Secret Obsession

by D. M. Mortier

  “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen,” Colt assured her softly.

  Imani heard him behind her, but she didn’t dare move and continued pouring the drink into her Hydro flask.

  “Is that supposed to be a deterrent? Because what I want to happen will probably never happen,” Imani murmured sadly. “I know what I want, but I know you think this could destroy so many relationships if we do this. Sarah, your family, me…” Her voice cracked with the intensity of her disappointment at them being denied again.

  Colt came to stand behind her with both hands touching the counter. Her front pressed against the cold hard surface with him at her back.

  She couldn’t help the shivers of her body at the feel of his heat at her back and his clean masculine scent filling her senses. She almost purred with delicious need.

  “I’ve spent weeks in snake- and alligator-infested waters hunting a drug cartel with not even a thought to break, but with you, I’ve no control, no discipline. I couldn’t wait another minute to make you mine. I’m tired of fighting it,” he said softly into her ear. “Aren’t you tired? Aren’t you tired of goin’ to bed wet for me? I know I’m fuckin’ tired of ice-cold showers.”

  “Colt?” Damn, is that me sounding so needy?

  “Say my name again,” he coaxed, letting her feel the effect of his name on her lips as he pressed his hard cock against her round ass.

  Imani didn’t respond to his demand. She didn’t dare. They both knew that she’d been calling him colonel to maintain some distance between them. “You can let me go now.” She tried pressing back against him to create some space between them, but it was as though she were trying to move Everest.

  He didn’t budge.

  “I don’t think I can,” Colt murmured and hugged her closer. “God, I know there’s so many good reasons we shouldn’t do this, but I’m fuckin’ tired of doin’ the right thing when it comes to you.”

  Loving his hard body against hers and the subtle scent of his cologne, she snuggled back into him. “You have to.” No, please don’t.

  “Why? I know you don’t want me to.”

  She had no rebuttal to that. However, she didn’t want him to regret being with her. Was it so wrong that she wanted him to come to her without a “but”?

  He reached around her, grabbed the lever of the zipper on her jacket, and slowly dragged it down.

  “What’re you doing?” She was more than shocked now and was starting to tremble with anticipation.

  “You look hot.” He gave her a hooded look. His usual cool gaze was murky with emotion. “You need to cool off.”

  “I need to go for my run.” Imani was congratulating herself on sounding somewhat normal. His knuckle had just grazed the swell of her breast, and her heart felt as though it would beat out of her chest.

  Colt bent his head and trailed his lips along her cheek. “You should change and come have dinner with me.”

  “Why are you so determined to take me out?”

  “What man doesn’t want to be out with a beautiful woman on his arm?” He kissed her softly on the corner of her lips.

  Imani trembled harder.

  “Go change and come with me.” He pulled her jacket off and discarded it on the kitchen floor. Reaching under her cotton tank top, he palmed her naked stomach

  She moaned at the feel of his rough palm against her skin. The lean muscles of her stomach clenched, and she was dizzy from the avalanche of emotions coursing through her. She was never so glad for all the hard work she’d put into staying in shape. She had a few interesting curves in her belly and ass, and was in no way skinny, but she hoped he liked her otherwise toned physique.

  He gently caressed her skin. “I can’t forget how you taste, how your soft skin feels under my fingers, how these damn curves feel against my cock,” he growled close to her ear.

  “This is such a bad idea,” she breathed out choppily.

  Colt dropped a feather-light kiss on her ear and did it again on her cheek. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he rasped out.

  Imani just simply stopped breathing. Her nipples felt as though they would poke a hole in the sports bra she was wearing. God, her clothes felt restricting and uncomfortable.

  “Turn around for me, baby,” he coaxed gently.

  She shook her head no, but her body screamed yes!

  Probably sensing that her resistance was nonexistent, he gently turned her in his arms.

  She stared at his chest, terrified to look up at him.

  He placed a finger under her chin and tenderly applied pressure to get her to look at him.

  Her eyes greedily devoured him. He was so beautiful. His hair had grown over the past few weeks, and it was as though, now that he was out of the military, he was letting his hair free of the buzz cut. She loved his blond locks. “You’re so freakin’ gorgeous it’s frightening,” she whispered.

  His stern expression didn’t change as he told her in a gruff tone, “If you like a scarred face, sure,” he dismissed. “You’re the beautiful one.”

  She tried to duck her head in embarrassment, but he wasn’t having any of it. He held her face in his palm and brushed his lips over hers.

  They both shuddered visibly in reaction.

  “You told me that you’re a virgin. Are you waiting for marriage or…?” He looked down at her expectantly.

  “No. I’ve just never found someone that made me want to take my clothes off before.” She ducked her head again, but with his hand holding her chin up, she had to resort to closing her eyes instead.

  “Look at me,” he demanded softly.

  Imani sank her teeth into her bottom lip nervously before opening her eyes and holding his gaze.

  “Do you want to take your clothes off for me?” He seemed to be getting more turned on by his own question and pressed his hips harder against her stomach.

