I huffed. “We have before. It’s not a big deal.”
His amusement faded. “That’s my fault for making you think that’s true. And I really regret that.”
My shoulders sagged and I turned to head out of his room, not caring to hear about the regret he had over sleeping with me.
He grabbed my hand and stopped me.
“Hey. It is a big deal. With you it’s a very big deal.”
I struggled to keep up. “And that’s why you don’t want to?”
“I never said that. But the next time we do, we’ll both be sober.”
“Next time?”
“If you want, of course.”
Was he kidding? Of course I wanted to. Right now, before I moved away. A parting gift. Made sense to me. Maybe he just needed encouragement. I was typically the one to make the first moves anyway. Probably needed to this time as well.
I leaned down and kissed him, which he welcomed. A good sign he wasn’t going to completely shut down my plan. His hands went to my hips and he pulled me into his lap. Never breaking our kiss. My body melted into his, and not just because I was more than a little drunk but because every time we kissed it just felt right.
His fingers slid from my hip, making their way under my dress and over my thigh. I gasped as he brushed them along the edge of my panties. And he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His hand continued its slow perusal of my body, gliding over my thighs, rubbing against my panties, and soon I was squirming against his hand.
“Colby…” I moaned.
He shifted, laying me on the bed.
Still unsure if he’d changed his mind on the no-sex thing, I decided to enjoy it for what it was. It wasn’t hard to get lost in the moment either.
But then his finger hooked into the edge of my panties and I helped shimmy them off, possibly giving me my answer. And when his hand glided over my bare skin, I couldn’t help but gasp into the kiss.
“Isla,” he murmured as his finger slid into me. My legs fell open and my hips bucked against his hand. My breathing became heavier.
“I want you so bad.”
He mumbled what sounded like “fuck.” Then trailed kisses down my jawline to my neck, before moving lower to graze his lips over my chest. My hand went to his hair, wanting to pull his mouth back to mine, desperate to taste him, but then he was gone.
His knees hit the ground and he yanked me to the edge of the bed.
“Oh” was all I could manage as I was repositioned. My legs draped over his shoulders and the bottom of my dress now bundled at my waist.
“I love this fucking dress.” He kissed his way up my thighs, and the moment his tongue brushed against my clit, I was pretty sure I was done. Like right then and there I’d have an orgasm because there was nothing more perfect than feeling the warmth of Colby’s mouth on me. Thankfully, I didn’t, but holy shit if that didn’t feel amazing.
My hips tilted up as his tongue worked its way over me. Slowly at first, engulfing my body in flames. I gripped his comforter in one hand and his head in the other. His hair slid between my fingers, and he moaned, this time making it impossible not to lose my mind.
“Colby, I want you. Inside me.”
“I know. Me too. Soon.”
But if it wasn’t right that second, it wasn’t soon enough. How could he not get—
“Oh god.” My hips shot up and he sucked my clit into his mouth. His finger slid into me and I might have accidentally pulled his hair a bit too hard.
He went back to soft brushes of his tongue and I squirmed against him. Sure, a part of me wanted this to go on forever, but a much bigger, louder, and demanding part of me needed him to finish this.
He must’ve gotten the hint because he did just that. His mouth covered me and sent me spiraling into bliss. I rocked against him and he met me move for move, his finger sliding deeper until eventually my whole body warmed. Tingling started in my stomach and then exploded outward. I felt myself contract around Colby’s hand as I lifted off the bed, until the last shudder took my remaining energy and I plopped back down, completely spent.
Colby pulled my dress down and scooped my panties up off the floor. He handed them to me and then said, “Be right back.”
“Wait.” I mustered the energy to push myself up on my elbows “Where are you going?”
“To tell Landon you’ve had too much to drink and you’re sleeping here tonight.”
“I am?”
“You are.”
He was about to step out of the room then glanced down at his pants. He grabbed the sweatshirt off the bed, yanked it over his head, did one last check, then headed into the hall.
I pulled my panties back on and scooted my head onto the pillow, too tired and drunk and satiated to really think. He was right to say I couldn’t drive. But what did that mean about us? Was sex still out of the picture? And crap, I needed to call Grandma. But where was my phone even?