Addicted to You(4)

I blinked rapidly then leaned back. “Sorry. Spaced out.”

“Yeah, this game’s getting lame. You know me too well.”

And that was a bad thing?

“Let’s play something else.”

“Like?” I asked.

“Strip poker?” he teased, because we both knew he’d never actually play that.

I laughed. “You wanna see me naked, Colby?” And holy shit, if his gaze didn’t drift. And I don’t mean away to check his phone, or to the fridge for another drink, no—it went down. As in, roaming over my body.

His head popped back up and his cheeks pinked just the tiniest bit. And it wasn’t a beer flush either, because I was pretty confident that color hadn’t been there thirty seconds ago.

He laughed it off as he stood and walked to the fridge. “Who wouldn’t?”

“You,” I muttered.

With his head down as he stared into the fridge, he mumbled something. I didn’t quite hear, but could have sworn he said, “That’s what you think.”

Had he said that? Or was my brain inserting the words I wanted to hear? Was it possible we were really having a semipassive-aggressive argument about my nakedness? It was probably all the drinking, but no way would I let this opportunity slip by. “All you need to do is ask.”

He turned, beer in hand, and leaned against the fridge. “Maybe I’m waiting for you to offer.”

“I’m right here.”

“So you are.”

What did that mean? While I went for cool confidence, my insides were in straight-up full-blown panic mode. Did I go to him? Would he come to me? Should I toss my hair? Lick my lips? How was I supposed to know? Operation Seduce Colby was more like a hatchling plan. I never thought it would actually work.

And then he was moving. Toward me. Or the table. Or, hell, maybe the bathroom since it was in the hall behind me. I remained motionless. Then changed my mind because I probably looked like a petrified idiot, so I tossed my hair and licked my lips, which didn’t really help me look any less idiotic. But then Colby’s eyes darkened.

Oh god, he must be wasted if he thought that was sexy. Could I kiss a drunk Colby and not be riddled with guilt in the morning?

I almost laughed out loud. Like there were any conditions in which I wouldn’t kiss him. And guilt? Yeah, right—I’d waited for almost ten years to get this chance. I’d earned it. Guilt-free.

As he neared, I became more convinced he was actually going to pass me by, mumbling something about needing to take a leak, and not because he didn’t look like he wanted to kiss me, but because I knew I couldn’t be so lucky.

But then he stopped, a few feet short of fulfilling my wildest dreams. Not close enough for a kiss, yet not far enough away, because behind the whirlwind of questions, doubt, and disbelief lingered that overwhelming desire to tug him to me.

And then everything just…happened. Maybe I moved or he leaned in, but somehow the gap between us vanished. He pressed both hands onto the table, while I perched on the edge of my seat, and our mouths came together in one hell of a lust-filled kiss.

But was this really happening? It wasn’t like I hadn’t fantasized about this a million times before. It was quite possible I’d slipped into another wonderful daydream, except this time it felt real. Which was even better than I had imagined.

My arms slipped around his neck as his tongue worked past my lips in a move so perfect, you’d think we’d done this a million times before. There was no thinking, or planning what should come next; it just flowed from us like our mouths belonged together. And as far as I was concerned, they did.

Then I was in motion. Lifted from the chair, so he could occupy it, before being settled back down in his lap. Except I wasn’t draped sweetly across it. No, I was straddling him, and I was pretty sure he’d been the one who situated my body like that. Of course, I might have had a little part in that decision, but the best part was how right it felt. Natural, as our bodies molded together.

His arms slipped around my waist, our mouths moved together, and his hand slid under my shirt then slowly grazed up my spine. Warmth trickled through my body in anticipation as his fingers toyed with the clasp of my bra. But then his hand glided back down and rested on the small of my back. Though the slight hesitation and change of course disappointed me, Colby was still kissing me. And really, what more could I want?

His trademark baseball cap, which had always been part of my fantasy, was just getting in the way. So I flicked it off his head, and threaded my fingers through his overgrown hair. He groaned into the kiss, causing heat to flare between my thighs and encouraging me to drag my nails along the back of his neck. And to my surprise, it earned me a nip on my bottom lip. An incredibly hot little bite that drove me even wilder. At least, when later questioned about my actions, that would be my defense for insanity.