Chapter 83. The Things He Wants

Colt ran his hand down my cheek and pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“Can I make you feel good?” 

I nodded, clutching his other hand and raising it up to my cheek.

Both his palms cupped my face, pulling me closer till our lips touched. 

“Mmm.” I sighed deep in my throat at how unbelievably soft his lips were.

My hands traveled to his back, and he pulled me even closer till my chest was flat against his.

“I love you,” he murmured into my lips, and I smiled, my cheeks starched stiff with dried tear residue.

“Are you smiling baby?” he gently pulled away to stare at me. “Jesus, you are beautiful.” 

My smile deepened, “You sound like it's a crime.” 

“It should be.” His hand took mine, leading me towards the loft staircase.

That was the moment I realized how quiet this place was. 

“Is your fortress soundproof?” 

He threw his head back to laugh and his neck tilted slightly t