Addicted to You(70)

His hand ran down my side, tracing the lines of my body, and then slowly back up. Everything seemed to be slower this time. Not that we’d rushed the first time, but maybe we’d feared the moment would be lost if we gave it a chance to be. But this time, we seemed to savor it more. With each brush of his hand or touch of his lips, I relished in it. We might have a million more kisses in our lifetime but we’d never have this one again. Or that one. Or the next one. So why not make them all special?

“I love you,” I whispered.

I felt his lips curve up against mine. “I’ll never get tired of hearing that.”

“Good, because I plan to say it a lot.”

“Promise?” His mouth lowered down my neck and made its way to my chest. He grinned up at me as his lips brushed along the edge of my bra.

I nodded. “Because I love you.”

He planted a kiss on my collarbone. “I love you most.”

“You skipped more.”

“It wasn’t enough.”

I grinned down at him, then reached around and unhooked my bra. When he looked at me, I said, “Thought you might need a little encouragement.”

He twisted his mouth like he was fighting back a smile. “Hmm, how about in life you take the reins. Pull me out of my comfort zone. Make things a little crazy. But in the bedroom, I get to call the shots.”

I shrugged. “Okay. Fine. I’ll give you that. You can have the bedroom, but the kitchen table is all mine.”

This time he laughed. “Deal.” He sat up on his knees and untied my borrowed sweatpants and slowly pulled them down, but then paused and reached for my panties as well, then pulled them both down together.

I stared at him, a little surprised, but fully appreciating the fact that he really was going to make the first moves. It was definitely a side of Colby I’d enjoy getting to know.

He grinned—no, wait, that was most definitely a smirk. And, It. Was. Hot. I sat up and reached for his pants, needing to get them down faster than he’d done with mine.

“I guess we’ll work on this in baby steps?”

I laughed and pushed at his shorts. He lay down next to me and pulled them off himself, then I slipped my leg over him and pressed my body to his. “Fifty/fifty split?”

He ran his hands up my sides then back down, settling them on my hips. “I’m really not in a position to argue.”

“Good point. I think I’m in a position to win.”

“Hang on now.” He flipped over, leaving me on the bed and him above me. “This is no kitchen table.”

“You’re right. I’m all yours.” I grinned up at him and his gaze lowered down my body, then slowly came back up.

He kissed my lips, then my neck. His mouth dipped lower into the hollow of my collarbone while his hand skimmed down my body. The leg that he’d positioned over me nudged at mine, spreading them as he slipped his fingers between my thighs.

I let out a sigh as his lips moved lightly over my breast, his tongue flicking softly against my nipple. And, yeah, this was a side of Colby I definitely loved.

My hand went to his head, my fingers threading into his hair. I fought the urge to pull him forward as my chest arched against his mouth.

He teased with his tongue while his fingers glided over my slick skin.

I moaned and squirmed and tried my hardest not to flip him over and straddle him. Then his finger slid into me, and my knees buckled together before slowly releasing and allowing him to move deeper into me.

“Colby…” My whole body was on fire. The buildup hadn’t just happened in the last few minutes. We were working with weeks—no, years of anticipation. I moaned and wriggled my hips, trying to find the spot that would send me spiraling. Sure I should wait for him, but how could I when he was making me so crazy?

Then his hand was gone. His lips on mine. His tongue probed at my mouth, hungrier than before. I pulled him to me and tilted my head, trying to taste more of him, knowing I’d never get enough.

He shifted, his full weight coming down on me for a second before he’d adjusted himself on to his elbows. He pressed one into the mattress, then reached between us.

I widened my hips and tilted them forward, eager to feel him inside of me.

And then he was. Slowly at first. The aching between my legs subsided and became a deliciously painful kind of pleasure. It was impossible to describe; nothing on earth compared to that moment when he first slid into me. Neither of us moved for a second, as if we could extend the sensation for just a moment longer, but then he pulled back slightly and my body arched. He tilted forward and I pressed my hips back up. Our pace was unhurried, but perfectly matched.

We kissed and touched and practically worshipped each other’s bodies while time seemed to slow, but it wasn’t too long before the knot started to form low in my belly. My toes started to press into the mattress. My hips found their own rhythm and there was no stopping it. My breathing felt erratic and I simultaneously never wanted this moment to end and needed to find release or I’d surely burn up.