His vulnerability catches me completely off guard. This man who seems so confident, so sure of himself, admitting that maybe he's not as satisfied with his life as he pretends to be.
"Maybe you're growing up," I suggest gently. "Maybe you're not satisfied with just that anymore. With the shallow stuff."
"Maybe," he agrees. Then he stops walking and points ahead. "There. That's what I wanted to show you."
I follow his gaze and gasp.
Hidden behind a cluster of tall trees is a tiny park I would have walked right past without noticing. There are benches arranged around a small pond that's reflecting the full moon perfectly, making it look like there are two moons, one in the sky and one in the water. Fireflies dance around the edges, theirlittle lights blinking on and off in a pattern that seems almost choreographed.
It's absolutely gorgeous. Like a scene straight out of a movie. The kind of place that doesn't seem real.
"Colt," I breathe. "This is beautiful."
"Come on." He guides me toward one of the benches, and we sit close enough that our thighs touch. "What do you think?"
"I love it." I can't stop staring at the fireflies, at the moonlight on the water, at the way everything seems peaceful and perfect. "I can't believe this place has no one around."
"Most people end up at the bar on Friday nights instead of walking around," he explains. "But if we'd come around sunset, this place would be crawling with parents and little kids. It's where everyone brings their families."
"I think I'm going to enjoy this town," I whisper, and I mean it. For the first time since arriving, I can actually picture myself staying here. Building a life here. Finding peace here.
"Coming to Blackwater Falls might end up being your best decision," Colt says, and there's something in his voice that makes me turn to look at him.
He's even more beautiful under the full moon. The silver light catches the sharp angles of his jaw, the curve of his lips, the intensity in those dark eyes that are fixed on me like I'm the only thing worth looking at.
His lips are slightly parted, wet from licking away the last of the burger sauce, and they look soft. Inviting. Almost like they're calling me.
I remember how those lips felt against my ear last night, whispering for me to stay quiet. Remember the feel of his breath on my neck, hot and urgent. Remember wanting to taste him,to kiss him properly instead of just letting him touch me in a bathroom stall.
"My eyes are up here," Colt says playfully, pointing at them with a teasing grin.
I laugh, feeling my cheeks heat. "I know. But it's not my fault your lips look prettier right now."
"Come closer."
I know I shouldn't. We said we'd take things slow this time. Said we'd actually get to know each other instead of rushing into the physical stuff. But I can't resist him. Can't resist the pull between us that's been there since the moment we met.
I lean in, and he does too, until our lips are just an inch apart. Until I can feel his hot breath right above my upper lip, mixing with mine. Until the anticipation is almost unbearable.
I want to kiss him so badly it hurts. But there's no way I'm taking the first step. I'm not confident enough for that. Not brave enough to close that final distance.
I look up at his eyes, and he just smiles like he understands exactly what I'm waiting for. Like he knows I need him to make the move.
He closes his eyes and goes for it.
I close mine too, and then our lips meet, and oh God, it's perfect. Soft and firm at the same time, gentle but demanding. His mouth moves against mine with confidence, like he knows exactly what he's doing, and I melt into him.
My pussy throbs immediately, a pulse of need so strong it makes me gasp against his lips. I know right away, a kiss won't be enough. Not with him. Not when every touch feels like fire on my skin.
His hand comes to rest on my leg, big and warm, squeezing gently before slowly sliding up to my inner thigh. The closer he gets to the V-seam of my jeans, the wetter I become. I can feel it, the arousal soaking through my panties, and I wonder if he can smell it. If he knows how badly I want him, how much I need his cock.
I didn't suck him last night, but there's no way I'm not doing it today. More than wanting it, I need it. Need to make up for running away yesterday when he fingered me so good. Need to show him that I'm here, that I want this, that I'm not going anywhere.
We keep kissing, deep and hungry, and I move my hand to his lap. His bulge is massive, straining against his jeans, rock hard and ready. I palm him through the denim, and he groans into my mouth.
We break apart, both breathing hard, and he chuckles. "Today we lasted longer than yesterday."
I laugh breathlessly. "I don't think we could have gotten to this point any faster than last night. But Colt, I know we talked about going slower, but... maybe it's best if we just get this out of the way. Get it out of our systems."
