I wasn’t willing to work on my relationship with Webber, but I am with Colson.
I’m still trying to understand it.God.I want it so badly, my heart hopscotches over my ribs straight into my stomach when I think about it.
He stirs behind me, the arm that’s draped over my hip trailing a line over my ribs before moving down over my belly button. After we had our fun in the living room, we stood under the hot shower water where he worshiped my body just as good, if not better, than he did before. His mouth, only leaving my skin for the sake of soaping it up and rinsing off.
His hand moves lower, instantly sparking arousal inside of me like a match, and I press back into him.
“Bad idea, Violet,” he croaks, his voice raspy from sleep.
I smile at the way he says it and grind my ass—which I’m pretty sure might be his kryptonite—into his groin. He’s already hard for me. I can’t say I don’t love it.
His hand grabs me before I get the chance to swirl my hips into him again. “Choosing to ignore me this morning?” His breath fans over my neck, and he nips the soft spot under my ear.
I keep my mouth shut as my smile grows more mischievous. I’m so glad we’re done ignoring the chemistry we have, happy that underneath everything else we have this—each other.
His palm moves below the band of the thong I slipped into after our shower, his middle finger sliding between my lips. “You’re so warm,” he murmurs, pulling his hand free so he can hold my hip and grind into me. His length presses enticingly into my backside. My stomach tightens from the memory of him thrusting in and out of me mere hours ago.
A needy sigh rolls out of my mouth, and he presses a wet kiss on the back of my shoulder.
“How is it that I just had you hours ago and I’m more turned on now than I was before?” He hums, and I wish I had the answer. Being with him is like what they say about getting a tattoo. You get one and you want a million. We’ve shared one night, and I’m already looking forward to all the time we’ll have together.
I roll to my back, enjoying the way he mindlessly touches me as he watches me. Blue like the sky, his eyes are brighter than ever with a hint of arousal, and it’s my favorite shade.
He kisses the corner of my mouth. “How are you so goddamn beautiful?”
“I don’t know,” I breathe out, my focus dead set on his hand back in my panties. “But keep doing that with your fingers.”
“You’d rather have my hands and mouth all over that pussy than hear my compliments, wouldn’t you?” His teeth scrape over his bottom lip at the same time not one, but two, fingers fill me. I arch my hips up, and weightlessness falls over me as my eyes flutter shut.
The sensation is confusingly overwhelming. Like when you put your hands under freezing water, but your brain tricks you into thinking it’s scalding. “Tell me I’m not dreaming.” I look at him. “Tell me this is really happening, Colson.”
“Am I feeling how wet and turned on you are for me, Vi?” He takes my hand ever so gently and pulls it to his stiff cock. I swoop my hand low and rub him through the fabric of his boxers. His face screws up in utter enchantment, and it’s the best sight as the morning sun starts to slant its way between the gaps in the blinds.
“God, yes,” I whimper. My hips naturally move to the rhythm of his fingers and prepare for the tingling sensation that’s about to take over my body. But then it lessens. His hand leaves my panties, and my eyes snap to his. “Why did you pull away?”
He smirks, his drop-dead sexy lips tipping up at the corners. “Miss me already?”
I sit up on my elbows. “Um…yes.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you something better,” he promises as he kicks the covers off his feet and slides my thong down my thighs and over my ankles. Anticipation curls in my belly, mynerves firing in all directions as he maneuvers his face to below my waist.
He eyes me under thick lashes as he taps his tongue on my clit. “This better?”
I fall back and dissolve into the sheets becauseyes, yes, yes.“So much better. Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
“I don’t plan on it.” His tongue swirls over me deliciously slow. “I plan on making you finish on my tongue and then after…” His soft lips pinch me at the perfect angle, and I moan. “I’m going to drink up every last drop of you so that I’ll still know what you taste like hours after I leave.”
My stomach growls,cramping with hunger pains. After Colson slid my panties off, he covered me with his powerful body. Not once. But twice. Not back-to-back, of course, but still, the exertion has me wanting to binge the cardboard-like cereal Sylvia keeps in the pantry. And I would, if it weren’t for the sexy man flipping eggs on the stovetop like a pro.
I’m not sure if he’d ever admit it, but Colson is a softie underneath his closed-off attitude and down right sizzling smirk.
“They smell amazing,” I tell him, sitting on the counter at the opposite side of the kitchen. I’m so far away simply because I want to watch him. In nothing but boxers with his shirt a pile of fabric on the counter next to him, his back muscles ripple deliciously with every movement he makes, enticing me to drag him back to bed for another couple hours.
“They’re just eggs.” There’s amusement in his voice, and I smile.
“Not just eggs in my book.”
“Why’s that?”
