Chapter Seven
Colton arrived right on time, a boxed pizza in one hand and a shopping bag with a six-pack of beer clenched tightly in the other.
She wasn’t sure what was appropriate to wear, since all they were doing was just hanging out together, so she settled on a pair of skinny jeans and a loose, flowing top.
Nothing too clingy or revealing, just comfortable and relaxing.
The table in the room wasn’t very big, so they climbed up on the bed with the pizza box between them. She wasn’t nearly as nervous as she’d been earlier, but the flashbacks she’d had down at the pool still weighed heavily on her mind.
She considered mentioning them to him—if for no other reason than to get them off her chest—but she brushed off the idea. He’d most likely laugh and think she was being petty for bringing up something that had happened so long ago.
When they were finished with their pizza and had consumed two beers apiece, they decided to go down to the pool area for some fresh air.
Despite the hiccups that had plagued their youth, their time together had gotten off to a good start.
So far, no one had said anything out of line and no one had thrown pizza crusts across the room.
He reached for the door knob the same time as she did and their fingers somehow intertwined. She was afraid to admit it, but something was happening between the two of them and she couldn’t explain what.
She turned to look at Colton, their faces merely inches apart. Then he circled his arms around her waist and brought his lips to hers.
She closed her eyes and leaned into him. Stuff like this wasn’t supposed to be happening. Not between the two of them.
“Blayze,” he managed to say when he pulled away to catch his breath. “I…I’m—”
If he were about to apologize, it really wasn’t necessary. She crashed her lips into his, a slight moan escaping her mouth.
“Blayze,” he tried once more.
Hearing him say her name did all sorts of things to her. Unlike the past, when she cringed at the sound of her name coming out of his mouth, this time felt…different. It was intoxicating.
“You taste so good.”
What was she supposed to say? How was she supposed to respond?
Instead of leaving her hotel room, Colton walked her back to the bed then eased her down. It was impossible to explain how they gotten to that point. A few days ago, she hadn’t dreamed of seeing him again, and now all she wanted to do was rip his clothes off.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him on top of her.
With her legs spread slightly apart, Colton positioned himself against her lower abdomen.
As their bodies connected, one kiss leading to another, there was something magical happening.
She was almost afraid to open her eyes, to come up for air, only to find out that it was somehow just another dream.
Colton slipped his hand underneath her shirt, causing her skin to nervously twitch. It’d been so long since a man had touched her intimately.
Because of her job, she typically wore sports bras and simple cotton panties because they were comfortable to work in. Thank goodness she’d packed something a little sexier. Never in a million years had she expected this to take place.
“May I?” he asked, sliding his fingers along the lacy strap of her bra.
“Mmm,” was the only thing she could mutter. Indeed, it had been far too long!
As he explored one breast then the other, she suddenly became a little self-conscious. Colton didn’t seem to mind, though, that her breasts were smaller than what she considered average. Her nipples hardened through the padded fabric, and she arched her back, hinting for him to continue.
It didn’t take long for the room to get warm, so she slipped her shirt over her head.
Colton slid his off as well then looked down at his jeans questioningly.
She nodded in approval and without hesitation, he unfastened them.
The closest she’d ever come to seeing him naked was at a pool party their senior year.
Lord knows, she didn’t want to revisit that!
The man lying beside her, however, was a far cry from the scrawny teen-age boy she remembered from long ago.
As Colton continued touch her longingly, she trailed her fingers against the band of his boxers. Then she gave them a tug. She realized it was risky, exposing his hardened cock, but life was all about taking chances, right?
“Now, how is this fair?” he teased, a cute smirk appearing on his face.
“What do you mean?” She followed his gaze down to her panties and blushed.
He pushed them down over her hips, and from there, she wasn’t sure where they ended up. The end of the bed? The floor? They were both too anxious to worry about a pair of panties.
She relaxed her head back against the pillow, giving him the authority to take the lead.
Colton crawled on top of her and before she knew it, he was deep inside her.
It was a feeling like nothing she’d experienced before.
Not that she had a long list to compare him to, but he knew exactly the right spot and the right amount of penetration.
In a matter of minutes, she grabbed hold of his shoulders.
“Colton, I’m…,”
“Shhh.” He reached up and placed his fingers against her lips.
Their bodies rocked back and forth, and she could tell that he was close. She closed her eyes again, hoping to remember the moment forever.