“I was a fuck up in high school,” he said, serving a helping of salad into a bowl for me. “So they sent me to a technical school, the place they sent the kids who have high test scores but don’t want to apply themselves?” He shrugged. “It was kind of bullshit, too, but they had a culinary program, so I learned how to cook, how to run a restaurant, that kind of thing.”
I nodded. “It was probably in your blood,” I said. “You know, because of your dad.” I tread very carefully, knowing that I was on dangerous ground by mentioning his dad. I picked up my pizza and took a bite.
“Yeah. Maybe. It was – ” He stopped, his gaze settling on my neck. “Olivia, where’s your necklace?”
“Oh.” I swallowed. “Um, the… Caleb took it. He’s going to put a listening device in it.”
Colt’s jaw twitched, and I saw the hurt flame in his eyes before he nodded curtly.
“Colt –”
“Is your food good?” he asked, cutting me off and letting me know he was done with that part of the discussion.
I nodded. “It’s really good, thanks.”
When we were done eating, we moved to the living room and Colt switched on the TV. “Movie?” he asked.
I nodded.
He grabbed the blanket from off the top of the couch and pulled it over me, and I cuddled against him, feeling the warmth of his body under mine.
We watched a silly action movie, not talking, not moving as he played with my hair absent-mindedly, letting the strands drop through his fingers and brush against my neck.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I felt his arms around me, picking me up and carrying me into bed. He undressed me slowly, until I was completely naked.
“I need to feel you, baby,” he murmured, and then he was naked too, next to me in bed, his body pressed against mine.
We lay there in the dark, gazing into each other’s eyes and I felt something passing between us, something so powerful, something I’d never felt before in my entire life. The electricity pulsed in the room between us, and his hands pressed against my back and pulled me toward him.
He kissed me softly.
I closed my eyes tight, wanting so badly to be right about him, wanting so badly to believe he was for real.
“Colt,” I whispered. “I’m so scared.”
“Shhh. You don’t have to be scared of anything. Just let yourself go, Olivia, and I’ll take care of you.”
His hand was moving down now, sliding over my ass, until he pulled up my leg and pulled me flush against him, his cock hard against me.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered.
“Yes.” I was wet now, down there, between my legs, and I could feel his cock pressing slowly against my opening, and his stare was penetrating me all the way down to my soul. “Colt…” I gasped.
“Yes, Princess?” And now the teasing tone was back, but it was laced with a dark want, and I wanted it too, I wanted to feel him inside of me.
He moved his lips to my ear and whispered softly, his warm breath tickling my neck. “Tell me what you want, Olivia.” His voice was strong, commanding.
“I want to fuck.”
He made me wait an excruciating second, and then his hand was moving down the back of my thigh and he pulled my leg up even more and then he was pushing inside of me, soft and slow, so big and hard that I gasped again and bit my lip.
He began to fuck me, holding me against him tightly, the whole time gazing into my eyes, and the crackling intensity between us was so strong I almost couldn’t take it.
This is what it is to feel, I thought as we came at the same time, looking into each other’s eyes, his strong arms around me, his hands tangled in my hair.
The next morning, Colt woke early and went to the gym, and I showered and got dressed. My nerves were on alert, worried about what was going to happen today, what my first day as an FBI informant would bring. The idea was so ludicrous it would almost have been funny if it weren’t so serious.
When Colt got back, he showered and dressed, then made us coffee and poured it into travel mugs.
We were quiet on the ride to Loose Cannons, and when he pulled into the parking lot, it was 8:55, just a few minutes before I was due to meet Caleb. I stared out the window, not wanting to get out, wishing Colt would insist I stay in the car the way he’d done before.
But he didn’t.
“You ready?” he asked, shifting the car into park.
I nodded, even though I wasn’t.
Colt squeezed my hand. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
We got out of the car and he kissed me before turning and walking into the club. I headed in the opposite direction, walking down to the drugstore where I’d first met Caleb the other day.
I got there at ten on the dot, and Caleb was already waiting outside. He had on a black suit, perfectly pressed, and his hair was combed back from his face, his face freshly shaven. He looked every bit the part of an FBI agent.
“Waiting outside?” I asked snidely. “That doesn’t seem very covert.”
“You alone?” He scanned the street behind me suspiciously.
“Of course,” I said and rolled my eyes.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the necklace, and I snatched it out his hand and fastened it around my neck. “Anything else?” I asked.