Chapter Eleven

Meadow wasn’t just warm—she was on fire. For Colton.
When he loosened his hold on her, she knew she’d messed up by asking that question. As usual, her mouth was a wrecking ball against anything she wanted. Right now, she wanted the big, hard cowboy who’d saved her from being stranded in the storm—probably from freezing to death too.
He held himself stiff.
His posture wasn’t the only stiff thing.
He may deny wanting her, but his body told her differently. Oh, he wanted her all right.
She just had to get him to see it.
Holding his stare captive, she pushed away from his chest enough that he could take her in—all of her.
With a heated, sweeping gaze across her bare breasts just aching for him to stroke them, suck them, he issued a low groan.
“I’m supposed to keep you safe, Meadow. Not accost you.”
She took his hand and placed it on her breast. “You did keep me safe. And I want to show you how thankful I am that you’re here.”
He tore his gaze from her but never moved he his hand. The warmth of his palm sank into her breast, raising even more heat in her core.
She didn’t just want Colton—she needed him.
Silence filled the cave, thick and warm and soft like a living being. It bound them even closer together, this experience. Just like the loss of Forest had, and Colton didn’t even know it.
She reached up, brushing her fingertips across his stubbled jaw. The bristle of his beard shot tingles through her. “The way I see it, you have two choices.”
He cocked a brow at her.
“Take what you want.”
He groaned. “Take you knowing that you will hate yourself for it later? And me too? Hell no, Meadow. You don’t know what you’re asking. Your first time should be on silk sheets sprinkled with rose petals with a prince—or at least a good man. The answer is no.”
She skimmed her fingertip to the corner of his mouth. His lips firmed even more. “Was that even a real no? It sounded like a seduction to me, all your talk about rose petals and silk sheets.”
He huffed out a noise of annoyance. “I am telling you no. It’s clearly a word you have not heard very often. And you will hate me.”
She shook her head. “No, Colton. You wouldn’t be wronging Forest’s memory either—he wanted me to save myself for someone who cared about me. That man is you.”
He jerked as if the words hit like bombs, slamming into him one by one.
“Goddammit, Meadow.” His voice rang with agony. “You’re right. I do care about you. Have since the day Forest showed me that photo of you in all your awkward teenage glory. In that minute, I became invested in you.”
She arched, bringing her breast against his palm. Her thumb swiped across his bottom lip, tugging the skin lightly. Beneath her ass, his cock grew harder.
Slowly, she moved in, inching her lips closer and closer to his hard ones even though she could see the warning in his eyes.
Hovering a breath away, she flicked her gaze up to his. “You can’t deny how much you want me. Not anymore.”
“Meadow.” Her name came out of his mouth like hot pain. “Don’t do this.”
Taking his hand, she moved it from her breast, down her stomach, toward the junction of her thighs. “I want you. Only you. Please.” She brushed her mouth across his. “Make me feel good.”
The words barely cleared her lips before he slammed his mouth over hers, plunging his tongue inside to stroke and torment and pull cries from her. Dark need spiraled through her system, blowing away the last of the chill.
In a swift move, he yanked her around to straddle him. Her wet pussy firmly shoved against the stiff length of his cock, and she couldn’t stop herself from rocking her hips.
Sharing a moan, their tongues tangled. She didn’t know how to love a man, please a man, but her body did.
She listened to it and hooked her arms around Colton’s neck, levering herself up and down as she rubbed her clit over the ridge of his flared cock.
“Oh god!”
Reaching between them, he found her pussy and ran a finger through her sticky wetness. She moaned and twitched her hips faster, urging him to touch the one spot that stole her mind by the pond. Only this time she didn’t want him to stop.
With one hand locked on her hip, he helped her to rise up on her knees higher. When he settled his finger at her soaked opening, he rasped, “Slide down my finger. Now, Meadow!”
A thrill hit her stomach as she obeyed his command. And oh god, it felt so good. His long digit sank deep into her pussy. Her inner walls clutched at it, and then he guided her up by the hip again.
In no time, they gained a rhythm. He watched her face as she took what pleasure he gave her. When she began to shudder, she stopped, breathing hard and fast.
“I want to come on your cock. Please, Colton.”
He let out a growl. “Meadow—”
She reached for his cock and stroked the length through his boxer briefs, damp now from her pussy. Holding his stare, she freed his erection from the fabric. Then she aimed the thick, throbbing head at her core—and watched him come apart as she took his cock to the hilt.

“No!” His lungs burned with a roar of rejection. Of denial. Everything he refused to do in this cave—with this woman—was happening.
And Colton was utterly powerless against it.
He felt the head of his cock bump against the thin barrier in her virgin pussy.
He felt the moment it gave way and he drove inside her.
She gripped at his shoulders, a cry on her lips.
Fuck—he’d hurt her.
Cupping her chin, he kissed her tenderly, twisting his tongue with hers to ease the pain and rekindle the passion.
Dammit, what was he doing? Fucking Meadow was wrong. He wouldn’t be surprised if her daddy appeared at the opening of the cave with a shotgun and a shell with his name on it.
He wouldn’t be surprised if Forest rose from the dead to haunt him.
Damn if he could make himself care right now, though.
With his fingers locked on Meadow’s rounded hip, he guided her back up his length, slowly, slowly, letting her acclimate to him. When she reached the top and only the crest of his cock was inside her, she wet her lips and let out a moan as she slid down his length again.
All of a sudden, he realized he was bareback. Inside her.
Never in his life had he gone without wrapping up his junk, but Meadow stripped away even that much of his control.
“Stop. Meadow, stop! I’m not wearing a condom.”
“I’m on birth control.” She brushed her lips against his in a soft kiss that sent a different sensation straight to his heart.
“I’m clean. Oh fuck!” She was taking him faster now, rendering him helpless but to let her use him as she needed. And she had said she needed him.
Hell if he didn’t see why now.
She was wild in his arms. Untamed, uncontrolled. She fucked him in purposeful thrusts that took him to the hilt. She ground her pussy down on him. When he reached between her legs and pinched the tender bud of her clit, she tossed her head back.
Long, damp tendrils of blonde hair brushed against his thighs. He couldn’t resist clamping his mouth over her pulse point and sucking on her neck while he bucked his hips into her.
“Colton! Oh god. Your cock is so big. I never knew it would fill me up this way.”
Fuck if he didn’t love how naïve she was. Her inexperience wasn’t what turned him on, though—it was the way she gave herself to him with complete abandon.
He ravished the column of her throat. He ducked his head and swiped his tongue over her nipples and he ground her clit into her body while she rode him to a fiery end that would leave him changed.
His balls clenched tighter as his body arched with pleasure—and he bent hers to his will.
She took him again. His cock bottomed out inside her, and she cried his name a second time.
“Say it again, baby. Come on my cock and scream my name.” His dark urgings in her ear seemed to send her over the edge.
Her pussy clamped down on his length. She thrust over him once…twice…
“Colton!” Her body splintered in his arms.
He was there to pick up the pieces.
Holding her close, he absorbed the pulsations of her pussy as his own orgasm hit.
Fucking hell. Who was going to pick up the pieces of him after this was all over?