Her hands touch my chest and when she looks up at me, eyes bright and sparkling with honesty, I know it’s fucking over.
In this moment, it’s clear. Sadie Becker is mine.
twenty-four
Sadie
ThewayColsonlooksat me is something I’ve never experienced. It’s like he’s taking mental photos, trying to remember every detail. It makes me feel confident. And like there’s no such thing as too much time with him.
Each look, kiss, touch has me falling under his spell.
I turn to face him, letting the water hit my back. His hands move my hair from my forehead, fingers warm from the water. I might be five foot eleven but Colson still has six inches on me. He tips his head down until his nose is almost brushing mine, his thumbs on my cheeks and his eyes keeping me in place.
His thumbs brush against my skin and I can barely breathe. The steam surrounds us and I ask, “How do you do that?”
“Do what?” The soft skin between his brows knits together.
“Make me forget how to breathe,” I say.
The promise of a devilish smirk threatens his lips and he takes one of my hands, putting it on his chest. “Feel that?”
My fingers against his chest, his muscles, is quite the fucking sight. I let my fingers feel before I realize he’s talking about his heartbeat. His racing heartbeat.
“That’s what it’s like to be around you.” His voice is breathy. “You make me want to…” The words fade as he looks away.
“What?”
“Touch you,” he admits, like he’s telling me a secret. “Everywhere.”
His words wash over me, the water having no chance to be as impactful.
I kiss him like he’s something I need, something I can’t go without. I bite at his full lower lip. When I pull away, I swear I can see flames dancing in his deep blue eyes.
“Then do it,” I dare him.
A searing kiss is shared between us as his hand trails down my body and I bite at his lip. His hand lightly cups me until he tests my wetness with the tip of his finger.
Colson’s mouth pulls from mine and he bites at my ear.
“Wet. Like a fucking dream.”
I can’t help the moan that escapes my chest.
“You, Sadie Becker, are a fucking dream.”
My knees quiver; they’re struggling to hold me up. I know Colson would never let me fall. Fuck, why is that so hot?
“You good?” he asks, his finger teasing me.
“Yes.” I can’t answer fast enough.
Slowly, he inserts a single finger. He gives me a little bit before pulling out, the pace too slow. My hips tilt, trying for more.
Colson adds another finger and I keep using my hips.
I’m so desperate for him to go faster so I take things into my own hands. I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his dick, which is hard and heavy in my grip. He pumps his fingers inside me and I jerk him.
His lips kiss my neck and when my fingers squeeze him, he groans. I love making him react this way.
