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CHAPTER FIVE
    Colton
    This was a bad idea.
    But damn…bad had never felt so good.
    Colton’s tongue swirled against Olivia’s, tasting the sweetness of the pancakes she’d had for breakfast and an earthier flavor that was uniquely her own. She tasted like happiness, pure and simple, and by the time he’d carried her down the hall to her bedroom, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop until he’d kissed every inch of her, from her freckled nose to the toes he’d checked for frostbite the day before.
    God, it was hard to believe it had only been the day before.
    It felt like he had been dying to have her for ages, like there had been a Olivia-shaped phantom haunting his erotic dreams for years.
    “Colt, are you sure this is what you want?” she murmured against his lips.
    “Are you crazy?” He hugged her closer and she flexed the legs wrapped around his hips, bringing the crotch of her ruined jeans into closer contact with where he was rock hard. “You drive me crazy, Olivia. I think that’s pretty obvious.”
    Her breath hitched as he laid her down on the rainbow bedspread. “I just want you to be sure.”
    “I’m sure.” He reached down, stripping his sweater over his head before going for the white tee shirt beneath.
    He would have asked if she were sure, too, but the look on her face as she watched him undress left no doubt that she wanted him. Her dark brown eyes swept up and down his frame, the hunger in them melting him from the inside out. And when she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down, his pulse spiked so fast the world started to spin.
    The room was a blur of light and color and then suddenly she was back in his arms, running her cool fingers from his chest to the waistband of his jeans, her lips grounding him in another soul-shattering kiss.
    “I wish I could rip these off of you,” she whispered. “But I’m going to have to settle for unbuttoning.”
    “Unbuttoning suits me just fine.” He sucked in a breath as she parted the front of his jeans and slipped her hand inside, caressing his length through his boxers. “Jesus, that feels good.”
    Good was an understatement.
    Her touch was electric, sending a sharp wave of need knifing through his midsection and spreading, hot and thick, through his core. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him ache like this so early on, with most of his clothes still on and only a few heated kisses exchanged.
    He was going to have to exert every last bit of willpower to make sure things didn’t go too fast. He didn’t want fast; he wanted to savor every second of discovering Olivia for the first time. He wanted to memorize the way her breath sped as she trailed her fingertips lightly down the hard length of him and the almost pained look of desire in her eyes as she lifted her gaze to his.
    “Do you know how many times I imagined touching you like this when we were in high school?” she asked, her breath warm against his mouth.
    “How many?” He smoothed his hand up and under the back of her sweater, loving the way she shivered when his fingers traced the hollow of her spine.
    “At least ten times a day. Every day,” she said, working his jeans down over his ass. “Sometimes, when we were watching movies at your parents’ house, I would pretend to be asleep just so it would be okay to lean over and put my head on your shoulder and have an excuse to touch you.”
    His jeans slid down around his knees and his cock jutted forward, straining the fabric of his boxer shorts as he pulled Olivia in for another kiss. “And you seemed like such an innocent little thing.”
    “I was.” She suckled his bottom lip between her teeth, biting down hard enough to make him groan before she set the captive flesh free. “But I knew what I wanted, even back then. And I certainly do now.”
    “And what do you want?” he asked, his voice husky.
    “I want you,” she said, holding his gaze as her nails raked slowly down his