I can feel something lightly caressing the skin on the small of my back. I take a deep breath and am hit with a familiar scent. Without opening my eyes, I mumble a good morning. Colton laughs and slightly turns toward me. I still keep my eyes closed; I’m not ready to wake up yet. The arm I am resting against pulls me closer to him.
Colton kisses my forehead. I tilt my head up toward him. Next, he places light kisses on both of my eyelids. I sigh and lean into him. He trails kisses across my cheekbones and down the left side of my neck. He moves the collar of my t-shirt down a little and traces kisses across my collarbone. “Colton,” I whisper.
He chuckles against my skin, and I feel his lips brush against mine. “Yes?”
“Kiss me.” Lightly pressing his lips to mine, he pulls me even closer. I slide my hands up his chest and wrap them around his neck. I gasp against his mouth when I feel his hand move across the small of my back. My shirt has risen during the night. At my gasp, Colton starts to pull back, but I keep a firm grip on him and deepen the kiss. He’s hesitant at first and then follows suit. My heart is beating a mile a minute as Colton rolls, so that he is propped over me.
I slide my hand down his chest and under his shirt and across the warmed hard skin underneath. My fingers lightly trace over the grooves in his tight abdominal muscles. Colton groans and kisses me more urgently. I slowly start moving the edge of his shirt up. He knows what I am doing. He pulls back and helps me take his shirt off. Throwing it in the corner, he leans back down and kisses me again.
I move my hands up his bare chest and stop when I feel his heart beat under my hands. I smile against his lips. I love that I can make his heart race like that. He leaves my lips and moves to my neck again. I tilt my neck giving him better access. I can’t contain the little moan that escapes.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Colton stops kissing me and buries his face in the crook of my neck. “Go away,” he says loud enough for whoever is standing on the other side of the door to hear.
“You have twenty minutes to shower and get dressed, or I’m coming in there!” Jane says. I giggle as Colton groans and pushes himself off of me. I bite my lip and sit up. Running a hand through my hair, I peek over my shoulder at Colton. Wow, we got a little carried away. I quickly get out of bed and grab some clothes. Bringing my clothes into the bathroom, I stop in front of the mirror. My hair is twice its usual size, and my curls are going everywhere; my lips are red and swollen.
I turn toward Colton, who is still sitting on the bed. “How can you see me like this and not laugh? I look ridiculous.”
He shakes his head and gets up. When he walks into the bathroom, he places his hands on my hips and turns me around so I am facing him. “You look beautiful, Ryanne. You always do.”
“Seventeen minutes!” Jane yells again.
“Gah,” Colton mumbles and leaves the bathroom. I laugh and close the door behind him, getting in and out of the shower in five minutes. Throwing on the clean outfit that I brought into the bathroom, I grab my towel, my toothbrush and toothpaste, and walk out of the bathroom.
“Ok, you can shower. I’ll go finish getting ready in Emma and Natalie’s room.”
Chapter Eighteen
Colton
Entering the kitchen, the first thing I see is Jane glaring at me. I know that Jane knows what we were doing, but unlike Ryanne, I’m not a blusher. I don’t flinch under her gaze. Instead, I smile at her. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I look between her and Ross, who is sitting next to her, talking to Bragden. David and Logan are also sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal.
“I know what you were doing,” she tells me.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say while grabbing an apple out of the fruit basket. I’m not really a cereal eater like everyone else. I bite into the apple, but don’t look away from Jane; her glare never leaves me.
“Jane, calm down. Leave the boy alone,” Ross tells her. “Ryanne’s an adult now. She can take care of herself.”
Jane sighs and leans back in her chair. “Castration. Just remember that.” David and Logan about choke on their cereal. I smile around the apple. I can hear the girls laughing upstairs. What are they up to?
Liam slowly walks into the room, shaking his head. “Kyril’s a hit.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry. Ryanne’s handling it.”
Ryanne comes into the kitchen a couple minutes later with a huge grin on her face. “What are you smiling about?” I ask. She walks over to me and jumps up on the counter. Jane narrows her eyes at her from the kitchen table. Ryanne just laughs and leans toward me. “She hates it when I sit on the counter.” She looks back toward Jane. “It makes me taller. Do you see these guys? I need all the help I can get.”