Chapter 14
Colton didn’t waste a single moment.
He tilted my head back, lowering his mouth to mine in a
deep, demanding kiss that brokered no room for denial. Not that I wanted to.
That was the furthest thing from my mind as his tongue tangled with mine.
Backing me up, he kept going until we reached the bottom of
the stairs; only then did he lift his mouth from mine. Blue eyes met mine, and
my throat dried at the intensity of the passion in them. I turned and made it
up three steps before his arm came around me from behind, curling around my
waist. A second later, his front pressed against my back and I could feel him
long and hard against my rear.
“I’m so damn impatient,” he said, placing a kiss against my
neck. “That bedroom seems awful far right now.”
My laugh was breathy. “It’s not that far.”
“Fuck it ain’t.” The arm around my waist tightened, sealing
our bodies together as he blazed a hot path of tiny kisses down my throat.
Carefully tipping my head back and to the side, I let out a
soft moan as his hand drifted up my stomach and cupped my breast through the
dress. With unerring expertise, his fingers found the aching tip of my breast.
Then I felt his hand between my legs, and the thin, delicate material was no
barrier to his seeking hand on my heat.
Without even thinking, my legs spread, giving him more
access, and he took it, pushing the dress in as he cupped me. He pressed his
palm in against the bundle of nerves. My hips jerked, and the sound he made in
response sent a wave of little bumps over my skin. There was no control. I
gripped his wrist with one hand and my other flew out, blindly seeking for the
railing. I held on to both as I moved against his hand, grinding, seeking,
right there, in the stairway. Pleasure built and swelled, pounding through me.
“Damn,” he groaned, dropping his hand from my breast. “We
aren’t going to make it to the bed if we keep this up.”
“You started this,” I reminded him.
“True.”
Pressing one last kiss to my neck, he backed off. My knees
were a little wobbly as I started back up the stairs. I was already dazed and
breathless and we hadn’t even reached the bedroom.
The hallway upstairs was lit from the nightstand lamp I’d
left on in the bedroom, and when I turned to glance back at Colton, I found
myself suddenly pressed against the wall just outside my bedroom, his long and
lean body against mine.
“I’m really fucking impatient,” he admitted.
I looped my arms around his neck, giving in to the crazy
sensations building in me. “Me too.”
Colton kissed me and then pulled back. My arms fell to my
sides as I dragged in air. Grabbing the collar of his shirt, he quickly pulled
it up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor.
I’d seen him shirtless before, but memory didn’t serve any
justice. From his well-defined pecs to the way his stomach coiled tightly, he
was an artwork of tone and lean muscles I wanted to touch and taste.
I reached for him, my fingers finding the button on his
jeans, easily flicking them open. I caught the zipper next, and as the material
folded to the sides, my fingers brushed over the long, thick length straining
against his boxers.
“Fuck.” His hands clasped the sides of my face again and the
kiss was so much fiercer. Our teeth knocked together. My lips felt bruised, but
I reveled in the raw passion.
Pressing me back against the wall, his hips pushed into mine
in a slow, tantalizing roll that caused me to cry out. His hands slipped down
my throat, over my arms. Pulling me away from the wall, he led me into the
bedroom. Only then did he let go of my hands.
“You sure about this?” he asked.
I moved so I stood in front of my bed. “I’m sure. Are you?”
“Never been more sure about anything in my life.” Toeing off
his shoes, he whipped off the socks in record time. “I want you.”
My stomach constricted. “I want you.”
Reaching around, he pulled out his wallet. A silver foil
packet appeared between his fingers. I arched a brow as he tossed it on the bed
behind me. “What?” His grin turned sheepish, almost boyish. “I always like to
be prepared.”
“I guess it’s a good thing that you are because I don’t have
any.”
Something about what I said had an effect on him. He
groaned. “Then we need to make this one count, huh?”
I watched as he walked toward me, his jeans inching down his
hips. God, he was beautiful in a purely male way. I almost couldn’t believe
that he was real, standing before me. That we were about to do this.
“I want to see you.” He slipped his fingers under the cap
sleeve of my dress, drawing it down my shoulder.
As ready as I was, it occurred to me in that moment that I
was going to have to get completely buck-ass naked to do this. I knew he wasn’t
going to want to do this with clothes on. Oh no, he was a skin man. All the
confidence pranced right out of the room on two twig legs. Twig legs with perky
breasts, which were two things I didn’t have.
