Her breath catches, and then she’s smiling through it, the kind of smile that makes my chest ache. “I love you. And I know you do.”
She leans in, kisses me again, and there’s no question about it.
I have to stay.
fifty
Sadie
IfeellikeIcan finally breathe. We’re out of the shower and I smell like peppermint—evidence of Colson’s body wash. But, he did buy my shampoo and conditioner. He must’ve looked at what was in my shower at some point during one of our sleepovers.
It makes me smile much bigger than it should. Like, the joy reaches the corner of my soul. He cared enough to do something like this without being asked. I’ve never complained about staying over at his place but he keeps finding ways to make me feel like I’m welcome.
Like he did with buying coffee beans from the bakery.
He’s thoughtful and doesn’t make me pay for it. It doesn’t feel like he’s keeping score. Expecting me to match it, just because.
“Where’d you go?” Colson’s voice brings me back to the moment. Us wrapped in our towels, ready to get something to sleep in from his closet.
He sits on the edge of his bed, hair damp, his hands holding on to his towel around his waist. He looks way too fucking good to not be kissing me.
I drop my towel and his eyes go wide for a second, before his hands reach out for me. Putting one leg on each side of his, I straddle him.
His hands immediately are at my lower back, feeling like they take up most of my skin with those massive palms. Colson tips his head, looking up at me, and he bites his lower lip, but smiles through it. Looking at me like I’m something worth keeping.
I kiss him, slow and deliberate, hoping he feels even a fraction of what his gaze did to me. His hands pull us closer together. Shifting, I kiss his neck, leaving my lips on long enough that I can feel his pulse quickening, matching the heartbeat in my chest.
Colson moves his mouth to my sternum, kissing between my breasts. My head goes back and I push forward, giving him as much access as he wants. I love the way his mouth feels on me. Not sure I’ll ever get over it.
His mouth covers one of my nipples, sucking. He pairs that with these little moans and I know I’m about to be a puddle. Then his tongue flicks and swirls.
I can feel his length pushing against me through the towel. Putting the weight on my knees, I lift my hips and he follows my lead, pulling the towel and tossing it.
Straddling him again, his dick pushes against me. The pleasure catches me off guard, hitting me just right. It teases a whimper from me and I can’t help but rock my hips, again and again.
“This is so good,” Colson says, watching me.
I feel him try to tilt himself, getting more of the tension he’s looking for. Fuck, I don’t know if anything has felt this amazing. I roll my hips again and again before Colson’s hands are at my waist.
He lifts me. Those fucking muscles. And I reach down, grabbing him and putting him at my entrance. Slowly, he sets me on top of his hard length. I can’t believe how easily he slides into me. He gives me the time to get situated, stretching to fit him. It’s also like my brain needs to catch up to Colson, to what we said earlier.
I love you.
He said that back. And I know he means it.
Colson’s so patient, with his flushed cheeks and eyes that look like he could devour me whole. I sigh out a breath as his hands run over my skin, feeling all of my curves.
Smirking into it, I kiss him. His tongue dances at the seam of my lips and I let him taste me. My breasts press into him, and his fingernails scratch down my back.
Slowly, I start rolling my hips, needing to give into the craving that’s pulsing in my low belly. He guides us together, his hands at my hips helping me move on top of him.
It’s euphoric.
I put my hands on the sides of his face and kiss him like he has the air I need to breathe. We pick up the speed and I can’t get over the way this feels. The way he hits the right spot. We match each other’s intensity, working together.
“Fuck, Sadie,” He groans my name and it tips me over.
The sparks fly and I close my eyes.
