“Colton,” I rasp as his hand cupping my breast slides down and unhooks the button of my jeans then pulls down the zipper. Feeling his touch against my pelvis, my body starts to shake with need and my head digs farther back into the bed. Hearing his groan of approval when his thick finger finds my clit, I moan again.
As he releases my breast with a pop, I feel his forehead drop to my chest. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet.” His finger slides deeper, and my hips lift to help him out.
I know I won’t last like this. I’m way too turned on, and I want him too much. Tipping my head down to look at him, I whimper when his fingers leave me so he can sit back on his knees to pull down my jeans and panties in one quick move.
“Christ, you really are perfect everywhere,” he groans, running his fingers through my wet folds and causing my hips to jerk in response. “So fucking perfect and so fucking tight.” He slides one finger into me, and then another, lifting them up and rubbing them against a spot deep inside me that I didn’t even know existed until now.
Moving over me, he nudges my legs apart with his shoulders, and then his mouth is on me as he flicks my clit with his tongue twice before sucking hard. I don’t even have a chance to prepare myself for the orgasm that explodes throughout every single inch of me, ripping me apart into a billion tiny pieces before putting me back together once more. When I come back to myself, his fingers are still moving inside me but gently now, and his mouth is at my inner thigh, where he kisses it once before looking up at me.
Meeting my gaze, he places one more soft kiss on my inner thigh before he leans back, unhooks his jeans, and slides them off his hips. My mouth goes dry as I take all of him in. He’s beautiful, like a sculpture created centuries ago, with tight muscles under smooth golden skin. Licking my lips, my eyes go to his cock and my breath hitches in anticipation. He’s thick and long, and beautiful there too. He reaches over to his bedside table and opens the drawer, grabbing a condom. I watch him rip it open with his teeth then slide it on.
“You ready?” he asks, positioning himself between my legs and wrapping his hand around his cock.
Running my hands up to the smooth, warm skin of his chest, I hold onto his shoulders and pull in a breath. “Yes.” I nod, feeling the head of his cock slide over my clit then bump against where I need him most.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he instructs, so I do. I lift my legs and wrap them around the back of his thighs. My body vibrates with anticipation as he starts to slide in. He’s so thick that there is a bite of beautiful pain with every single inch he gives me. “You’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect for me,” he groans, burying himself completely, filling me up in more ways than one. Tears burn the back of my eyes, but I hold them at bay, not wanting to ruin this moment by being ridiculous and crying.
Once he’s seated inside me, he wraps his hand around my jaw, lowers his face, and brushes his lips against mine. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I whisper, lifting my legs a little higher and bringing him that much closer to me.
“Good,” he whispers back, rubbing his thumb across my bottom lip. “Give me your mouth, baby.”
Lifting my head, I give him what he wants then kiss him back as he pulls out and slides in slowly, so slow it’s almost torture. Having him, all of him, his weight, his thickness, his mouth, his taste, his scent seeping into my skin and lungs, I know I’m done for. I’m ruined. There will never be anyone else for me but him, and when we both find release at the same time, that connection I’ve been feeling since the moment we met, increases tenfold.
Feeling all of that, I know I was wrong earlier today. I’m not just falling for him. I’m falling fast, and there is not one thing I can do about it. Really, I’m not sure I’d want to stop myself, even if I could.
CHAPTER 9
She’s The One
Colton
WITH THE SCENT OF Gia’s hair under my nose, the feel of her naked body pressed tightly against mine, and her soft breath whispering across my skin for the first time, I don’t regret what happened to me. I’m actually thankful it did. I now realize that in losing everything I thought I ever wanted, I was given something better, something real. Something I know I will cherish and protect for the rest of my life. Now I just need to find a way to make her feel the same way I do.
I know she cares about me, but I want more. I want her heart, and I want to go to bed with her every night and wake up with her every morning, which means she needs to start her life here in town. Really start her life here by finding a job working with kids. It’s something I know she loves doing, something I could tell she missed doing when I saw her interact with Olivia.
On that thought, I kiss the top of her head then reach behind me to grab my phone and check the time. It’s already after 6:30 in the morning, which means as badly as I want to take her again, I don’t have time. Plus, I didn’t let her sleep much last night. After the first time, I took her slow to prove to myself that I could do that for her, give that to her. We went to the kitchen and ate the dinner, her sitting on the counter wearing one of my shirts and me in my boxers. After we finished eating, I didn’t give her a chance to go to her room. I carried her back upstairs, where I fucked her bent over the railing of the loft before taking her into my bed. She fell asleep in my arms after that, only to have me wake her up twice more during the night.
Dropping my cell phone back down, I wrap my arm around her and hold my lips to the top of her head. I need to soak in this moment and hope it will be enough to get me through the day. Before she was even mine, I wanted to claim her, to let people know, in any way possible, that she belongs to me. So now that she is mine, I know it’s going to be close to impossible to follow her ridiculous rules.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Her sleepy voice greets my ears, and I pull my head back to look down at her, finding her eyes still closed. “I can hear you thinking, and I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted. So could you please just say whatever it is you need to say so I can go back to sleep?” she asks, and I smile.
I was wrong about her being shy when I first met her. She’s not shy, not even a little bit. At least, not with me. I love that she can go toe-to-toe with me and get in my face when something is pissing her off. I like that I don’t have to play guessing games to try to figure out what’s bothering her. It’s refreshing, although her keeping that bullshit with Lisa from me still makes me see red, even if I can appreciate that she was trying to protect me.
“How are you not tired?” she asks, tipping her head back and blinking her eyes open to look at me.
“I might not have slept long, but I slept solid with you in my arms,” I tell her truthfully, and her face softens. Running the pad of my thumb along her cheek, I sigh. “I gotta get up. I need to meet Tide at the gym soon.”
“Oh,” she says, sounding disappointed.
“You wanna come?”
“Do you mean go with you to work out?” she asks, sounding horrified, and I fight back a smile.
“Yeah, baby. I mean go and work out with me.”
“No thanks. I’m not big on the whole gym experience.”
“Why’s that?”
“When I was fifteen, my stepmom made my dad force me to go to spinning classes four days a week at her gym. She would go along with me and chat with her friends about how at fifteen I was already a size eight. Everyone in the class started to get in on her jokes about my weight and endurance, which meant I left upset after every class. Once I didn’t have to go back, I vowed to never go to a gym again.”
“First, it’s doubtful that anyone would ever say something to you at my gym. But if some motherfucker ever made you feel uncomfortable, I would lay them the fuck out.” I give her a squeeze then ask, “What did your dad say when you told him about what your stepmom was doing to you?”
“Nothing, I never told him,” she admits quietly, and my jaw clenches as I picture her as a teenager, losing her mother and dealing with that bullshit afterward.
“Why the fuck not?”
“I didn’t want to upset him,” she explains.