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inside her, causing her to gasp and involuntarily rock her hips forward. The sensations she experienced felt so good and so naughty at the same time. She knew she wouldn’t take long.
    “Like that, do you?” he teased, his blue eyes smoldering as he watched her.
    Elise looked away, her cheeks flaming with heat.
    “Don’t look away, Lise. I want to see the passion in your eyes.”
    His voice was so sincere, so compelling. She turned her gaze back to his.
    “I’m so close,” she whispered, then bit her lip, arching her back as she pressed against his hand.
    “Not yet,” he said while he slowly slid another finger inside her channel, his touch intimate and thorough.
    She groaned at the added thickness rubbing against her. “But I can’t wait,” she panted and grasped the table for support.
    “Yes, you can, Lise,” he whispered into her ear before he trailed his lips down her neck to place a hot kiss on the bare skin along the sensitive curve of her shoulder. Goose bumps formed on her arms at the brief brush of his lips against her.
    Colt removed his fingers from her body, causing her to glance up at him sharply. His look was intense as he started to pull her thin wisp of panties down her hips. “I don’t want anything in my way,” he rasped, his expression determined, aroused. She lifted her hips to help him as he slid her underwear down her legs and over her heels.
    Colt shoved her underwear in his back pocket and slowly trailed his fingers back up her leg, driving her insane with his unhurried movements. Just when she decided to grab his hand and put it where she wanted it, he surprised her by grasping the inside of her thigh in a firm grip and lifting her leg up and across his muscular one. With her leg draped over his jean-clad thigh, she felt open and wanton, exposed to his every whim. Elise held her breathing in check, because it had suddenly gone very shallow as she awaited his next move.
    He looked down into her eyes; his own had turned a deeper shade of sapphire blue. His sexy five o’clock shadow made her want to rub her hand against the rough surface. Tiny tremors skittered through her body as he gently brushed his fingers across her, teasing her, running the pads of his fingers up and down her most intimate places in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.
    “You’re hot and wet, responsive to my touch. I want to know what it’s like to be inside you. I’m jealous of my own damn hand right now.”
    Elise gave a nervous laugh at the fierceness of his tone combined with his humor. But her laugh hitched in her throat when he immediately thrust two fingers deep inside her core. She couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips as he added his thumb to the mixture, finding her hot spot and applying just the right amount of pressure.
    Elise tried not to cry out as her body spiraled and finally spasmed around his fingers, but she just couldn’t do it. Colt must have sensed she couldn’t hold back for he covered her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue against hers at the same pace his fingers moved within her, slow and sure, drawing out every tremor.
    When the overwhelming spasms stopped, he withdrew his hand saying in a gruff voice, “Look at me, Elise.” Elise’s body still shook from the orgasm he’d just elicited from her, but she managed to meet his gaze. He gave her a sexy smile that was all too cocky as he said, “I like the fact you couldn’t keep quiet. It’s a helluva turn-on to know I can make you lose control like that. Want to go for round two?”
    Elise placed her hand on his jeans where his hard flesh pushed against the fly of his pants. She raised an eyebrow and gave him a saucy grin. “I don’t know how much more you can take, Colt.”
    Colt’s laugh sounded forced even to himself. “Maybe you’re right. Care to go for a ride?”
    She gave him an innocent look, blinking her eyelashes for effect. “Does that mean I get to be on top?”
    He meant his truck and she damn well knew it.