Holding You (Love Wanted in Texas #3)

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“I ain’t afraid of you either and girls can’t beat up boys, Lauren.”

My lip began to shake and I felt sad. “Does that mean you won’t wait to marry me, Colt?”

Colt laughed as he spun his body around. “Ah heck, Lauren. I’ll marry you. I don’t think any other boy could like you more than I do anyway. I will love you forever. That’s what Daddy says to Momma.”

Standing up straight, I nodded my head as I stomped my foot. “Then it’s settled. You’re gonna marry me and become Mr. Lauren Ashley Reynolds.”

“Cool!” Colt smiled and winked. I had to look away cause my face felt funny. “Come on, let’s play hide and seek before the others get here! You’re it!”

Covering my eyes, I counted to twenty-five before I jumped down out of Colt and mine’s special spot and started looking for him. I couldn’t wait to grow up and marry Colt.

A TEAR SLOWLY slid down my cheek as I opened my eyes. Our spot. How could I have forgotten about our spot? Oh my glitter. I’m the worst girlfriend in the world. I was planning on biting Colt’s dick!

My body instantly warmed as tingles raced across my skin. Colt wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear. “You thought I was taking you to some spot I had with another girl, didn’t you?”

Pulling away from his hot breath, I barely said, “No.”

Colt began nipping my earlobe. “Really? Cause you sure looked pissed off when I was driving through the fields.”

The pull in my lower stomach was growing as the seconds ticked off the clock. “N-no I didn’t.”

Colt’s hand slipped down my chest, over my stomach and into my pants and panties. Oh God. Yes.

“Really? Are you sure about that, Lauren?” Colt’s fingertips brushed across my lips and clit as my legs wobbled.

“W-what are we talking about?” I panted.

Much to my disapproval, Colt pulled his hand out of my shorts and stood in front of me. Cupping his hands on the sides of my face, Colt stared into my eyes. “This is our spot. Forever and always. I’m going to make love to you in our spot, Lauren. You stole my heart that day you stomped your foot down and declared I was to marry no one but you. I promise to make that come true, sweetheart.”

Brushing his lips softly against mine, he smiled and said, “I want nothing more than to become Mr. Lauren Ashley Reynolds.” Smiling, I let out a chortle. Colt pulled back, his hands still cupping my face as he pierced my blue eyes with his.

Placing my hands on Colt’s strong arms, I fought to hold back my tears. Damn it all to hell. I have never cried as much as I have since I started dating this incredibly sexy and handsome man standing before me.

Closing my eyes, I whispered, “Colt.”

Lifting me up, Colt carried me over to his truck. Slowly setting me down, he pushed me against the tailgate. Running his hand through my hair, he took a handful and gently pulled back until my neck was exposed to him. Moving his lips across my sensitive skin, Colt spoke in a low sexy voice. “Tell me you’re mine, Lauren.”

My insides were melting, and not like they were melting the day Colt mentioned Velcro baby hair bows. They were melting in a completely new way. Pulling harder on my hair, I moaned as Colt spoke again. “Tell me . . . you’re mine, Lauren.”

Closing my eyes, I attempted to speak. My heart raced, my hands began to sweat and I found myself holding my breath. Finally gaining some composure, I whispered, “Yours. I’m yours, Colt. I’ve always been yours.”

Pressing his lips against mine, Colt kissed me like he had never kissed me before. I was lost in a euphoria that had my body feeling like it was lifting off the ground. The cool night breeze was blowing and it was as if every exposed area of my skin tingled. Before I knew it, I was in the bed of Colt’s truck, on the quilt, as he quickly undressed me. A shiver ran across my skin as Colt asked, “Are you cold, sweetheart?”

Shaking my head, I placed my hand on my chest. My heart was slamming against my hand as I swallowed hard. “I won’t be for long.”

Colt began to kiss me, on the bottom of my foot, slowly working his way up my leg, one painfully slow kiss after another. When he reached the inside of my upper thigh, I attempted to push his head between my legs. Wanting him to taste my desire, I lifted my hips to him.

“Lauren, baby. Do you need something from me?” Colt asked as his fingers slipped into my body. Pulling out a long deep hiss between my lips, I jerked my hips, craving more of his touch.

“Yes, more,” I panted.