‘Yes,’ I try to say, except it turns into more of a needy keening when Colt kisses his way down the side of my neck. Any language in my brain turns into incoherent mush. Tomorrow, maybe I’ll look back on this and have to do damage control, but right now, I have nothing to lose. And frankly, I have so many things I’ve yet to feel.

I’m beyond thankful when Colt finally finds the button of my jeans. I wiggle out of them as quickly and effectively and eagerly as I possibly can.

‘May, if you’ll let me, I wanna apologize again to you.’ Colt’s chest heaves against mine, and in one swift move, his hand protecting the back of my head from the floor of the truck, he rolls us over, tugging a fold of the blanket with us. I’m still holding onto him like my life depends on it, my thighs at his hips, legs pulling him close to me, but cohesive thoughts become a thing of the past when I hear the rasp in his voice. The small silver medallion around his neck swings above me as he brings his lips to mine, his hair tickling my forehead, and then, one sweet, husky word out of that beautiful mouth: ‘Properly.’

Immediately, I’m nodding vigorously. ‘Please,’ I try my best to say. He’s literally killing my brain cells. How is that possible? How is a man so gorgeous?

Colt cracks a mischievous little smile before his hands take over, dragging a honeyed path down my body until his eyes meet mine, crinkled in the corners with full knowledge of the state I’m about to be in.

I might be tripping, but at this point, I’m pretty positive a string of ‘pleasepleaseplease’ is about all I can muster.

‘Spread those beautiful legs for me, May,’ Colt says, every vibration of his voice in his chest travelling right to mine, and let me tell you, I am happy to oblige. He lets out a satisfied hum. ‘You good?’ he murmurs, thumb stroking my cheek.

‘Yeah. Yeah, yeah.’ This time, my response is clear as day. I’m so good, actually. And I’ll be even better in about five minutes, which Colt knows, because with a kiss to my abdomen and a squeeze of my hand, he says, ‘Brace yourself.’

Whatever bracing I do isn’t enough for the feeling when he slides a finger inside me. I dig my heels into Colt’s back, a grateful moan emerging from my body, one that’s amplified when he adds a second finger – oh my. ‘Shh,’ he whispers with a teasing grin. ‘The fireflies are gonna hear you.’