Chapter 6
POPPY
Iwoke up with my cheek pressed to Colter’s chest, one of his arms slung possessively over my waist. With him wrapped around me this way, it felt like he’d claimed me in his sleep and had no intention of letting go.
His heartbeat was steady under my ear, and I remained still so I could enjoy the moment. Another first for me, thanks to Colter.
This one was almost as satisfying as losing my virginity to him last night. The orgasms had given me physical satisfaction beyond my wildest imagination, and waking up in his arms was emotionally gratifying.
I shifted just enough to tip my head back and look at him. He was already awake, his light-brown eyes fixed on me. They seemed lazier and more satisfied than sleepy. “Morning.”
“Hi,” I whispered back.
Even though he touched every inch of my body last night, I suddenly felt shy. But the slide of his hand up my bare back in a lazy caress soothed me.
“You sleep okay?” he asked, his thumb brushing the skin just under my shoulder blade.
“Best sleep of my life,” I admitted, my cheeks heating more. “You?”
“Best view I’ve ever woken up to.” His gaze dropped deliberately to where the sheet had slipped down, exposing the curve of my breast.
I laughed, soft and a little breathless. “Such a smooth talker.”
“Not a line, baby. Just the truth.”
He rolled us so I was on my back, bracing himself over me with one forearm pressed against the mattress. His short blond hair was mussed, and my fingers itched to run through it again.
“Shower.” He brushed his lips against mine. “I’ll make coffee.”
He’d cleaned between my legs last night, but I definitely needed to bathe. I nodded, already mourning the loss of his weight when he started to pull away.
Almost as though he knew what was going through my mind, he paused and drawled, “Unless…”
“Unless?” I echoed, my pulse starting to race.
“Want company in the shower?”
It would be yet another first for me, but that didn’t stop me from teasing, “We would use less water, and I’m all about saving the environment. And I could use some help reaching my back. So I could probably be talked into the idea.”
He didn’t give me any warning before he scooped me up like I weighed nothing and carried me into the en suite bathroom. The sheet dropped from between us when he set me on my feet beside the walk-in shower.
I tried to be as blasé as he was about being naked. The only reason I didn’t worry much about being bared to his gaze as he reached in and turned on the water was that I was too busy taking in every inch of his sculpted body.
He’d been gorgeous in bed last night, but there was so much more to appreciate in the morning light as the steam began to fill the room.
My mouth went dry all over again as I studied the tattoos I hadn’t been able to see when he was dressed.
I wasn’t sure which I liked more, the Ace of Hearts over his heart or the tire tread running from his happy trail up along his left ribs.
The former was so fitting with his road name, but I enjoyed the position of the latter.
He caught me staring and smirked. “Like what you see?”
“Very much,” I breathed.
“Feel free to touch as much as you want.”
He stepped under the spray first, then held out a hand. I took it and let him pull me in until warm water cascaded over us both.
At first, I thought we were actually going to get clean.
He soaped my back, doing a thorough job.
Feeling emboldened by his touch, I returned the favor, tracing the lines of his tattoos with sudsy fingers as I circled around to his chest. While I was memorizing every ridge and valley, his mouth found my neck.
I balanced my hands on his shoulders, and the soap was forgotten.
He lifted me against the tile wall, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Water pounded down on us, drowning out everything except the sound of my gasps and his low groans.
His thick length pressed against my core, which was getting wetter by the minute. And not because of the shower.
The tip of his dick nudged my opening, and I let out a little whimper.
Colter stilled. “Are you sore?”
“A little,” I admitted.
“Let me make you feel better.”
He set me on my feet before slowly dropping to his knees, his hands gripping my hips as he tugged me closer to his mouth. Then he guided my stance wider so he could lick my pussy. His tongue dipped between in deliberate strokes that made my toes curl and my nails dig into his shoulders.
“Colter—” His name broke on a whimper.
“That’s it,” he rasped against my drenched flesh. “Let me hear you fall apart for me, baby.”
He tugged on my clit with his teeth, and stars burst behind my eyelids. “Yes! Oh yes!”
I tilted my head back, the water pouring down on my face while Colter held me still, eating me through my release. While I was still trembling, he straightened and rested his forehead against mine. “Better?”
“Much.”
His lips curved into a smug grin. “Good.”
He was still hard between us, so I asked, “What about you?”
Gripping my wrist he wrapped my hand around his thick shaft, his other hand surrounding mine. Then he showed me how to stroke up and down at just the right pace. “Like that, baby. Feels so damn good.”
He guided me into picking up the pace, our arms moving in unison while I jacked him off. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to stare at more, how our hands moved on his dick or his gorgeous face as he got closer to his climax.
The deep groan he let out before come spurted from the tip had me wishing we had time for him to give me another orgasm. But the water had already turned lukewarm, so I didn’t ask for more when Colter started to wash me again after rinsing himself off.
I hummed when he massaged shampoo and then conditioner into my scalp, feeling boneless when he finally shut off the water and wrapped me in a towel.
I stood dripping on the bath mat, watching him dry off with quick, efficient movements. “You’d better be careful. A girl could easily get used to being treated like this. You’re spoiling me.”
“Good.” He tossed his towel aside, cupped my face, and kissed me softly. “Get used to it.”
Butterflies swirled in my belly as I followed him into the closet, where he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt for me. I couldn’t help but wonder if we’d take his motorcycle instead since I wasn’t wearing my dress from last night.
I pulled them on and twisted my damp hair into a low bun while Colter got dressed. Then I followed him downstairs, where he made me a much-needed mug of coffee, which he poured into a travel mug.
Opening the cabinet above the machine, he pulled out an unopened bottle of vanilla syrup. “How much of this do you like in it?”
“That’s my favorite flavor.” When he didn’t look surprised, I asked, “How did you know?”
His mouth kicked up at one corner. “I told you I have my ways.”
“That you did,” I murmured, taking the bottle from him to pour the vanilla into my coffee before adding a splash of oat milk, not even surprised when he pulled the container out of the fridge.
“All set?” He leaned a hip against the counter, watching me sip my coffee. “I’ll take you home so you can change, then drop you at work.”
I peered at him over the rim of the tumbler. “But then how will I get home tonight?”
He took a drink of his own coffee, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll pick you up.”
I blinked. “You’d drive all the way back just to take me home?”
He set his mug down, stepped into my space, and tipped my chin up with one long finger. Then he winked but didn’t answer my question.
I was still wondering about that wink an hour later as he pulled up to the curb in front of the building where I worked. Before I could say goodbye, his hand was in my hair, tugging me across the console. His mouth crashed down on mine in a hungry kiss.
When he finally let me go, I was dazed and breathing hard.
He got out, and my lips tingled as I pressed my fingers against them. “Wow.”
Spotting him circling the front of the SUV—and still a little disappointed in myself for wanting my coffee too much to suggest we take his motorcycle instead—I grinned. He opened my door, and I slid out on shaky legs.
He caught my waist, pulled me close one more time, and pressed a softer kiss to my forehead. “Text me when you’re done for the day.”
“I don’t have your number,” I reminded him.
He released me but didn’t step back. “I’ll send you a message so you have it.”
“Thanks.”
I was all too aware of his gaze on me as I walked into the building. My heart practically skipped a beat when I glanced back, and he grinned.
It would be a very long day, counting down the hours until he picked me up again.