The seconds stretch between us. I meet his gaze, heart pounding. “What if I went back to your place instead?”
He doesn’t hesitate. Not even a second. His mouth curves into a slow, knowing smile, and his hand shifts, covering mine on his thigh. “Is that even a question?” he remarks. “Of course you can.”
Something in my chest loosens, excitement blooming bright and heady. I squeeze his leg once more, a quiet yes, and he passes the turn that would take us back to my place.
Iputmyhandon the car door handle but Colson is there, opening it before I get the chance. The night air rushes in, cool against my skin. Before I can even fully swing my legs out, he’s there—one hand braced on the roof, the other steady at my waist. I laugh, breathless, because the way he looks at me feels like a promise.
He doesn’t give me time to overthink it.
He lifts me like it’s nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist. My back meets the side of the car, cool metal grounding me for half a second before his mouth is on mine. The kiss is hungry and unhurried.
I make a quiet sound into his mouth, fingers fisting in his shirt, and he smiles against my lips like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Come on,” he murmurs, forehead resting against mine, breath warm. “Before you make me forget how to walk.”
He carries me the rest of the way effortlessly, like this is just how things are now—me around his waist, the night closing in around us, the door opening to his place and something different. Bold. Brave.
I’ve never felt like this before. Wanted.Needed. People I’ve been with mostly felt like a decent idea. Not like theonlyidea.
When he steps inside, still holding me, I know I’m exactly where I want to be.
He sets me down and his hands immediately find my body, one at the hem of my shirt and the other tipping my mouth up so he can crash his lips to mine. His fingers dance along my stomach until his hand pushes my shirt up and he’s cupping me through my bra.
I move my hips and feel his length pushing against me. I can’t hold back the whimper that falls from my lips.
“Fuck. That sound,” Colson groans, pushing harder into me. “That’s what you do to me.”
His mouth kisses my neck, spot by spot, like he’s trying to put his lips on every inch of me.
And you know what?
I hope I’m right.
thirty-three
Colson
BeingwithSadiefeelsas right, even as true, as gravity. When she asked about coming to my place tonight, her voice was almost a touch smaller than I expected, I almost told her that she can have anything she wants.
It would’ve been the truth.
I kiss down the column of her neck, tasting her. We’re bumping into the wall down the hallway to my bedroom. Once we’re inside, her hands grab for my shirt, lifting it up and over my head. Then it’s my turn with her cherry-red top. Underneath, she’s wearing an almost matching bra, the fabric smooth and crimson.
We watch each other as we both take off our shorts. She’s wearing a matching red thong, the cut showing the curves of her ass. Her eyes move to my briefs and I close the space between us.
I push us onto the bed, my arms caging her body from each side. I kiss the soft skin spilling from her bra. My tongue then traces the path once I’ve made it from one side to the other. Sadie’s nails scratch down my back.
“You smell like summer. Like the sun,” I compliment, my nose grazing hers.
Sadie meets me, lifting herself up to kiss me. Her lips are firm and commanding. It’s like she wants me as much as I need her.
Then her hand moves down, in between us, touching me through my briefs.
I don’t need to be told twice. I take off my briefs, watch her take off her panties, and am back over her.
My lips find the soft skin below her navel. Her muscles clench as I kiss down, my eyes catching Sadie watching me as I move further. She looks like she’s holding her breath, waiting for my next move.
I can’t help myself—I have to taste her, and I think she knows that.
