Pulling out slightly, I plunge back in. “Jesus.” I’m only able to say one word at a time right now. I move out again, then shift myself so I’m able to take her nipple into my mouth as I slide in again.
“Harder, Sam. Faster.”
“Piston” is the best word for the way I’m moving in and out of her. Her fingernails are digging into my shoulders, positive she’s going to leave marks. I don’t give a fuck about marks. She can scar me for all I care.
Reaching down, I slide my palms around to her ass and shift her up, which causes her legs to open wider.
I fuck her harder and faster. She’s muttering things to me, so I slow down a little so I can make sure it’s not too much for her.
“No. I’m close, Sam. Don’t stop.”
“Touch your clit.” Because I’m not going to last much longer. Maybe next time I’ll pace myself, but the only thing I can think about is…
“Come inside me, Sam. Come inside.”
That. That right there—I fucking fantasized about it. And her words, they undo me.
I hold off until I feel her walls squeeze me so tight, I’m on the verge of blacking out. Leaning down, I kiss her hard and deep as I press in as close as I can get to her and empty myself inside. Deep, deep inside.
With my dick still inside her, I attempt to tell her how I feel about her without giving up everything just yet. “Move in with me, Colette. I want this. I want you. It’s felt right to me since the day Henry Miller snuck into my place.”
Our eyes meet, and I see something in hers that I didn’t expect. Fear.
“Don’t be scared. This is special. I know it.”
She’s hesitant. “It’s just…”
“What?”
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“What if it does?”
Bending, I kiss her softly, then pull back. I feel wetness seep out between us. Placing my foot onto the rug, I reach out for her hand. “Let’s try out that new shower.”
“It works?”
“It’d better.” I chuckle. “If not, I’m going to need to hire a new plumber.” My guy is the best, though. I’ve never worked with anyone better.
Nude, the pair of us make our way into the bathroom. “How many shower heads does it have again?”
I’d shown Colette my plans for the shower. There’s a bench in there as well. A big one. “Six.”
“Wow.”
“I hope you like it.” Enough to move in.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Three Things
Sam’s shower is, in a word, amazing. I’ve never felt so clean while being so very dirty. The man has a mouth and a tongue that do magical things to my lady parts. By the time he made me come again, he was hard, so I returned the favor. And guess what? He loved it.
After the shower, Sam brought the charcuterie board back in and placed it on the bed between us. I threw on one of his clean Gladstone Construction shirts that he had in a plastic tub in the closet while he sat naked on the bed. We watchedThe IT Crowdfor a while, then he turned on music using his new whole-house surround sound system. We curled up together on the bed and talked. Whispered. It was during that time that he asked me to go shopping with him for furniture and appliances.
I know why he asked me to do that. Hell, now I know why he asked me to choose the flooring and the rest of the finishes. He wanted me to like it.
“I’ll go if you promise to tell me if you like something or not. You’ve got to be honest. Don’t let me pick things you hate.”