I stepped back, drawing in a deep breath as I looked up at
him. I hated the sudden insecurity, absolutely loathed it. It was my skin, my
body, and it was a part of me, but in this moment, it felt like an itchy,
uncomfortable sweater.
Colton stepped closer, his hand lingering on my shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
Biting down on my lip, I nodded as I glanced at our bare
feet. Next to his, mine actually appeared somewhat small. Still not feminine.
Not these cave feet. Okay. My feet didn’t look like cave feet. I was being too
hard on myself.
“Then what’s going on? You’ve left this room. Probably even
this house.” He paused. “Is this about Nic—”
“No.” My gaze flew to his, and that wasn’t entirely a lie. I
couldn’t help compare myself to her, because hell, I was human, but it was more
than that. “I…It’s been so long since I’ve done this, Colton.”
His fingers skirted down my arm. “I know.”
Did he really know? “Four years.”
He threaded his fingers through mine. “I figured that.”
Closing my eyes, I exhaled softly. “You want to see me, but
I’m not sure you really want to. I don’t look like—”
“I know what you look like,” he said, his voice low as his
gaze met and held mine. “I have two eyes and I’ve been checking you out often.
Enough that it would probably make you uncomfortable if you knew. I fucking
adore what I see.” He drew my hand to his groin, folding my palm over the rigid
length. “I want what I see.”
My breath caught on a soft inhale as I held him lightly in
my grip. I thought I could feel him pulse. My gaze dropped to where his much
larger hand folded over mine. Colton was right. He had two, completely
functioning eyes. Wasn’t like the clothing I wore hid what was really there,
and the heat burning my palm told me that he did want this, just as badly as I
did.
I could do this.
Slipping my hand away from him, I reached down, catching the
skirt of my dress. I couldn’t hesitate at this point. Now or never. Before I
could change my mind, I pulled the dress up over my head and then I let it drop
to the floor.
I lifted my gaze as I held my breath.
His eyes were glued to mine and a slight, soft smile tugged
at one corner of his lips. Then his gaze dropped, gliding slowly over me, and I
knew those brilliant blue eyes didn’t miss a thing. Not the dainty, blue lace
edging along the straps of my bra or the cups. Not the way my waist curved in
and then flared out. The undies weren’t sexy. They were just cotton boy shorts,
and they didn’t even match the bra, but as his gaze traveled down to my painted
toes, I had a feeling he really didn’t care about that.
“You know what, Abby?” His voice was gruff, like he’d just
woken up. “You’re unbelievably sexy. Every last fucking inch of you.” He
brushed the back of his hand over my shoulder. “This is.” That hand then
dropped to graze the swell of my breasts. “So are these, and so is this.” He
trailed a finger down my belly and around my navel. “And I want to lick these
hips.” His hand smoothed over one and then around, cupping my rear. “Actually,
I want to taste every part of you.”
My heart pounded. “I’m…I’m totally down for that.”
He chuckled as he stepped closer. With one hand on my
shoulder, he guided me down until I was sitting on the bed. Keeping my
attention fastened on him, I scooted back and refused to allow myself to get
caught up in my head again.
Not that I could when he was taking off his jeans. The way
the muscles of his stomach bunched and flexed was fascinating to me. It also
made me think of what he’d said he wanted to do to me, about tasting me all
over. I actually wanted to do it to him.
He left the tight, black boxer briefs on as he walked around
the bed, placing one knee on it as he came down beside me. There was little
space between us. Neither of us spoke as our breaths danced over each other’s
lips.
Slowly, tentatively, Colton touched my cheek with the tips
of his fingers. He seemed to map out the curve of my cheek and then my jaw,
before skating those rough fingers over my parted lips. The light touch was
powerfully seductive, and my response was consuming. The fire surged back to
life, keeping me from getting stuck in my head.
His fingers trailed down my throat and then over each cup.
My toes curled as I felt my nipples harden. He reached around, deftly unhooking
my bra. The straps slipped off my arms, dropping to the bed. “These…” His voice
was still hoarse. “These are perfect.”
The way he touched me then made me believe that he truly
meant that. He cradled the heavy globe as if it were the most treasured thing.
He dragged his thumb over the rosy peak, smiling at the immediate response. He
did the same to my other breast.
There wasn’t a time when I knew of Colton that I hadn’t
fantasized about him. Only when I was married had I filed those thoughts away,
but it had been so long that I dreamed of this, that I wanted this.
My mind finally joined where my heart and body already were,