He grabbed me under the ass and pulled me to the side of the bed and then laid his body down on top of mine, covering me and taking away the cold shivers I’d gotten.
He kissed me again, his tongue tangling against mine and his hand was pushing my legs open, and then he was inside of me, hard and fast, pumping, thrusting, and I gasped at how big his dick was, how deep he was going inside of me.
No matter how often or how much Colt fucked me, his cock was so big that he still left me stretched open and sore.
After a second the tightness gave way to a pleasant ache, which morphed into exquisite pleasure as he began to fuck me harder and harder.
“Look at me fucking you,” he commanded and I looked down at myself, watching his dick buried in my pussy as my tits bounced.
He held me tight, fucking me harder and faster, his balls hitting my ass and his shaft grazing my clit every time he thrust into me.
“Come on my cock, Princess,” he groaned and I did, my pussy convulsing and my body shuddering as he unloaded his seed into me.
When we were both finished and our breathing had slowed, Colt rolled me over on the bed until we were lying next to each other.
“Colt!” I squealed as he grabbed at my sides and tickled me. “Stop!” I giggled and tried to squirm out of his grasp and finally he let me go.
“You hungry, Princess?” he asked, reaching for the phone.
I nodded, because of course I was hungry, and he already knew it. He knew my every need, my every desire, and so when he picked up the phone and ordered room service, he didn’t have to ask me how I wanted my steak done, he already knew. And he knew I would want French fries and roasted vegetables and he knew that I’d drink Diet Coke with no ice.
I rolled over on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, running my hands over the comforter and then putting my hand out in front of me and staring at my ring. It was beautiful. Just like my fiancé.
When the food came, Colt pulled on a pair of loose cotton pajama pants and wrapped me in one of his t-shirts and we ate while we watched TV.
When it was finally time for bed, he pulled my t-shirt off and stripped off his pants so that he was naked, too, snuggling me close the way he did every night.
I turned over so that I was facing him in the dark.
He grinned at me, that sexy soft grin of his, half cocky, half sensitive, and I remembered the way he was the day I first met him, how he’d made me dance for him, how I had no idea he’d be the man I’d fall in love with and yet there had been something there, too, something simmering beneath the surface.
I’d been taken and attracted to him even then. But I couldn’t have ever dreamed of being as happy as I was in this moment.
“Hi,” he murmured now and he took my cheek in his hand, ran his finger over my cheekbone. “You are so beautiful, Olivia.”
I closed my eyes and let his words wash over me. I had never felt so happy, had never imagined that a love like this could exist in the world, much less believe that a love like this could exist for me.
I let my eyes wander over his face in the soft light of the room, the curve of his brow, his sharp chin, his cheekbones. There was a tiny scar below his eye now from the fight he’d gotten into with his uncle, and I traced it with my finger.
“Are you happy?” I whispered.
“I’m so happy,” he said. “I cannot wait to marry you.”
My eyes welled with tears. “I can’t wait to marry you, either.”
“I don’t need anything but you,” he said and he pulled me close so that two of us were skin to skin, making me feel safe and protected and taken care of.
“Me neither.”
“Actually, there is one more thing I need,” he said, and I pulled back and looked at him as he grinned and slid his hand down over my hip bone and grazed my stomach. Then he leaned down and whispered in my ear. “A baby.”
I smiled as he kissed me.
I had everything I’d ever wanted.
Love.
Family.
Security.
I’d never thought it was possible, but it was.
And as I drifted off to sleep, for the first time ever in my life, I was right where I was supposed to be.
THE END OF THE OBSESSED WITH HIM SERIES
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Crash and Burn (Books 1-3) by Eva Grayson
Part I
Crash and Burn (Crash and Burn, Book One) by Eva Grayson
Lauren
I’m smart. I’m savvy. I have the experience to pull this project off and make it amazing. I’m— Shit, I’m five minutes late to our morning meeting.
I grab my papers, fling my office door open, and dart across the floor toward the corner conference room, where everyone is already waiting for me. A tray of buttery pastries tempts me momentarily from the center of the table, but I rip my gaze away from them and offer an apologetic smile to my boss, Dane.