Chapter 29. Aggressive Goodness

As soon as Colt turned around, we rushed at each other, burning and impatient. 

His lips crushed mine, his tongue urgent and demanding.

He took, aggressively, exactly how I wanted it.

Those gloved hands moved down from my waist to my exposed thighs and I moaned.

He spanked my ass and I moaned louder, jerking against him. 

Slanting his head, his tongue prodded further in my mouth. 

I had no doubt that my lips would be bruised and raw after this, but I loved it. I freaking loved it.

“Yes,” my hands sunk into his hair, my thumb massaging his neck, inhaling his woody scent.

I loved this aggression, the softness of his lips, how sweet they tasted, how their warmth burned into mine, almost charing, and sending desire rushing down between my legs.

I wanted Colt. I wanted him so much. 

My hands ran down his back, moving through the moist hardness where I knew all those dark inks would be glistening.

Colt groaned