  There was no disguising his monstrous arousal pulsing against her belly. She shivered in response and felt herself getting even more wet. “Yes,” she murmured.

  “Yes, what?” There was a fierce glint in his eyes letting her know he very deliberately wanted the words from her.

  “I want to take my clothes off for you.” And then she wanted to show him that she could be bold too. “I want you.”

  He held her gaze for what seemed like forever before lowering his head again and covering her lips with his. His kiss this time was all-consuming heat, giving no quarter. He went in deep, tasting her and letting her taste him. He kissed as though he wanted to swallow her up whole. He gave her no avenue to escape.

  Even as he trailed his palm down her back, caressing with maddening skill, which had her writhing against him with no coherent thoughts, he lifted her off her feet, palmed her ass, and pulled her against the hard girth in his jeans.

  She whimpered with lust and tried to get even closer to him. Winding her arms around his neck and her tights-clad legs around his waist, she writhed against him. Even with his jeans and her tights between them, the impact was mind numbing.

  He pushed his hands into her hair, dislodging the loose bun that she’d placed on the top of her head, causing the curly strands to cascade about them in a perfumed curtain. He growled as he freed her lips and buried his nose in her hair before trailing his lips down her neck. “Beautiful, sweet,” he murmured gutturally. Grinding against her heat, he left lingering kisses along her neck and chest. “Your skin’s so fuckin’ soft.” He accompanied those words by pulling a bit of the skin at her neck between his lips and sucking.

  “Colt,” she moaned loudly, wanting his lips around her taut nipples instead.

  He must have read her mind, because he was pulling her tank from her body before she could utter a word. She had a thing for sexy lingerie and was happy now that she was wearing one of her favorite sets, a pale-blue satin and lace sports bra with matching thong. Sports bras were not supposed to be sexy, but Imani knew her D-cups made all the diffe
rence.

  “Sweet Jesus.” He stared at her with stunned masculine appreciation.

  “Somehow, your praying at this moment seems slightly inappropriate,” she teased.

  He frowned. “I think I need prayers. Heart attacks in this situation aren’t uncommon.”

  She laughed softly. She held his cheeks in her palm as she reached for his lips and kissed him gently.

  He groaned deep in his throat.

  However, she wasn’t done. She deepened the kiss, kissing him with all the pent-up love and affection she’d secretly felt for him. Now that she didn’t have to hide how she felt or pretend that she didn’t want to jump his beautiful body every time she saw him, she reveled in her newfound freedom to kiss him at will.

  When he released her lips to trail kisses along her cheek, she whimpered in protest, but soon she was squirming in delight as he finally pushed a bra strap off one shoulder, plucking a breast from the cup, pulled the beaded tip of her breast between his lips, and sucked.

  She thought she would pass out from the exquisite sensations assailing her, coursing through every vein in her body. She bucked wildly against him, rubbing her hips sensually against him to relieve the ache.

  His fingers dug into the lush flesh of her ass as he ground hard against the apex of her thighs and sucked vigorously on her nipple.

  “Oh God,” she cried, stunned by the blistering orgasm that suddenly rocked her. Nothing had ever prepared her for such an onslaught of emotions. She’d thought the mild ripples of sensations she’d experienced from her attempts at masturbation had been it. However, he had just shown her that his touch had the power to totally obliterate her.

  He petted and kissed her tenderly as she trembled and sagged against him in a dazed aftermath.

  Feeling lethargic and sated, Imani closed her eyes in contentment.

  “Just for the record, you haven’t taken your clothes off yet,” Colt teased.

  She giggled softly.

  He bent, put his arm behind her knees and at her back, lifted her high in his arms, and carried her out of the kitchen.

  Imani was too weak to protest. Burying her face into his broad chest and almost swooning in ecstasy at his familiar scent, she mumbled reluctantly, “Sarah will be home shortly.”

  “You’d better hope she isn’t, because nothing’s going to stop me from tasting you right now.” His voice was filled with dark promise as he let her slide down his body and sat her on the edge of the dining table. He bent to his knees and pulled her sneakers from her feet, leaving the socks behind.

  She watched him lazily, still feeling the buzz from her explosive orgasm from moments ago.

  He looked up at her in amusement. “You’re not doing very well with the taking-the-clothes-off part,” he observed dryly.

  She laughed but still couldn’t summon the energy to move.

  “Let me help you with that.” He rose slowly to his feet, reached for the waistband of her tights, and pulled them from her.

  She gasped then at the rush of cool air on her heated skin. “What…?”

  Colt covered her lips with his to stop her question. And only when she was clinging to him with renewed desire did he release her lips, put some space between them to push her thighs apart as he bent, and drape one of her legs over his arm.

  “Oh, my Lord,” Imani whimpered in embarrassment at being so blatantly displayed in front of him. She tried to close her thighs as he pulled her soaked thong aside.

  “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasped out.

  She closed her eyes. Seeing his expression of dark, smoldering lust made her feel slightly terrified that she wouldn’t be able to deliver on his expectations. Despite her fears, she felt herself getting even damper at his unwavering scrutiny.

