I Saw Her Standing There by Marie Force Page A

fingers through his hair, surrendering to him so completely it was all he could do not to move things along quickly. But he wanted to give her time to catch up before he gave in to the desire that pounded through him relentlessly.
    Mindful that she was sore, he remained wedged just inside her as he sucked gently and licked softly, first one breast and then the other, loving the soft sounds of pleasure that came from her.
    “Colton.”
    “Hmm?”
    “I want . . .”
    “What do you want, honey?”
    “You know!”
    “Tell me anyway.”
    “You. I want you.”
    “I’m right here.”
    She groaned with frustration and aggravation as her forehead landed on his shoulder.
    He chuckled as he cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her damp nipples. “Tell me what you want. Be specific.”
    “You’re trying to embarrass me, aren’t you?”
    “Not at all. I want to be sure to please you.”
    “You do please me. You know you do. I gave you ample evidence of just how much you please me several times last night.”
    The conversation was making her complexion even pinker, if that was possible. He kissed the rosy glow of her cheeks before focusing on her lips, which were pink and puffy and so very tempting. As he captured her mouth in a deep kiss, he cupped her bottom and pulled her in tighter against him.
    “You still haven’t said the words,” he whispered as he went to work on her neck, licking and nibbling his way from her jaw to her throat.
    She reached between them, curled her hand around the base of his erection and squeezed, making him see stars. “I want this. All the way inside me. Now. Any questions?”
    “Nope. I think I got it.” With his hands still full of soft buttocks, he lifted her and brought her back down. Her sharp intake of breath had him slowing things down. “Still sore?”
    “A little.”
    “Want to stop?”
    “Don’t you dare stop.”
    “You’re in the driver’s seat, babe. Go as slow as you want. I’m all yours.”
    Though it cost him tremendously to turn over control to her, the last thing he wanted was to cause her pain when everything about this felt amazing to him. He propped his hands behind him, reclined slightly to enjoy the show.
    Lucy leaned forward to put her hands on his shoulders and began to move in slight increments that had his head falling back and his eyes rolling into his skull as he bit down hard on his lip, hoping the pain would give him something to focus on other than the growing crisis below.
    She felt so damned good, and so damned tight and so damned hot. He’d never felt anything even remotely like the pleasure he’d found with her right from the very beginning, before he’d ever even touched her. She was funny and sweet and loyal and talented and sexy as all hell, especially when she wasn’t trying to be.
    Then he’d touched her and kissed her, which was all it had taken to discover she was different from any other woman he’d ever known. He couldn’t begin to articulate what made her so special. There was just something about her, and he’d known that from the first time he saw her.
    Last night had demonstrated once again that his connection with her was unique, something to be treasured and nurtured if only she’d let him.
    He was almost to the point of no return when she finally took all of him, and suddenly it wasn’t enough to only be connected to her there. He needed more. Sitting up straight, he wrapped his arms tight around her and held her close, loving the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest and her racing pulse under his lips on her neck.
    The flutter of her internal muscles expanding to accommodate him took him right to the edge of insanity, and they’d barely moved yet. “You are incredible,” he whispered. He wished he could tell her everything she made him feel, but he lived in constant fear of going too far too fast and driving her away. “You feel so good.”
    “So do you.”
    “Does it hurt at all?”
    She shook