“Colt,” I moan, “I need you. Please.” I recognize the fact that I’m begging.
“I’ve got you, Holls,” he grunts, my heart skipping a beat at the sound of the nickname. With deft fingers, he discards my pants, and rips my panties tossing them to the side.“No. Inside me. Now.”
He stops the assault with his fingers, which is both heaven and hell. I need more. More Colton. He’s able to turn slightly and grab the open box of condoms on the coffee table. One handed, he pulls one out and rips the package with his teeth. He has to pull his other hand out from under my neck so he can sheath himself, but the moment the protection is secure, Colton slides his arm back underneath me.
“Come here,” he whispers, hitching my leg over his thigh. He presses against my entrance from behind, lining our bodies up as best he can. Then he pushes forward. That delicious tightness and subtle burn sweep through my blood as a sigh slips through my parted lips. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks when he’s completely buried inside me from behind.
“God, yes. That.”
Colton slowly eases out before thrusting forward, filling me completely. As his pelvis starts to move, his hand comes around and rubs my clit. Sparks of need ignite through my blood as he drives me closer to release. His lips are everywhere: my neck, my shoulder, my ear. His cock moves easily within me, guiding me, step-by-step, to the orgasm he’s promising.
“I want to feel you come, Hollis. Come on my cock,” he demands, as if he has complete control of my release. I detonate, blinding white light filling my vision as I cry out his name.
Colton grunts and presses his mouth to my shoulder. He shudders before flexing his hips and stilling, filling the protection with his release. “Christ,” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my neck.
“Mmhmm.” I can’t seem to form words.
He gently eases out of me, my body missing him already, and holds me against his chest. “I have an idea. Why don’t you go take a shower and get ready for the day while I make us some breakfast?”
My heart cries a little with happiness. Mostly because I wasn’t quite sure where this would really go afterward, but breakfast is good, right? I mean, I know we talked about moving forward last night—err, early this morning—but I know a lot can be said in the heat of the moment. Maybe he didn’t really mean to advance so quickly now. A change of heart would be normal, right?
“You’re thinking again,” he whispers, kissing that place between my shoulder and my neck.
“I’m sorry.”
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his right hand moving to cradle my head as he holds me.
“Ummm,” I start, but stop. I know I just need to say it. Rip off the Band-Aid. “I wasn’t sure what’s next. I mean, we had fun, but is that it?”
“Is that it?” he parrots, his body stilling against mine, a touch of panic on his gorgeous face. “Is that what you want? Last night when we talked—”
Swallowing, I realize I already know the answer. I place my finger on his lips, cutting off his words. “No.”
Colton seems to relax instantly. “Good. Tell me what you want.”
Sighing, I turn so I’m facing him. His jaw is covered in a thick stubble, even thicker than it was coming in yesterday. Something tells me this man could really grow a beard if he wanted. I can’t help but run my fingers over his jaw as I lock my eyes on his. “I still want to see where this could go.”
My words are barely out, and he’s smiling that breathtaking grin I’ve come to love. “Yeah? Good, because I’d really like to see where this goes too.” He places a chaste kiss to my lips. “I meant it last night, Hollis, I like you. I’ve wanted you from the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“But now you’ve had me,” I tell him.
He turns me and moves so he’s hovering over me. “And I just want more,” he says softly, before claiming my lips with his own.*****Tina:I miss you.Me:I miss you too. How’s work?Tina: Busy, which is the only reason why I haven’t flown there to see you. I can’t believe you’ve been gone a few weeks already. How’s the weather in Missouri?Me: It snowed last night. We lost power.Tina:Yikes! What did you do?Ummm… things I probably shouldn’t spell out in a text message. I decide to go with the PG version of last evening.Me:Well, I ended up hanging out with Colton.Tina:The former military, single-dad thing is hot. You know that, right?Uhhh, yeah! I’m not dumb or blind.Tina:Seriously, please tell me you’re banging the hot guy next door!Me:Tina! I can’t believe you said that.Tina:Yes, you can. That’s why you love me. My inappropriate dirty talk.