Summer Love by Piper Rayne
Chapter Seven
Colt willed his cock to settle down as soon as Sierra said yes because all he wanted to do was toss her over his shoulder and race to the bedroom before she changed her mind. Not that she couldn’t still, but he wanted to kiss her and taste every inch of her, even more than he wanted a platinum album. Somehow, having Sierra in his arms would be worth far more than any record sales or awards.
Instead, he sat on the couch, his guitar covering his raging erection that had flared to life as soon as she said yes, and fought for control so he wouldn’t seem like a caveman and scare her away. As if she sensed the battle raging within him, she rose to her feet, gently grasped the neck of the guitar, and pried it out of his death grip, propping it on the swivel chair. Then she held out her hand.
“I haven’t been in one of these cabins before. I assume the bedroom is down the hall?”
He lunged to his feet and took her lips in a deep kiss, his hands cupping her cheeks to hold her in place while his tongue plundered her mouth, conveying his desperation. He swallowed her gasp of surprise, but she quickly met his passion, her arms winding their way around his neck to pull him against her and let her tongue tease along his.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Not here.”
He considered picking her up, but she beat him to the punch and headed down the hall, dragging him with her. In the bedroom, he went to flick the lights on, but she covered his hands. “No lights. The moon is bright enough.”
There were no neighbors anywhere around and the moon and stars shone so brightly that they lit up the room in colors of deep blue and white. She ran her hands over his shirt, then tugged the buttons free and slipped it off his shoulders. He waited for her while she gazed at him, her eyes wide and glazed with passion.
“You’re beautiful.”
He shook his head. “Not even close to how amazing you are.”
He ran a finger under the neckline of her peasant blouse and she shivered, her eyes never leaving his. He pulled it over her head and tossed it the way of his shirt. Her nipples poked through the white lace of her bra and he cupped one mound, teasing his thumb over the peak. She drew in a shuddering breath and swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on him. He leaned forward and kissed her, addicted to her taste and desperate for more. The lace of her bra scraped against his chest where she pressed against him, and he dragged the straps down and tugged it off to have full access to her soft skin. His thumb caressed her nipple lightly until it hardened further under his attention.
He dragged kisses down the line of her throat, sucking lightly at the pulse point, leaving a tiny mark. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently and then settling in the space between her thighs. He sucked her nipple, nipping it lightly, and she gasped, arching into him, her fingers buried in his hair to hold him close. His fingers toyed with the other peak, teasing it to diamond hardness. He alternated licking and sucking both until she thrashed on the bed.
He licked his way down her belly, teasing the soft skin, until he reached her skirt. His fingers dipped under the band and slid it down, stripping her panties with it, her hips arching to help him so she was bare to his gaze. He kissed the top of her mound before opening her with his thumbs and sliding his tongue through her folds. She gave a soft cry, her thighs falling open around him, and he dove in to explore her in earnest.
He stroked her deep with a single finger, then two, twisting to reach that special place inside while he sucked her sweet spot at the apex of her thighs. She came apart in his arms, gave a loud cry and clenched around his fingers as he brought her through her climax, leaving her shuddering on the bed.
He stripped off his jeans, grabbed a condom from the bedside stand, and fitted it over himself with shaking hands. By the time her eyes opened and she focused on him, he was poised at her entrance and waiting for her.
She lifted a hand and stroked his cheek. “Wow.”
He kissed her and began to press inside, the tightness from her recent orgasm and the aftershocks still coursing through her, making him grit his teeth. Damn, he had to hold on before he spilled like a teenager. She was so fucking sexy. He kept his eyes firmly on her, on the dazed, glassy look, the passion in her eyes. She kissed him, her tongue tangling with his, and she wrapped her legs around his hips to draw him in.
He slid home and paused, breathing deep, the feel of her exquisite and painful at once. Her nails dug into his back, heels tightening on his hips. She arched beneath and clenched her channel around him.
“What are you waiting for, cowboy?” she murmured in his ear.
He drew out, then went in, slowly filling her, then repeated the motion, faster, harder as she encouraged him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He wasn’t going to last long so it was good that she was already coming again, her cries filling the air, her core spasming around him, sending him over the edge. He thrust harder, through her orgasm, gritting his teeth, trying to prolong the moment, then stiffened as he came with a shout. His head fell forward, his body shuddering with the strength of his climax, feeling her channel convulse and milk him. Several minutes later, he slid to the side, pulling her to him in a spoon, caressing her belly languidly.
Damn, if he’d known how amazing she was last week, he might not have walked away so easily. Their chemistry was explosive, and she was fun to spend time with. Now that he knew, he needed to find a way to convince her to give them a shot. She was going to require seducing both in and out of bed to show he was serious.
He wrapped an arm around her waist. He was patient. She was worth it.
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Sierra lay snuggled against Colt, sated and lazy after that amazing bout of lovemaking. He quickly cleaned up and came back, covering them both with a warm blanket since the nights were still cool in late spring in Montana. She still twitched with the aftereffects of two amazing orgasms, and she lay boneless against him, completely relaxed in a way she’d never been before. Not even meditation at that mountain retreat had brought her the peace she was feeling in this moment.
She’d done her fair share of dating, especially when she had been wild and free after breaking free from her mother. Not that her mother had ever been that strict or controlling in the first place. But Sierra had followed in her mother’s footsteps, looking for love in all the wrong places for a few years until she realized what she was doing and decided to make some changes. She’d dated since then, but no one had made her body sing like Colt had. And she realized she could easily become addicted to this man.
He was so much more than a fling. Their date had been fun, and she’d found herself relaxing and sharing far more than she’d expected, finding him a good listener and interested in what she wanted. That level of attention from anyone was insidious and seductive, and she feared she could lose herself in wanting to be with him, to have this feeling all the time.
When he left, where would she be? Would she follow him, putting her own life, her dreams on hold for any crumbs of affection or time he would have for her? He would have a full life, with his music and career and touring. Where would she and her business fit? She would be sacrificed in favor of his world because the two could not coexist, and she would lose every time.
Sierra needed to focus on her future and protect her heart. It wouldn’t be easy, but she was an adult and could keep this relationship on the physical level, keeping her emotions out of it, as long as she was prepared. Colt was in Nashville and on the road, a traveler, while Sierra had a business and roots in Granite Junction. She wasn’t going to put her life and her dreams second to any man. She would enjoy her time but make sure she didn’t fall in love.
