Crab rangoons.
When he showed up Sunday evening, he’d brought a deliciousarray of takeout, including my weakness, which existed in the form of crab andcream cheese.He’d also brought a movie with him since I’d replaced the TV afew days ago.It wasn’t nearly as nice or as big as the first one, but it wouldhave to do until I could justify spending hundreds of dollars on a larger TV.He’d brought with him a remake of an old-school horror film that hadtraumatized me as a small child, and when we finished dinner, he popped themovie in.
We started off sitting side by side, but before we were evenfifteen minutes into the movie, Colton stretched out his long body across thecouch.He managed to coax me down so I was lying beside him, my head tuckedagainst his arm and his hand resting lightly on my hip.
At that point, I pretty much stopped watching the movie.
Kevin and I had done this so many times, favoring bummingaround the house many Saturday nights instead of going out.I expected there tobe a pang of sorrow, but what I felt was a shadow of the hurt I had lived within the months and even years after his death.I knew beyond a doubt that ifKevin was aware of what I was doing right now with Colton, he would be happy.Knowing that made it easy to relax against Colton.
But that relaxation quickly turned to keen awareness.Withevery breath Colton took, I was conscious of just how close we were.The sceneof a screaming girl on the TV became nothing more than background noise as Ifocused on every part of our bodies that touched.The front of his thighspressed against the back of mine.My bottom was almost cradled in his lap andhis hard chest was against my back.I bit down on my lip as I wiggled a little,stopping the moment his fingers of the hand resting on my hip curled, bunchingthe thin material of the dress.
I thought about what I had done this afternoon, touchingmyself while thinking of him, and my body flushed hot.Not from embarrassment,but from sharp arousal.
“Are you watching the movie?”Colton asked, his voicedeeper, rougher.
I had a choice.I could pretend that I was or I could fessup to the fact I had absolutely no interest in the movie at the moment and thatit was him who had my attention.It wasn’t…easy to initiate this.My seductionskills were below amateur level, but what had I decided earlier?Not to be acoward.To live life despite the risk of getting hurt.To…to just let go.
Before I could give myself time to overthink, I shifted ontomy back and lifted my gaze to his.Our eyes held for a moment and then his gazedropped to my mouth.I knew that whatever I would say would probably becompletely idiotic.I decided action was probably better than words.
Because words could be really hard.
I lifted my hand, pressing my palm against his clean-shavencheek.My heart stuttered as he turned his head slightly, dropping a kissagainst the center of my hand.Oh God, that was too sweet, almost too much.Istarted to pull my hand away, but I stopped myself as his gaze returned tomine.Drawing in a shallow breath, I guided his mouth to mine.
I kissed him, and I don’t know if he could read minds or ifhe really was a damn unicorn, but he let me set the pace, allowed me to play.Imapped out his mouth, covering every delectable centimeter, and when I wantedmore, he opened his mouth to my searching kiss.I leisurely explored him,breathing in the taste of him.
Far too immersed in the sensations kissing him created, Iwholeheartedly welcomed the moment he took over.His lips were demanding, and Iyielded to him, letting out a breathless moan against his hot mouth as his handfinallymoved from my hip, smoothing up over my breast.I sucked in asharp breath.The dress had a built-in bra, and the thin cotton was no barrieragainst the heat of his hand.
I moaned into his mouth as his hand closed over my breastand kneaded gently.His chest rumbled against my side.“God, we’re not eventwenty minutes into the movie.”
A tiny laugh escaped me.“Is that a bad thing?”
“Hell, do you even have to ask that?”His deft fingers foundmy pebbled nipple through the dress.Liquid fire poured through me.“I like tothink it’s a damn good thing.”
I gasped for air.“I…I like the sound of that.”
“You do?”He shifted so his weight rested on his left arm ashis right hand slipped under the neckline of my dress.My back arched.“Yeah,you do.”
“I do,” I admitted.
He lowered his mouth to mine once more, kissing me.“I don’tthink I can do the gentleman thing any longer.I want to touch you.”Hisfingers plucked at my nipple, wringing a cry out of me.“But I really want totouch you elsewhere.”
My body shuddered.I had a good idea that I knew where“elsewhere” was.I closed my eyes and whispered, “I want that too.”
“Thank God.”His hand left my breast, and I nearly achedfrom the loss, but his hand was on the move again, smoothing down my stomach.
I blinked open my eyes, watching as he glided down mystomach, over my thigh.My breath lodged in my throat as he worked his handunder the skirt of my dress.I bit down on my lip as I gripped his arm.Hisgaze flicked to mine.“Don’t stop,” I said.
“No?”He kissed me, nipping at my lip as he lifted his head.When I shook my head, he fused our mouths together.His hand skated up my barethigh, and then over the lacy edge of my panties.
I held my breath, partly due to the swirling pleasurebuilding inside of me and I knew he could feel just how soft I was.Therewasn’t an ounce of hardness to my thighs or my hips.He didn’t seem to noticeor care, because his hand had made its way underneath my panties.
My hand tightened around his arm as his fingers reached theapex of my thighs.He brushed his lips over mine.“Open for me?”
Never in my life had there been three words that were hotterthan that.My thighs parted, and his finger skimmed over my damp skin.Thetouch was barely there, but I jerked nonetheless.
“So sensitive,” he murmured.“I like that.”
My heart was pounding as he ran a lazy finger over my wetcenter and then he eased one finger in.A low sound worked its way out of me,and when his thumb pressed down on the buddle of nerves, I gasped out,“Colton.”
