slides into my wetness. I moan softly as if I’m a cat being pampered. Without releasing my hands, he grinds into me, circling his hips in a painfully slow motion. One thing that’s consistent is Colton’s always looking at me to see what I’m enjoying. I’ve noticed he can read my body, which has to be a perk of him knowing me so well.
“Will I ever not want to be woken up like this?” I arch my back, tugging at my hands, wanting to touch him.
“I hope not.” He bends down and kisses me, his tongue more confident than the first time we kissed last night. As though he’s already used to kissing me in less than twenty-four hours. Just when I think he’s going to release my hands, he closes the kiss, placing one last one on the tip of my nose.
“I need my hands,” I say.
He laughs and shakes his head. “You don’t.”
He thrusts harder and my back arches off the bed. He takes the opportunity to close his mouth over my nipple and suck on my breast. I can’t argue with that.
His mouth pops off and he increases his tempo in and out of me. I wiggle my wrists, but he doesn’t remove his restraint and there’s something about not being able to touch him, about being held down, that I’m enjoying way too much. His lips fall over my bare skin, teasing, nibbling, and sucking as he grinds in and out of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, the only control I have, and tighten my thighs around his middle. It makes the friction that much better.
A ripple of an orgasm stirs in my belly, and I chase the high swirling around me. “Harder,” I say, panting, content to struggle with my wrists locked on the bed.
For a moment, I’m lost in his love-filled eyes. As scared as I am about this going south, there’s no one else I’d rather be with. His eyes catch mine, and whatever he sees causes him to release my wrists. His hands land on my face and he kisses me as though it’s our first time, never breaking pace.
Somewhere between his tongue sliding into the depths of my mouth and my hands being able to explore his body, he carries me to the edge of the cliff. In the last twelve hours, I’ve seen stars, he’s made me come so hard and so fast. I’ve been dizzy with lust, needy to have another one. But this time, a sense of peace falls over my body. And as he stills inside me, I hold his body to mine, taking the weight of the love and safety only he can give me.
Propping up on his elbows, he stares at me. “Now that is a good morning.”
He kisses my lips, withdraws out of me, and heads to the bathroom. The messy side of not using a condom kind of sucks, but the gentleman he is, he returns with a washcloth for me.
I clean up then get up from the bed and head into the bathroom. “If we don’t want to have our own little one, I’d better get home to take my pill.”
He follows and turns on the water to the shower. “How about I make some dresser space for you here?”
I stare at him through my reflection in the mirror. “Isn’t that moving fast?”
“I see it more like moving slow.”
He comes up behind me and kisses my neck. That sense of belonging fills my chest again and radiates outward. I’m not sure about taking over dresser space though.
I circle around in his arms. “Let’s talk about it after at least a week.” I giggle and kiss his cheek. “I’m starving. While you shower, I’m going to make us something.”
He walks into his glass-doored shower. “Did you forget you don’t cook? Plus, I need groceries. Want to go grocery shopping?”
“I’m not really sure I want to be in public after last night? I’m the other woman.” I put some toothpaste on my finger and run it over my teeth and tongue, then spit in the sink and cup my hand for some water.
“I think Brigette was always the other woman according to Lake Starlight residents.”
“Speaking of, did you check online?”
“Buzz Wheel?” he asks as I watch soap travel down the contours of his body. There’re no traces of the boy I grew up with—he’s all man now. “No. I don’t care what it has to say.”
“I wonder if it went up