Colson smiles as his eyes tear up. “That’s a good way to put it. I went to a therapist for a while after I got some insurance. It wasn’t a great experience, but I do remember one thing she said to me.”
“Tell me.”
“She said, ‘Right now it’s scary and feelings don’t seem safe, but one day, you could meet someone who makes you feel so safe you can finally let your heart be soft.’” He smiles, sniffling. “At the time, I thought that sounded insane, and I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to be soft.”
“And now?”
“I’m more open to it.”
We both laugh. Colson leans into me, and I wrap my arms around him, absorbing his warmth and light, and for one of only a handful of times in my life, I feel grateful to be alive so I can love this man.
“I’m crazy about you, Colson. All I want in this life is to make you happy.”
He brushes his fingers under my chin. “I am happy.” He balls the hem of my T-shirt up in his fist. “Let’s go upstairs. I want to show you something.”
“What?”
Colson’s hand slides up my thigh to rest on my growing bulge. “My reverence. You’ve worshipped at my feet. Now let me pray at yours.”
CHAPTER 26
Colson
Specter followsme back to his room, his hand resting on my hip as we ascend the stairs. It’s been quite a morning. First helping my man get dressed, then finding out about the hit, and finally squaring off with Shadow. That was not the easiest confrontation, but I instinctively knew I had to stand on business and show him exactly who he’s dealing with.
When we get to the bedroom, Specter sits on the love seat. For all his resistance, I can tell he’s feeling the effects of his injury. His face is paler than usual and his movements are slower. All to be expected. At least he listens to Shadow and won’t be out trying to take down the city.
I kneel in front of him, slowly removing his socks before shifting my attention to his shirt. Carefully, I pull it up and over his head. He grunts but otherwise seems okay.
“Your job is to simply enjoy what I’m going to do.”
He nods, and the look in his eyes makes my breath hitch. If I ever wondered what love actually looks like, I don’t now.
“I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs. “Not yet, but I will.”
“You already do.” I cup his cheek, smiling. “Mon ange noir.”
“Fuck. That language drives me wild. What did you say?”
Rising on my knees, I lean forward and press our lipstogether. “My dark angel. You were there when I needed you the most, like a guardian angel.”
“That’s it. I’m learning French.”
I smile. “It would only make you even sexier.”
“I’ll take you to France someday. Would you like that? Would you like to kiss under the Eiffel Tower?”
“I’d love that, but I’ll go anywhere you ask me to. Shit, I’ll go to the crappy part of Mistone if you want me to.”
Specter searches my eyes. “No. Only good things for you from now on.”
I blink rapidly to keep the flood of emotion at bay. I’ve got a dick to suck. Instead of speaking, I tug the waistband of his track pants down. He lifts his hips to help me slide them off his body. Then he’s naked before me, rippling with muscle and tattoos, his crystal blue eyes fixed on my face.
Sliding my hand down his body, I keep my eyes on his face, on his incredible mouth and all the interesting planes of his features. He’s hands down the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and I’m pretty proud of myself for trusting him and locking down a baddie like this.
I stroke his cock, smiling as it swells and grows in my hand. The foreskin pulls back, revealing the small barbell under his cockhead. His gaze heats, his pupils dilating as he watches me with parted lips.
“I wondered if you would ever take the lead.”
