“A lot has happened tonight. Your graduation party was ended abruptly because of the phone call Lawson got, and you—”
“I want to go inside with you.”
He scrapes his hands down his face, refocusing on his front door. “Maybe we could—”
“If you don’t want me inside—”
His groan is feral, the sound of a trapped beast demanding to be released.
“Inside is what I’ve wanted for the last two months.”
My throat works on a swallow.
“Okay.” I open my door and step out, waiting at the front of his truck for him to climb out.
He locks up the truck, stepping around me on the sidewalk. He doesn’t touch me, doesn’t brush my hip or press his hand to my back. I ache for his touch, ache for reassurance that he wasn’t making empty promises just moments before.
With a trembling hand, he unlocks his front door, stepping away so I can enter first. Instead of sweeping me into his arms, he turns off the alarm system, flipping on lights as he walks deeper into his home.
“Colton?”
“Would you like something to drink?”
I watch him, his nerves on full display as he starts to pace.
“Are you nervous?” I aim for serious, but the question is laced with humor.
I don’t think I’ve ever been moments away from stripping naked and the man I was getting naked for was turning shy.
“I wouldn’t call it nerves.”
I clasp his trembling hand.
“We can watch a movie—”
He huffs, his fingers tangling with mine. “I want to watch you come.”
And those words light me up from the inside.
“Yeah?”
His teeth dig into his bottom lip. “I want your legs shaking. I want my name on your lips. I want to be inside of you so deep, you feel me in your soul.”
How can I tell him he’s already there?
“And you want that right here in the entryway?”
“My bed. I need you in my bed.”
I squeal with delight when he scoops me up in his arms.
His lips are on mine, his tongue seeking, searching, licking my consent right out of my mouth.
Our hands are a blur, my dress hitting the soft carpet with a whisper the second we step inside his bedroom. The hiss of his zipper echoes around us, churning the atmosphere around us until we’re both frenzied.
“Let me.” He reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, the lace and satin tickling my skin as it falls away. “I’m one lucky man.”
My cheeks heat, the anticipation of finally being with him, like this, is better than anything my mind could’ve conjured.
“You’re beautiful when you blush.” His fingers sweep over my face, trailing down my neck before tracing the curve of my collarbone.
“You’re still dressed,” I pout, my fingers inching toward his open fly.
He steps away, a mischievous look in his eyes. “And you’re not completely naked.”
His eyes flare when I dip my thumbs into the side of my panties and work them down my thighs. I know the second he sees the evidence of my desire. His eyelids lower, the pink tip of his tongue licking at the curve of his bottom lip. His reactions to me are the best aphrodisiac, making me want him more than I’ve ever wanted someone in my life.
“Now I am,” I tease, standing there trying to look like a goddess when in fact I have no idea what to do with my hands.
When I lift them to my breasts, teasing the points of my nipples, I know I made the right choice. “Are you hard for me?”
In answer, he fists his cock, his hand sliding behind the open zipper of his jeans to grip it over the dark fabric of his briefs.
“So fucking hard. I need you in my mouth.”
“This?” I cup the bottom swell of my right breast and hold it up as if I’m offering it to him.
He’s not disappointed, his eyes zooming in on my hand.
“All of it.” His eyes sweep my body. “Get on my bed, Sophia. I want your scent all over it.”
I back away slowly, not willing to take my eyes off of him for a second. When his comforter brushes my thighs, I place my hands behind me and inch my way to the center of his bed.
“No,” I tell him when he moves to climb on. “No clothes in this bed.”
His grin is magnetic, and mine falls away when his shirt drops to the floor. I’m salivating when he shoves his jeans down. By the time his boxer briefs disappear,