“I was scared,” she croaks out. “So damn scared that I finally found the one person that I can’t live without, and you were going to leave me empty for the rest of my life.”
I fully understand that feeling. I’ve been immersed in that hell, and I never want that for her. It freaking kills my soul that she was that scared. A strangled sound comes from my lips as I lunge for her mouth once more, both hands crushing her body to mine as if I can meld our bodies together.
Out of breath, I pull away and whisper so many “I’m sorry’s” that I lose count between kisses and wiping away more of those blasted tears that rip holes in my soul. We may be breaking apart at the seams right now, but we’re putting back together something so beautiful it makes every second of fear and pain worth it. She is worth it.
I will wrench every sound from her tonight and relish it. I will let it feed the fact that I’m alive and spur me on. I will make her smile again. I reach between us to strum her, and her hips jolt against me as she gasps into my mouth followed by a needy moan.Yes, baby, I need you just as badly.She stops circling her hips and rises to fall onto me, and it’s my turn to gasp. The next rise and fall has me meeting her thrust, working in tandem with her, and the give and take has me panting. She tosses her head back, squeezing me so tightly. I think she’s about ready to let go, but I’m not ready yet. If she comes now, I might not be able to hold back. I growl and pull her off of me. A frustrated cry leavesher lips, and I push her back down onto her back with a palm against her chest. I thumb a needy nipple.
“Not yet, baby. Soon,” I croon as I spread her wide and lick up her center. I suck her clit into my mouth and let it pop out once, and she cries out again. I kiss up her belly, knowing that she is throbbing for me and ready to come.
I suck a nipple into my mouth as I spear her with three fingers, and she groans gutturally like I love. It takes me less than thirty seconds to tip her over the edge this way, and I almost come from the sight of her pussy squeezing and squelching around my fingers as she groans my name, writhing against the sheets.
“That’ll take the edge off, sweetheart.” I fill her with my cock immediately, groaning at the feel of the residual flutters her walls greet me with. She gasps at the full sensation, wrapping her legs around me and digging her heels into my ass. I pound her for a few seconds before growling about how I need to be deeper. I raise her knees to her chest, slamming my cock deep, and she shouts and clamps around me.
“Is that too deep?” I pant against her lips, nervous that I hurt her.
“More,” she whispers breathlessly, rocking her hips to meet me, and the sensation has me shouting out in return as I give her my best.
“Oh, fuck, Colin! Yes!” she encourages me, her face scrunching up exquisitely almost as if in pain, but her body screams pleasure.
I feel the coiling sensation building inside me, and I know I won’t last much longer. Her cries echo every thrust, and all I’m waiting for is the first warning flutter.
I grasp a breast and lean my forehead against hers, soaking in each needy mewl.
“Please, baby,” I whisper in a reverent plea against her lips, feeling my cock swell with that first heavenly squeeze. I steal her gasping cry with my breath and a soul-wrenching kiss as we let go together, consuming each other’s need, clawing at each other’s souls until we know the pieces that were broken tonight are put back in their rightful place.
We lie there, holding each other’s gaze, breathing raggedly, so thankful for this moment. So thankful that there will be more moments when mere hours ago, we feared the worst.
“I love you, Sydney Reed,” I whisper with conviction.
“I love you.”
“Will you marry me?” I ask, searching her eyes in the dimly lit room.
Her ragged breath catches, and I suddenly feel so vulnerable, I think I might puke. Eyes misting over, she reaches up to smooth away a tension line on my forehead. I need her to speak before I die.
“Today,” she smiles, then traces my bottom lip. “I’d marry you today, in a heartbeat, if I could.”
I drop to the side, gathering her against me, and kiss her breathless again. Then, I take pride in rolling her back over again so that I can take my time making love to my fiancè.
Chapter 28
Sydney
The hotel room phone rings sometime the next morning. Colin groans, reaching for it and groggily muttering a “Yeah?” into the receiver as he flops back onto his back. He rubs the sleep from his eyes as whoever on the other line is talking. “Thanks, man. See you in thirty.” He hangs up, rolling toward me and kissing my shoulder to continue waking me from my sleep. I don’t want to move.
“Hmmm?” I questioningly hum.
“Come on, babe. We gotta get up,” he grumbles with all his morning manly gravel. It does things to me. I stretch like a cat against him, and he chuckles, running his hand across my naked belly just like he would Bitsy. “There’s clothes for both of us outside the door thanks to the girls. We gotta be in the lobby in thirty minutes.” He circles a nipple with his ring finger and leans in to kiss my jawline.
“Come on, pretty girl. Quick shower,” he rumbles darkly, “really quick shower.” He sits up and pulls the covers off of me, amused when I pout.
I won’t complain as I watch that ass walk away. I hear the shower flick on and the toilet seat rise for him to pee. I amble into the bright room and sit down to pee as he gets in the shower. He looks out at me with wide eyes, surprised that I’m pissing in front of him. I don’t even care. I’m so not fully awake.
“Stop watching, you perv. I had to pee, and there’s only one bathroom, and the water’s running.”
He chuckles and pulls himself behind the curtain to give me privacy. Yeah, I’m not ready to make that a regular occurrence yet, but I had to pee badly. I step into the shower, and he grins at me while handing me the soap as I grumble.
“My grumpy girl needs a smile. We can waste ten minutes.”
