My stomach constricted.“I want you.”
Reaching around, he pulled out his wallet.A silver foilpacket appeared between his fingers.I arched a brow as he tossed it on the bedbehind me.“What?”His grin turned sheepish, almost boyish.“I always like tobe prepared.”
“I guess it’s a good thing that you are because I don’t haveany.”
Something about what I said had an effect on him.Hegroaned.“Then we need to make this one count, huh?”
I watched as he walked toward me, his jeans inching down hiships.God, he was beautiful in a purely male way.I almost couldn’t believethat he was real, standing before me.That we were about to do this.
“I want to see you.”He slipped his fingers under the capsleeve of my dress, drawing it down my shoulder.
As ready as I was, it occurred to me in that moment that Iwas going to have to get completely buck-ass naked to do this.I knew he wasn’tgoing to want to do this with clothes on.Oh no, he was a skin man.All theconfidence pranced right out of the room on two twig legs.Twig legs with perkybreasts, which were two things I didn’t have.
I stepped back, drawing in a deep breath as I looked up athim.I hated the sudden insecurity, absolutely loathed it.It was my skin, mybody, and it was a part of me, but in this moment, it felt like an itchy,uncomfortable sweater.
Colton stepped closer, his hand lingering on my shoulder.“Are you okay?”
Biting down on my lip, I nodded as I glanced at our barefeet.Next to his, mine actually appeared somewhat small.Still not feminine.Not these cave feet.Okay.My feet didn’t look like cave feet.I was being toohard on myself.
“Then what’s going on?You’ve left this room.Probably eventhis house.”He paused.“Is this about Nic—”
“No.”My gaze flew to his, and that wasn’t entirely a lie.Icouldn’t help compare myself to her, because hell, I was human, but it was morethan that.“I…It’s been so long since I’ve done this, Colton.”
His fingers skirted down my arm.“I know.”
Did he really know?“Four years.”
He threaded his fingers through mine.“I figured that.”
Closing my eyes, I exhaled softly.“You want to see me, butI’m not sure you really want to.I don’t look like—”
“I know what you look like,” he said, his voice low as hisgaze met and held mine.“I have two eyes and I’ve been checking you out often.Enough that it would probably make you uncomfortable if you knew.I fuckingadore what I see.”He drew my hand to his groin, folding my palm over the rigidlength.“I want what I see.”
My breath caught on a soft inhale as I held him lightly inmy grip.I thought I could feel him pulse.My gaze dropped to where his muchlarger hand folded over mine.Colton was right.He had two, completelyfunctioning eyes.Wasn’t like the clothing I wore hid what was really there,and the heat burning my palm told me that he did want this, just as badly as Idid.
I could do this.
Slipping my hand away from him, I reached down, catching theskirt of my dress.I couldn’t hesitate at this point.Now or never.Before Icould change my mind, I pulled the dress up over my head and then I let it dropto the floor.
I lifted my gaze as I held my breath.
His eyes were glued to mine and a slight, soft smile tuggedat one corner of his lips.Then his gaze dropped, gliding slowly over me, and Iknew those brilliant blue eyes didn’t miss a thing.Not the dainty, blue laceedging along the straps of my bra or the cups.Not the way my waist curved inand then flared out.The undies weren’t sexy.They were just cotton boy shorts,and they didn’t even match the bra, but as his gaze traveled down to my paintedtoes, I had a feeling he really didn’t care about that.
“You know what, Abby?”His voice was gruff, like he’d justwoken up.“You’re unbelievably sexy.Every last fucking inch of you.”Hebrushed the back of his hand over my shoulder.“This is.”That hand thendropped to graze the swell of my breasts.“So are these, and so is this.”Hetrailed a finger down my belly and around my navel.“And I want to lick thesehips.”His hand smoothed over one and then around, cupping my rear.“Actually,I want to taste every part of you.”
My heart pounded.“I’m…I’m totally down for that.”
He chuckled as he stepped closer.With one hand on myshoulder, he guided me down until I was sitting on the bed.Keeping myattention fastened on him, I scooted back and refused to allow myself to getcaught up in my head again.
Not that I could when he was taking off his jeans.The waythe muscles of his stomach bunched and flexed was fascinating to me.It alsomade me think of what he’d said he wanted to do to me, about tasting me allover.I actually wanted to do it to him.
He left the tight, black boxer briefs on as he walked aroundthe bed, placing one knee on it as he came down beside me.There was littlespace between us.Neither of us spoke as our breaths danced over each other’slips.
Slowly, tentatively, Colton touched my cheek with the tipsof his fingers.He seemed to map out the curve of my cheek and then my jaw,before skating those rough fingers over my parted lips.The light touch waspowerfully seductive, and my response was consuming.The fire surged back tolife, keeping me from getting stuck in my head.
His fingers trailed down my throat and then over each cup.My toes curled as I felt my nipples harden.He reached around, deftly unhookingmy bra.The straps slipped off my arms, dropping to the bed.“These…” His voicewas still hoarse.“These are perfect.”
The way he touched me then made me believe that he trulymeant that.He cradled the heavy globe as if it were the most treasured thing.He dragged his thumb over the rosy peak, smiling at the immediate response.Hedid the same to my other breast.