  She opened her eyes in surprise at the feel of the rough pad of his finger over her sensitized snatch. She quivered anew as he put his wet finger to his lips and licked her essence with wicked enjoyment. “And fuckin’ sweet too,” he teased.

  Imani blushed. She wiggled her hips and then blushed again because suddenly she missed his hands on her and was helpless to control her body’s demands. She ignored her natural shyness and arched her back sensually, silently begging for his touch.

  Palming the naked globe of her ass, he pulled her toward him and swept the broad side of his tongue over her wet opening and taut clit.

  “Oh, sweet Jesus.” Moaning loudly, Imani dropped her head behind her and arched her back further in reaction to the stunning waves of sensations coursing through her entire body.

  “Now you’re praying,” he murmured.

  His amused voice made her giggle, but then she stopped mid-giggle as he gave her another long lick. “Ah shit,” she whimpered. She pushed her fingers into the strands of his hair and held him to her.

  They both heard the keys jingling in the front door at the same time. Imani had never moved so fast in her entire life. She raced upstairs to her room, while Colt remained to remove any trace of their amorous endeavors.

  As Sarah entered the hall of the apartment, she called out to Imani.

  However, Imani was safely in her bedroom, pretending that she’d always been there, and Colt was sitting in front of the television pretending to be engrossed in the evening news. He nonchalantly alerted his ward that he was there, waiting on her.

  Imani shivered, her girlie bits quivering in awareness on hearing the deep gravel of his voice as he greeted Sarah. She slid her fingers between her legs under the covers and tried in vain to find some relief. When an orgasm remained elusive, she reluctantly got up from the bed and stepped under a steaming shower.

  Later that night, Colt called her from his hotel room.

  Chapter Five

  After noting the caller, Imani held her cellphone against her ear and threw the covers off her suddenly heated body.

  Colt: “Hi, Imani.”

  Hugging the telephone closer to her ear, she let his deep voice wash over her as she clutched her pillow and squeezed her thighs together in reaction. She was pleased that he was calling her, and she responded to him softly, trying to hide how giddy she was on hearing his voice.

  Imani: “Hi.”

  Imani cringed at the breathiness of her voice and was glad that the room was dark except for the lights from the city filtering through the slits in her bedroom drapes.

  Colt: “I’m sorry we were interrupted earlier.”

  Imani: “So was I.”

  Colt: “I have some ideas on what we can do about it.”

  Imani sucked in her breath.

  Imani: “You seemed indecisive about this in the past. Are you sure you’re ready for the complication a relationship between us would bring?”

  Colt: “Are you suggesting I ignore the attraction between us? Even after what we shared tonight? I waited six months, Imani. I thought this would have fizzled and died by now.”

  Imani sighed.

  Colt: “Are you going to deny this attraction, Imani? If Sarah hadn’t come home tonight, I would be so deep in you right now.”

  Imani: “I’m not denying anything. It depends on what you want out of this. Is it worth destroying my relationship with Sarah over? Is it worth destroying your relationship with Sarah and your family?”

  Colt: “Shouldn’t the question be what we both want out of this instead of giving a shit what anyone else thinks or wants? I love my family, but they don’t control who I take to my bed.”

  Imani: “I don’t take any relationship lightly, and it depends on your viewpoint. Frankly, Sarah may be mad at you for a while, even your family may only be upset with you temporarily, but me they would despise. Me, they would think I set out to seduce you from the start. Sarah would feel betrayed.”

  Colt: “I still don’t give a shit. First, take Sarah out of this equation.”

  Imani scoffed.

  Imani: “You know that’s not possible. She’s part and parcel of any relationship between us.”
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  Colt: “Don’t think that after today there’s a choice here. I’m not asking a question, Imani. I’m telling you that we’re going to happen. Never doubt that now that I’ve tasted you, seen how you fall apart in my arms, that I’m ever going to let you go.”

  Imani: “I’m not sure how to process what you’re saying.”

  Colt: “As long as your processing ends with us together, I’m good.”

  Imani: “How can you be so certain, now? Less than a week ago, you were holding me at arm’s length and telling me that you were too old for me. What changed?”

  Colt: “Let’s get something straight. I still believe I’m too damn old for you, both in age and life experience. I’ve done and seen shit you’ll never experience or see. I’m too fuckin’ jaded to believe in happily ever after, so don’t try to turn this wanting into something more. The chemistry between us is too damn phenomenal for me to deny. Tonight…”

  He fell silent as though he were struggling to find words. Imani could so relate, because she could never have imagined passion like that existed. When he started to speak again, the guttural, emotional tone in his voice made her tingle and squeeze her thighs together in simmering need.

  Colt: “Tonight, your responses told me all I needed to know. And I’m not letting go.”

  Imani: “Don’t I have a say?”

  Colt: “You already told me what you wanted.”

  His last sentence was said in a way that was almost daring her to deny it. She knew that she couldn’t, but she wasn’t about to set herself up for a whole lot of hurt either.

  Imani: “You tell me that you don’t believe in love or happily ever after and are proposing just sex between us. A booty call, right? What if I don’t agree with the relationship you’re offering?”