Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,143
if I had become accustomed to this as a child, I wouldn’t consider it so damn special now.
It’s the little things, I guess.
I fold the towel around my body and stand in front of the mirror brushing through my long hair. My eyes grow heavy and despite it being the middle of the day, the emotional roller coaster of the last twenty-four hours has me more than ready to call it a day. I could seriously get in bed right now and not wake until this time next week.
With my hair still damp from my shower, I twist it up into a bun before stepping out of the bathroom and into Colton’s bedroom. I find his eyes already on me, studying the natural curves of my body and I can't help but make my way over to him.
I missed him more than I could ever admit. I’ve never known pain like that before and it just proves how right this is. I was meant to be here with him and no matter what, I feel like all roads would have led right back to him.
Colton is my guy, my man, and my heart. I don’t know how it took me so damn long to realize it. I felt the connection right from the very start but I was confused about what it meant. Not anymore. I’ve never been so certain.
I stand before him, staring down at his hooded eyes as they rake over my body. His hand is propped behind his head, showing off the strong bicep, bulging from his arm. He’s so deliciously perfect.
I haven’t felt his touch in so long. I guess catching some z’s can wait just a little while longer. After all, it wouldn’t be right for me not to prove to him just how much I’ve been missing him.
I reach for the top of my towel and with a quick flick of my fingers, the world’s softest material falls in a heap at my feet. The low, needy growl that rumbles through Colton’s chest is all the satisfaction a woman could ever need and has me stepping out of the towel and climbing into his lap.
I straddle his waist, feeling him already hardening beneath me as his warm hand falls to my hip. His fingers spread, claiming as much skin as possible and sending goosebumps flying across my body.
My nipples instantly begin to harden, already begging for his attention.
Colton reaches up, scanning his soft gaze over my face with awe shining brightly in his eyes. I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me this way. It sends butterflies soaring as my heart explodes with love.
His fingers play in my hair until the bun comes undone and my hair spirals down over my back, landing in soft curls over my shoulders. “Mmmm,” he groans, his lips so damn soft as they curve into a satisfied smile. “That’s better.”
I brush my hair back over my shoulder wondering how that could possibly be better. My hair is heavy as hell and there’s no way that it just dropped from the bun like a shampoo commercial. I can guarantee it would have dropped down more like a sack of shit, but if he liked it, then I'm cool with that.
I rock my hips back and forth, grinding against him and feeling his hard length right where I need it as his heated gaze roams over my body. His hand slides up my side, leaving a wake of shivers spreading over my skin.
I need so much more.
Colton sits up and instantly takes my lips in his, kissing me deeply but not even touching the surface of giving me what I need.
I reach down over his wide back and scrunch his shirt up in my hands before pulling it over his head and finally feeling his bare skin against mine. I never want to fight with him again, but if it means getting this in return, I’ll scream and walk out every day of the week.
His fingertips trail down my skin like the softest silk and I crave their touch, their power, and domination. They skim over my hip and I muffle a gasp at the sweet tickle but it’s gone before I really have a chance to register it.
His fingers drop down between my legs and my eyes instantly roll in my head as he finds exactly what he’s looking for. His fingers rub intoxicating circles over my clit, pulling a groan from deep within my chest.