I glance around the room, confused, until I see the mirror. In it, my pale body, shining nearly silver in the moonlight, Colton a dark form behind me.
“Stay there,” he orders me, stepping back.
My own self-consciousness forgotten, I watch as he peels the blue plaid shirt off, shrugging to free his shoulders, revealing his thick chest. His skin gleams, darker than mine, but still nearly glowing in the light. His hands move to his belt, and I feel it brush against my back as he unbuckles. In one motion, he slides his jeans down, leaving him completely bare.
I have no idea if he was wearing underwear, and I don’t care. Because I can feel the heat of him pressed against my lower back.
“Look,” he whispers again, as he slides his hands around my ribs to my stomach. “Look how fucking stunning you are.”
I’m mesmerized, watching and feeling him touch me. The way his hands cup my breasts, lifting and shaping, then run along my stomach, caressing the parts all the women’s magazines tell me should be smaller, flatter.
“Look at us together, Evie. Aren’t we fucking perfect?”
I finally see it. My strong shoulders, still dwarfed by his. The width of his biceps as they wrap around me. The silky skin of my stomach against the dark hairs of his forearm. I look womanly. Soft but still strong. Capable of handling the man holding me.
I can handle his size, his strength, his passion. I have no doubt.
Words have escaped me, so I can only nod as he lowers his mouth to my neck and bites.
“Even in the million times I imagined you, I never got close to how perfect you are. Can you see it Evie, how we fit? How you’ll be able to take me? I don’t have to worry about breaking you.” I moan at ‘breaking you’, so completely on board for him to try. “So you have any other doubts about how much I want you? Last chance Evie, speak now.”
His unconscious, barely there hip thrusts against my back are driving me wild. All I can think about is that thick ass of his, and how much power all of that muscle must give him. Do I have anything else to say? Um, yeah.
“Fuck me.”
35
COLTON
“Fuck me.”
Her words send a fucking jolt of electricity through me. I am so fucking on board with giving her exactly what she wants, but she’s going to have to wait.
Chuckling, diving my head back to the crook of her neck, I take another bite. I fucking love watching the way her body shakes as I teeth press into her muscle. She’s so lush, so soft. A complete contrast to me, and I can’t get enough.
“Oh, I will. Trust me. But I’ve been planning tonight for weeks, and I’m going to take my fucking time.”
My hands have a mind of their own, roaming greedily over her soft skin, cupping her breasts. She’s more than my handful and I can’t wait to get my mouth on them. “How the hell have we waited this long?”
She moans again, rubbing her thighs together restlessly. “I don’t know. I wore out my vibrators. Why are you still talking? Do something!”
She’s needy, pushing her lush ass into me, making my cock jump. Teenage me really wants to throw her on the bed and drive into her. Grown-ass man me wants to tease her slowly, make her come over and over. Fuck if I know which one is going to win. But right now, I want to see her fall apart in the mirror.
I swear, the last few weeks have been the best and the worst foreplay. Stolen kisses, sneaking around, never getting more than a taste, have me feral. Add in her stupid worry I might not like her body, and I’m barely in control. But I can’t think of a better way to show her how fucking sexy she is than this.
Banding my arm around her waist, I lift her and step closer to the mirror. I love the way she feels in my arms. I wish the fucking lights were on so I could see more of her, but I don’t want to risk her getting in her own head again. We’ll save the lights for next time. And the time after that.
I rub her tight nipples as I study her reflection. There’s got to be a word better than perfect to describe her, but my brain is nearly offline, and perfect is the only word running through it. The long wavy hair brushing my arms. The soft give of her tummy against my hands. The dark polish on her pale toes. All of it is perfect.
My gaze arrows to the dark curls hiding what I want. Releasing her breasts, I tighten one arm around her ribs as the other hand drifts down over her stomach to cup her. She bucks and I dig my teeth back into her shoulder, holding her still. Ever since that night in my truck, I’ve been desperate to feel her again. To have her soak my hand.
She feels even better than I remember, and her reactions push me closer and closer to the edge. Her hums, her panting, her groans, the way she hangs in my arm, trusting me to hold her as she shudders.
I watch it all, savor it all, and when she’s hanging limp, I break.
I had such plans. To tease her, to kiss every inch of her body, to make her scream my name over and over. But my brain is completely offline and I’m operating on pure animal instinct here.
Spinning her, I take her mouth as I band my arm under her hips. She squeals, laughing as she wraps her legs around my waist. I’m not laughing. Every muscle seizes up as I feel my cock head pressing against her opening. Is she a fucking witch? A sex goddess? I don’t give a fuck how she did it, but she has me exactly where I want to be.
