I became aware of an uncomfortable bulge in my pants. I turned away, not wanting Colton to see my growing erection as I undressed and got into my pyjamas.
Maybe this is a good thing,I told myself.Maybe this means Colton could be my fated mate, if I’m already this attracted to him…
I scooted into bed. A scant few inches of space spanned between our bodies. I had to admit it felt awkward--being in bed with Colton, but not beingcloseto him. It was the same uncomfortable pressure of two opposing magnet ends being pushed away from each other when all they desperately wanted was to touch.
“Um, can I ask you something?” I murmured.
“Of course.”
I licked my lips uneasily. “Would you mind if we scooted closer together?”
Colton answered me by doing the honors. His body heat radiated off his skin, but still wasn’t brushing against mine. “Are you cold?”
“No,” I admitted, even though it might have been easier to lie. “Um. Here, I mean like this…”
I came closer so our shoulders touched, Colton’s bare skin to the fabric of my shirt.
“Oh,” Colton said. “I understand now.”
The rest of his body joined so that our sides lay flushed, like the magnets had snapped together. A sense of ease and comfort washed over me and I sighed happily. The pleasantness of his warmth urged me on, giving me the courage to ask my next request.
“Actually, would you be okay spooning me?”
Colton paused. “I don’t have a spoon.”
I chuckled. “I’ll show you what I mean.” I flipped over and got into position, my back against Colton’s bare chest. Then I took his arms and draped them across my front. “Like this.”
“Oh, I see.” Colton sounded amused. “Like two spoons in a drawer.”
I smiled. “Exactly.”
“Hmm… You’re warm.”
Colton rested his head on my chin, like he had back in the lake. This time it sent an even sharper tingle down my spine. This was more intimate, more personal. Colton wasnakedpressing up against my back. If it weren’t for my clothes, our bodies would be completely flushed together.
Then I noticed somethingelsepressing against me.
And this time, I didn’t have to double-check to know what it was.
“Colton,” I began quietly. “Do you know you’re hard?”
He didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Is that okay?”
I smiled at his earnest nature. At the same time, I felt my own arousal building like a wave. Heat stirred below my belly and my cock grew eager for attention. My pyjama pants grew tight. With Colton’s dick pressing against my ass, the urge to rub myself against it was getting difficult to suppress.
“Yeah,” I replied, my voice cracking a bit. “I am, too.”
For a moment I was worried that my admission would make things awkward, but then Colton said, “Oh. I can help you with that.”
I swallowed a yelp of surprise as Colton reached around to palm the front of my dick through the fabric. Immediately I melted into his hand with a sigh. I tried to keep my voice down so it wouldn’t disturb Ramsay’s much-needed sleep.
But with the way Colton’s fingers worked magic on my cock, it was going to be tough.
I bit my lip and arched my back, pressing my ass into Colton’s erection behind me. He grunted softly.
Flaccid, Colton’s cock was big; erect, it wasmassive.I nearly whimpered as I rubbed my asscheeks around it. If it ever went inside of me, I wasn’t even sure the whole thing would fit.
Maybe I won’t worry about that just yet,I thought.
