Uncaged Love #2: MMA New Adult Contemporary Romance by JJ Knight Page A

hair. The urge to weep is overwhelming. I know I was right on that first day. I knew he was the one, even though I never thought it could happen. And now it has.
    I’m in love with Colt McClure.

Chapter 16
    We don’t wake up until almost noon. The room is charged with light. We’re tangled together. He’s so beautiful, his arm thrown over his head. I trace the lines of the intricate tattoo on his bicep. I’m learning every curve and turn of the ink.
    Almost nothing on him is covered in the twists of the bedding. I take my time admiring each pocket of muscle in his abs. His belly button goes in, and I have the urge to dip my tongue inside.
    The fuzz of perfectly trimmed hair intrigues me. I run my hand along it. I wonder how he gets it so flat and even. Something moves, and I peek beneath a swath of the sheets. Colt can’t be completely asleep. At least part of him is waking up.
    “Planning to take advantage of me?” he murmurs.
    My head pops up. He’s watching me, amused. I wish I were good at this sort of banter. I just look down again. “I want to take a picture of it,” I say.
    He laughs so loud that it echoes off the walls. “Come here.” His broad hands lift me up to him. I’m dragged into a long kiss.
    Tingles throughout my body wake up all the parts that needed rest. Between my legs I feel a soreness, but it’s quickly wiped out by need.
    I roll on top of him, maintaining the kiss. It’s so different being up here when we’re naked. I feel insatiable. I don’t want to mess around. I just want him. I want to make up for lost time.
    His erection pokes at me, and I think, why not?
    Then I remember and lean over to the floor to search his jeans. I find more shiny squares. “Six?” I say. “You came well stocked.”
    He doesn’t answer, but waits, lying on my bed. Just seeing him there sends a charge through me.
    I try to remember what he did the night before and tear the corner off the condom wrapper. I’m not sure which way it rolls, but I guess right and it slides down the length of him with ease.
    I straddle him again. I wonder if it will hurt again, but I don’t care. It didn’t last then. It won’t now. I lean down for a kiss as I lead him inside me. Colt can’t keep the kiss as I slide down. He grips my waist and lets out a long strangled groan.
    I feel a momentary ache on the way in, but by the time I slide back up, it’s completely gone. I get to control everything this way, and it’s heady. This muscled fighter is below me, but he’s at my mercy.
    His eyes are squeezed shut, and his fingers on my flesh are holding tight. I lift up, taking it so far to the end he almost slips out. On a whim, just to see, I slam down with all my might.
    He lurches against me. “Shit, Jo, God.” But I don’t let up. I lift up again and again, feeding this need, this crazy urge. It’s powerful.
    Colt doesn’t open his eyes, his brows furrowed together. I know he’s concentrating.
    I slow down, braced on my hands. I can go any direction, up and down, in circles. Colt groans again. I can tell he wants me to stop. But I don’t. I keep pushing, keep driving him harder.
    I know when he’s going to lose it, so I hold still. He breathes raggedly. “Jesus, Jo.”
    He launches both of us from the bed, a powerful move that shows off his incredible strength. His hand goes beneath one of my thighs and pulls my leg around his waist. We’re standing in the middle of the room, naked, the light streaming through the broken blinds. He lifts me, and then he’s back inside, filling me up. I have no control at all, arms clasping his neck.
    He rocks me up and down, his hands grabbing me, spreading me even wider so he can drive more deeply into my body.
    I feel like I’m flying. There’s no earth, no gravity. I’m so lost, the only real thing is the friction of him entering me. The pleasure builds inside me again. Before I even realize I’m starting to go, my voice is crying out, calling his name. He slows it