of to change her mind. And maybe...maybe it won’t be enough. “Lys?”
She draws in a breath before whispering, “Okay.”
Relief rushes through me, leaving me to feel almost giddy. Before I can think better of it, I give in to the impulse rushing through me and lock my fingers around her wrists before flipping her over onto the mattress. A squeak of surprise escapes from her as I drag her arms above her head and pin them to the headboard.
I’m all about taking this slow, but I also want to feed the need she has. And I know exactly what Alyssa craves because it lives deep inside me as well.
“Colton...” A fine tremble works its way through her voice as she shifts restlessly beneath me.
“Yeah, baby?” My lips ghost over hers, never giving in to the baser urges clawing beneath the surface of my flesh. More than anything, I want to rip her panties away and bury myself deep inside her tight heat.
But I refuse to do that. The next time we have sex, there won’t be any question as to who she belongs to.
“You said we could take this slow,” she whispers.
I press my mouth to hers. “And so we will.”
With that, I release her wrists and pull away just enough to stare down at her. She’s so fucking beautiful with her wheat-colored hair spread out across the snowy white pillowcase. Her blue eyes are wide and watchful as a deep flush stains her cheeks. A thin scrap of material is all that bars me from her. My cock stiffens as a punch of arousal hits me full force. The urge to plunder her sweetness roars through me. It takes every ounce of restraint to beat back the need I have for her.
Even though I’m no longer holding her captive, her arms remain above her head as she shifts beneath my gaze. Her breasts are high and tight with little pink nipples that beg to be played with. When the temptation becomes too much to withstand, I lean over and capture one perfect bud. A whimper slips free from her as I suck it greedily into my mouth. After a few moments of torture, I allow the hard tip to pop free before drawing its twin between my lips.
Her fingers thread their way through my hair as if to hold me in place. I’ve missed her gentle touch something fierce. It only makes my dick harder. Any moment, I’m going to explode in my boxers, which hasn’t happened since...well, never. It’s yet another indicator as to how this girl affects me. The truth of the matter is that she always has. Only now am I coming to terms with it.
Alyssa shifts impatiently, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that if I stripped her bare and mounted her, she wouldn’t stop me. No, she’d probably beg for it.
But then I’d be breaking my promise to take this at a gradual pace, and I refuse to do that.
If I’ve learned anything over the past couple of weeks, it’s that Alyssa will go into avoidance mode in the blink of an eye. She attempted to pull a disappearing act after both times we were together. So, I’m not about to give her a reason to turn tail and run from me for a third time. I need to remember that slow and steady wins the race—especially when it comes to this girl.
It’s with a shit-ton of regret that I allow her nipple to pop free from my mouth. Both breasts are rosy from all the attention. Unable to help myself, I pluck the tiny buds between my fingers, continuing to toy with them. Her eyelids feather close as she arches her back as if silently offering them up to me.
“I love your breasts.” I pluck at the stiff little nipples, pulling and tweaking them in tandem. It’s pleasure infused pain at its finest. What I love most is that this turns her on just as much as it does me. With one last playful tug, I release them.
If I don’t shift gears now, it’ll be too late, and I’ll end up spreading her thighs and doing exactly what I know we shouldn’t. “How about I run out and grab us some coffee?”
Alyssa blinks a few times as if that’s the last thing she expected me to say. “Coffee?” Her lips wrap around the word as if it’s foreign. “Now?”