“Colin…” I breathed, plunging my fingers into his hair.
He lifted his head slightly for our eyes to meet. The intensity there almost undid me.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said.
“I don’t,” I replied instantly. “I really, really don’t.”
And then he touched me where I’d been wanting it.
A soft stroke at first, then firmer, more confident when my hips lifted toward him. He watched me as I bit my lip to keep from making noise. Those eyes of his pulled everything out of me.
My breath was all over the place. I clung to him as if he were the only thing keeping me upright because he was.
When he stopped to push the dress up and over my head, I ached from the lack of his touch. It was also the first time he’d seen me naked, and that small bit of insecurity I had about what he might think of my body popped up.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, taking my hand and leading me to the bed, his eyes not leaving my body for a second. I swam in the praise he bestowed upon me, the way his gaze lingered, his hungry expression.
With a swift removal of his pants and shorts, it was my turn to marvel at his beauty, but he didn’t give me the time.
Colin lifted me onto his lap, his body hotter than I expected. His hands traced the shape of my hips. When his lips moved slowly down my neck, a soft sound escaped me.
“God, you feel good,” he whispered, his voice steady but low.
The way he said it made me tremble. I slid my hands down his chest, feeling the strained muscles under my fingertips. His hardness beneath me was a reminder of where we were going.
I craved it too.
“I’ve wanted you like this since the first time you looked at me,” he said, cupping my face with both hands as if he needed to make sure I heard him.
It hit me hard—the sincerity in his voice, the intensity in his eyes. My heart squeezed tight in my chest.
I kissed him again, deeper this time, and he responded instantly, rolling us back onto the bed so my body settled beneath his. One hand slid down my side, gripping my thigh to guide me into the exact position he wanted.
He lowered himself then, fitting inside me fully in a deep warmth that had never felt so good. I arched into him, and he let out a quiet, strained sound that made everything inside me squirm.
“Katelynn,” he said as if he were barely hanging on.
My name on his lips did something to me I wasn’t prepared for.
“I want you,” I whispered, breathless and shaking with how much I meant it.
With slow, deliberate movements, he built a steady rhythm that sent shivers up my spine. He leaned down to kiss me once more.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he said against my mouth. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
My legs wrapped tighter around him, pulling him closer.
“Colin,” I whimpered.
He groaned, pushing us deeper and making it hard for me to breathe, think…anything. The sensation kept building as he thrust expertly against me, the fire climbing inside me so fast it made my eyes close and my fingers clutch at him until I lost all sense of reality.
The moment hit me hard, and my body tightened around him as the wave broke and left me shaking beneath him. He whispered something I couldn’t make out and followed right after me, his body tense above mine, his breath ragged against my neck.
When it finally eased, his hand came up to the side of my face, brushing my hair away gently.
“You’re unbelievable,” he said softly.
I touched his jaw, letting my thumb trace the light stubble there as I studied his satiated face.
