Judge Me Not - Maggie Cole Page 0,32

in what feels like forever.

I don't hear Colton come up behind me. His arms slide around my waist, and I close my eyes, inhaling his scent.

"Abby asleep?" he murmurs and licks behind my ear.

"Mm-hmm," I reply, my body already humming against his.

"Where's Cee Cee and Maribel?"

"Watching some marathon for the rest of the night."

His lips trail down my neck. He moves my shirt aside and kisses my collarbone. "So, we're finally alone?"

My stomach flutters, and I spin. I put my hands on his chest.

His cocky expression appears. "Did you decide if you're staying in my room?"

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

His face falls. "It's okay. There's no—"

"No. I didn't mean... I...well..." I bite my lip and look at his chest.

He takes his finger and tilts my chin. "Tell me what you're trying to say."

I try to gather my thoughts.

He strokes my cheek. "You're stressed."

"I haven't been with anyone since my ex-husband."

His eyebrows arch. "If you want me to stop at any time, tell me to stop, and I will."

"No. I don't want you to stop."

His lips twitch. "Then why are we out here?"

I shrug.

He reaches down and grabs my ass cheeks and picks me up.

"What are you doing?" I nervously laugh.

He kisses me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Between kisses, he says, "Getting us out of this room. I don't think it would be appropriate for me to do all the things I've been dying to do to you out here when we have company."

Is this really going to happen?

What is he going to do to me?

He deepens his kiss, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, sliding my hand into his hair. We get in the bedroom, he shuts the door, and turns me so my back is against it.

His lips travel to my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Oh God," I whimper, my sex pushing against his growing erection. "You feel so good."

He grunts. "I'm going to make you feel really good."

"Yeah?" I breathe.

He sucks on my pulse.

"Oh God." I moan.

Did it feel this electric before?

He pulls my top over my head and groans.

I forgot about my bra, which pretty much covers my nipples, and that's it. The material is thin and delicate.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He mumbles and slides his tongue between the lace and my skin, over my nipple.

Heat consumes every inch of my flesh. "Holy shit... I...oh..." I grind my body against his erection. "Pants...off...oh..."

Did I just say that out loud?

He softly chuckles, spins me, and sets me on the bed. His long fingers curl under my waistband, and he removes my pants in one swift motion.

He stands at the end of the bed, chest heaving, eyes flaring with blue heat. "You're going shopping more often."

I bite my smile.

He slithers up my legs, kissing my inner leg from my ankle, then lingering on my thigh.

Sweat pops out on my skin. I slide my hands in his hair and widen my legs.

He slides a finger under my panties, stroking my slit.

I moan. It's loud, uncontrollable, and desperate for him to give me more.

He arches an arrogant eyebrow and puts his mouth over my barely there panties. His hot breath penetrates, and he gently bites me.

I lurch up, and he splays his hand on my stomach, then starts eating me through my panties.

"Holy...oh...ohhhhhh!"

His hand reaches for my bra, yanking it off with a quick motion, then plays with my nipple with his thumb before pinching it.

Zings race through my body, buzzing, vibrating, bringing me back to life.

His mouth tugs on the delicate lace, ripping it. Then his tongue ferociously flicks, sending me higher and higher until I'm gripping his hair and screaming.

Tremors take hold. He grabs my hips and pulls my lower body closer to his mouth, sucking and gnawing on me until I see stars.

I'm breathing harder than I ever have. He glances up, wipes his face on his arm, then removes his shirt and drops his pants.

I gape at his erection and abs and pecs and thighs, not knowing what part of his body I love the most.

He fists his cock. "Like what you see?"

"Yes," comes out in my raspy voice.

You'd have to be a blind nun not to appreciate his ripped body.

He smirks.

I crawl back on my elbows until I hit the headboard, and he shimmies up my body, nibbling, licking, and sucking on the way.

The flicking of his tongue against mine is potent heroin for an addict. I want more and can't get enough. I