne

He’d never thought of doing something so erotic before, but he wanted to see her stretched out, wanted to see how her br**sts 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.

She didn’t argue; she just encouraged him with her sighs of pleasure as he moved down, his hands lifting and holding the weight of her br**sts. She wriggled against him, and against the tree at her back, and bit her bottom lip to keep the groans at bay when he sucked on her ni**les.

He withdrew again just to look at her, loving the way the sun and shade highlighted her body, the way his saliva on her ni**les gleamed just for him. He was going crazy from the little sounds emanating from her throat, the moans of pleasure she couldn’t contain.

Dropping to his knees, he circled his tongue around her belly button and felt her stomach quiver beneath his touch. And he pulled the last piece of her clothing down her long, slender legs to reveal her satin-pink core to his gaze.

No hesitation. He lifted one of her legs, placed it on his shoulder and opened her wide for his view and taste. He ran his tongue along her hot folds, drinking in her scent, her heat, her beauty.

Writhing against the tree and against him, she moaned, encouraging him to go on. He was more than happy to oblige. His arousal pulsed with the need to take her, to push inside her heat and give himself release. But he wanted her shaking, he wanted her whole body pulsing when he thrust inside her. After a few expert flicks of his tongue, she cried out his name and her body convulsed with the power of her orgasm.

Colt didn’t want to lose this moment. He stood, the effects of her pleasure glistening on his lips, lifted her legs around his waist, and drove deep inside her while her convulsions remained strong.

“Colt!” she cried as he sank all the way in, and he had to pause.

Oh so tight.

“Don’t quit!” she gasped.

Colt grabbed her ass and pulled out, only to drive back inside in a move so deliciously hard that they both cried out. He lost control and began thrusting in and out, her little screams of pleasure firing him up even further — as if he needed more firing up.

And when his release came, they shared their groans in a desperate kiss. When the trembling finally subsided, Colt found himself gripping her behind so hard that she was sure to have bruises, but there was only a smile of satisfaction on her face.

“That was incredible, Colt.”

“What you do to me…”

“Want to go for round two?”

Colt laughed and kissed her hard. “Woman! I may not survive you.”

“That would be tragic.”

He reached up and freed her hands, then began massaging the muscles that were surely aching by now.

“One day spent without you is tragic, Princess.”

“Then we’d better not part.”

Colt kissed her again, lavishing all that he was feeling into the kiss. But voices nearby made him panic. No one could find Brielle this way. Her beauty was for his eyes only.

Brielle didn’t panic. She gave him a mischievous grin and slid her hand down to grasp his manhood. “I’m still up for round number two,” she said. “And so are you.”

“You are evil, pure evil,” he told her. “But we’ll have to be good just this once.”

“Oh, you were good. We both were.”

“Dammit, woman, get dressed.” He found her skirt and thrust it into her hands.

Colt didn’t feel at ease until all her beautiful assets were covered. And yet no one came around; the voices faded away. Still, he had to hope no one had heard their cries echoing through the woods.

Hell, he didn’t actually care. All anyone could feel would be envy. And the two of them couldn’t possibly hide their satisfied smiles when they made it back to the party.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Dance with me.”

Brielle floated into Colt’s arms as the band played a song she didn’t know. The twinkling lights surrounding the dance floor were reflected in Colt’s eyes, and he began singing the words to her…

…. and though I make mistakes, I’ll never break your heart…

The words made her melt. Okay, it was just a song, and yes, someone else had written the lines, but the look he gave her and his compelling voice brought her to tears.

When he deepened the emotion in his voice for the chorus of “I Swear,” by the group All 4 One, she knew it was all over for her, knew she was head over heels, irrevocably in love with this man. She’d once wondered whether she was capable of falling in love.

Now she had no doubt. She wanted to say it. Hell, she wanted to shout it out, in front of all these strangers, that she never, ever wanted to let Colt go. As the song ended, as the two of them swayed together, her head fell against his chest, the power of their gaze too much for her to take anymore.

He was singing to her, was holding her tight, but he also held a lot back. So she really didn’t know what she meant to him, and she was still too afraid to ask. Could she be reading everything wrong?

This was the insecurity that Brielle dealt with, the sadness of being abandoned at a young age by the one person who was supposed to always be there for a child. Her mother’s betrayal would inevitably haunt her for the rest of her life.

And though Brielle had never had any inclination to have children, she could see Colt’s child growing inside her. She could picture them as a family, and she vowed that if she was lucky enough to have that picture come to life, she would be a much better mother than the woman who’d given birth to her.

When the next song came on and it was a fast number, the rest of the people dancing cheered, and then Colt was dragging her to the front of the dance floor.

“What the heck are you doing?” she asked as he put his hands into his pockets and began moving his feet in sync with the crowd.

“Come on, Brielle. It’s easy — just follow me.”

And so she got her first lesson in line dancing.