The Bad Boy's Redemption by Lili Valente, Jessie Evans

CHAPTER ONE
    Colton
    Olivia’s lips parted and her voice was breathy with desire when she asked, “How fast do you think we can get to my bedroom?”
    “Insanely fast.” Colton took Olivia’s hand and pulled her off the curb and across the street, practically jogging the last few feet to her porch and up the stairs to her house.
    By the time he reached the door, his heart was slamming in his chest and his cock was straining to get free of his jeans and he knew they were never going to make it all the way to the bedroom. The entryway and those stairs railings he’d had his eye on since the first time he stepped inside her house were going to have to do.
    The second he kicked the door closed behind them, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her with all the hunger she’d built inside of him with every smile and laugh and sideways glance. He tore at her clothing, hands flying as he unzipped zippers and popped buttons and tugged her sweater over her head. When he had her in nothing but her jeans and her bra, he took a moment to chuck his own coat before grabbing her by the waist and spinning her around.
    “Hold on to the stair railings,” he breathed into her hair as he worked her jeans down over her hips.
    “The balusters, you mean?” Her breath hitched as he jerked her jeans down her legs to her ankles.
    “I don’t care what they’re called,” he said, urging her to step free of her pants. “I just want you to hold onto them and don’t let go until I tell you to.”
    She reached up, her fingers closing around the balusters as he stood, working open the close of his jeans and shoving jeans and boxers down far enough to free his cock. He wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her against him, groaning as she arched back against his aching length.
    He smoothed his free hand up her ribcage, pushing her bra up and over her breasts, exposing them to his touch.
    “I’ve wanted to fuck you from behind since yesterday,” he murmured into her hair as he found one of her already tight nipples and began to tease it between his fingers and thumb, drawing a moan from low in her throat. “I’ve imagined you like this, with your hands over your head, holding on for dear life while I take you.”
    Her breath shuddered out. “The entire time we were bowling all I could think about was being back here with you with your hands all over me.”
    “Everywhere, baby,” he promised as he nudged her legs wider with his shoe and the hand at her waist dipped down the front of her panties. “I’m going to own every inch of you tonight.”
    His fingers found where she was slick and swollen and he pushed sharply in and up, drawing a cry from the back of her throat.
    “Fuck, Olivia,” he groaned. “I can’t wait. I’m going to take you, and I’m not going to be gentle. Tell me if it hurts, but if it doesn’t I don’t want to hear you say a word until you come screaming my name, do you understand me?”
    She nodded, breath coming faster as he pulled his hands away from her breast and her dripping pussy. “Yes, Colt, I—”
    Her words ended in one of those sexy little cries of hers as he ripped her panties in half. Before the silky fabric had slid down her legs, he positioned himself and drove into her in one rough stroke. He didn’t wait for her to relax into his thrust; he didn’t stop to check in with her after he was buried inside of her tight heat. He simply gripped her full hips in his hands, his fingers digging sharply into her soft curves, and rode her hard.
    He fucked her until her bottom flesh rippled every time he drove home. He took her as hard and as fast as he’d promised, determined to make this as hot, primal, and emotion-free as possible.
    But sometime between the moment he reached around to flick his fingers across her clit—needing to feel her come before he could even think about getting off—and the moment she arched back into him, her beautiful body trembling against his as she came so hard he