then he’s standing in front of me shirtless. It’s not anything I haven’t seen before—the man runs down Main Street without a shirt on during the hottest days of summer—but I can’t look away.
“I love the way you’re looking at me.” He steps forward, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress and we stare at one another as he lowers the zipper down my body. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Colton,” I say, shutting my eyes as his hands move the straps off and down my arms.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
I shake my head. My dress pools at my waist, needing one final push before it puddles to the floor around my ankles. I open my eyes and Colton’s gaze is locked on my chest, his tongue sliding along his bottom lip, taking in my bare breasts.
I couldn’t find a bra that wouldn’t show under the dress, so I stand in front of him wearing only sheer black panties. Picking me up by the hips, he props me up on the table.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” His knuckles graze down my chest, over my peaked nipples.
He bends, his mouth casting small open-mouth kisses down the center of my breasts. His tongue slides over my right nipple before he sucks it. I grip the back of his head to hold him there, and he twirls the pebbled nub with his tongue then blows his hot breath over it.
“Should we take this upstairs?” he whispers, his mouth moving back up to mine.
“Yes.” He sweeps me up with one arm, and I lock my legs around his waist. “You’re going to find this crazy, but a small part of me expected us to be fumbling and for you to not be so suave and manly.”
He rears his head back, midway up the stairs. “Are you saying you didn’t think I had skills?”
I put my finger on his lips. “I don’t want to hear the stories of how you got all these seduction skills.”
He chuckles and presses his lips lightly to my mine. “Okay, I won’t tell you.”
“Wait… do I want to know?”
He walks us into his bedroom with the navy blue walls that I helped paint. After lowering me onto the taupe comforter we argued about at the store for ten minutes, he ventures to the side table of the matching furniture that we each agreed on the minute we saw it at the store.
He pulls out a condom and tosses it on top of the dresser before his fingers move to his belt. Here we go. I’m going to see his penis. I mean cock.
“Open your eyes, Juno,” he says.
I giggle and peek through one eye. His zipper coming down is as loud as if it were a fire alarm. His belt buckle landing on the hardwood floor has my other eye opening. He wears a pair of black boxer briefs and his dick is bulging out of them.
But as he puts his fingers to the waistband to pull them down, I hold up my hand to stop him. “Wait!”
The longer I look at him, the more my nerves turn into something electrifying. I get up on my knees, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he watches me cat-crawl toward him.
“I take it you’re not freaked out anymore?” he asks as I sit back on my heels in front of him.
“Quite the opposite.” I palm his length over his boxers.
His hand slides to the back of my head, then he dips down and captures my lips in a kiss that’s definitely more than friends.
And finally, my head flips from thinking of Colton as just my best friend from childhood to accepting the sexy, mouth-watering guy he is.
Twenty-One
Colton
Juno palming my dick is something I can definitely get used to. The vision of her cat-crawling to me wearing only a pair of black panties now has a permanent spot on the highlight reel. Her hand slides into my boxers and she grabs my dick. I groan, thrusting into her hand.
She dips her tongue into my mouth and my other hand holds her head, so she doesn’t stop what she’s doing. Her grip on me tightens, and she pumps her fist up and down my dick.
God, the noises she makes. One thing I took from our night two years ago was how loud she gets. But there’s no Kingston in the bedroom next door tonight, and each moan that slips from her lips is a sign that she’s in this moment with