But then my phone buzzed back and his reply lit up my screen.
And my heart leaped with a little thrill of excitement. He was coming over! I flew out of bed and hurried around the apartment, turning off most of the lights so it wouldn’t look as if I’d been scared out of my mind only minutes earlier.
When the knock came at my door, I yanked it open without even checking the peephole. I had a split-second pause, hoping it wasn’t Shaun before I opened it further and saw Colton yawning and scratching the side of his hair. The bruise around his eye from the night before looked bright purple and only added to his exhausted appearance.
“Colton,” I scolded. “You look beat, dammit. You didn’t have to get out of bed and come all the way over here. Why didn’t you just tell me no?”
“Because you’ve never asked me to come over in the middle of the night before.” He stepped inside, pulling me into a hug, before tugging me back and examining my face. “What’s going on?”
“I…” I opened my mouth to tell him everything, but then I paused. I didn’t want to worry him over Shaun, so I said, “I just wanted to be with you.” Which was also the truth.
His face relaxed with pleasure. “Then that’s what I’m here for.”
I took his hand and led him toward the hall. “So what did you do tonight? Work on more Vines?”
“Nah.” He rested his head on my shoulder as we approached my room. “Aspen had a good night, so I babysat while she and Noel went out for the evening. You smell really good. Like my Julianna.”
I smiled and ruffled his hair. He didn’t smell so bad himself. He smelled like my Colton. I tugged him into my room. “Thank goodness it was a good night for her. Do you think it’ll stick?”
“I do. When she got back, she spent time with both Beau and Lucy Olivia. Noel wouldn’t stop grinning. It was nice. And she and Caroline are going shopping in the morning with the kids.” He let go of my hand and went straight to my bed, flopping down face-first before he groaned in ecstasy. “Oh my God, has your bed always been this soft and comfortable?”
I grinned and sat next to his hip so I could smooth my hand up his leg. “Nope. I softened the mattress earlier today, just for you.”
Colton rolled onto his side to send me a haughty glance. “You’re being a smart-ass...at three in the morning.” He took my hand as his lips tipped into a grin. “That settles it; you’re definitely my soul mate.”
I glowed—freaking glowed—with giddiness. “You said it first,” I taunted.
He lifted a finger. “Uh…no. I believe that was you. You’re the one who gushed on and on over the phone about how much you loved me.”
I arched an eyebrow, ready to argue that one careless little declaration wasn’t even close to a gush. But then I came up with a totally different track that would catch him completely off guard. I tapped my chin thoughtfully. “Hmm, that’s true. I did say it first. That must mean I’m the smarter of us then for figuring it out before you did.”
His mouth opened and eyes flared, but he couldn’t seem to come up with a good argument for that. Finally, he sat up and retorted, “Well, I love you more.”
“Nope.” I shook my head, eager to win this argument. “Not even possible.”
Arching an eyebrow, Colton said, “Oh really? I bet you don’t love me this much.” Taking my hand, he placed it over the ESU sweatpants he was wearing, right between the legs. The length and hardness of his cock made a distinct ridge under the soft cloth.
Wow, he loved me quite a bit, definitely over eight inches worth.
Humming, I stroked him through his pants for a couple seconds, making him sigh out a breath and tip his head back as he closed his eyes.
Then I answered, “I may not love you that much. But I definitely love you this much.” Returning the favor, I grasped his wrist and urged it up my skirt so he could cup my panties and feel how soaked they were.
I may have had painful periods, but they never lasted long. So tonight, I was open for business.
“Damn, baby doll.” He groaned and massaged me before sweeping the crotch of my underwear aside and plunging two fingers inside me. I gripped his shoulders and rode his hand, greedily taking everything he had to give.
A second later, he mumbled, “Fuck, I need to taste this. Right now.”
He tumbled me onto my back and rucked my skirt up to my waist before he ripped off my panties and spiked his tongue into my pussy.
I arched under him, feeling that instant electrocution of pleasure. Gripping his hair, I held on to my man for dear life as he feasted, licking his way up to my clit and flicking it like the teasing bastard he was. As the pleasure mounted, I tensed, not ready for how powerfully or quickly I knew I was going to come.
“Don’t fight it,” Colton warned.
His tongue stopped teasing and went straight for the most sensitive nub of flesh.
I started to scowl, and would’ve argued that I wasn’t, but then I realized he could feel my muscles locking. Panting in an effort to just let it come, I purposely relaxed every limb, letting my knees fall open and spreading the backs of my arms across my sheets.