More staring.
And then he gets up and turns himself, giving me his back.
“Wow,” I huff, glancing at the clock and wondering if it’s too early to drown my pathetic self in wine. I mean there’s no one here to judge me and no classes.
Decision made I trudge across the apartment to the kitchen, only dressed in an oversized T and panties since I was being too lazy to get dressed and be productive. I grab the glass, pour the wine, and prepare to take a sip when there’s a knock on the door.
“Just a minute!” I yell, panic seizing me. No one ever shows up unannounced. What if it’s the police!? Did Patrick die!?
Shit.
I rush to the door, forgetting my lack of clothing and throw it open, my heart getting lodged somewhere in my throat when I see who is standing on the other side.
There is something feral in the way he’s looking at me right now, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them, his chest heaving like he ran all the way here.
“Kolten?” I sputter.
“Tell me you didn’t mean it.” He demands.
“Mean what?” I swallow, stepping back as he steps over the threshold, the door hanging open.
“Your messages. Tell me you didn’t mean them, Ness.”
“I don’t like to lie,” I breathe, taking another step back as he fully lets himself inside, grasping the door with one hand but not closing it.
“Lie,” He pleads, “Tell me it was a mistake to send them.”
“I can’t.”
He pushes the door, and it slams closed behind him.
“Why me, trouble?” He rasps as he closes the distance between us, his hand rising so his fingers can slide into my hair, “Why would you want me to have something so special?”
“Because you’re the only one I trust with it,” I admit, “Back then and now, that hasn’t changed.”
“Nessa,” He groans.
“I didn’t expect you to come,” I tell him honestly, “I didn’t expect you to even still be here.”
“Do you regret it?”
I shake my head, “I meant it. I can’t take that back.”
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No, Kolten,” I whisper, “Take me to bed.”
The words snap something in him and the remaining distance between us is closed with one large step.
His mouth crashes down onto mine in a possessive claiming, tongue pushing between my lips to taste and tease and all I can do is hold on and give myself to him. He cradles my face in the palms of his hands as he kisses me, desperation leaking fromhim as we slowly walk backwards, mouths still joined, a clash of teeth and biting.
God, he tastes so good. I cling to him, holding him close until my knees hit the arm of the couch and I tumble over it, but while I’m shocked by it, it seems Kolt was expecting just that. His body follows me onto the couch, hips parting my thighs as he settles between them. The t-shirt rides up, pooling around my middle to leave me exposed in just a pair of white panties.
He groans, a deep rumble that heats me to my core, “Fuck, Ness, look how pretty you are.”
My cheeks flare, burning so hot I know he’ll be able to see me blushing like a tomato.
“Fuck, I’ve missed that blush,” He caresses my cheek tenderly, “You have always blushed so pretty for me.”
