Tempted

Chapter 9

Taylor

I’m dressed in just my panties, happily grinding against Colt, getting lost in his kisses, his caresses. I wrap my legs around him and he grips my hips, lifting me and pulling me closer. He lets out a groan. “Fuck, Taylor.”

His voice makes my insides go all molten. Despite loving that well placed swear word, I swat his chest, just to tease him. “Don’t curse.”

He groans kisses me again.

I know he said that I’d set the pace, but I feel anything but in control right now. My heart is pounding painfully in my chest. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.

And that scares me. I don’t want to mess up what Colt and I have. Though I’m not still worried he’ll get bored of me after we have sex, it does still lurk somewhere in the back of my mind.

“Colt.” I push his shoulders back. “Colt, stop.”

He looks up at me with pain and confusion. He looks alarmed at the idea of having to stop. I feel bad. But not bad enough to make me do something I’m not ready to do.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice husky.

“I’m sorry. I thought I was ready. But I’m not.” I look down.

He rolls over and pulls in a deep lungful of air. “Okay. That’s fine. Sorry, I just got a little carried away.”

“Are you sure?” I mumble, feeling stupid.

He snuggles me securely to his side. “Of course, everything’s fine. Better than fine. You just do insane things to my body, but I promise I’m fine.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead, then gets off the bed to gather up my clothes.