“Oh yeah.” He moved suddenly, rolled her onto her back, and settled his cock between her legs. “It really is.”
Maren wrapped her arms around his neck. “Good.”
He leaned down to kiss her. This kiss was different from last night’s kisses. Still passionate, yes, but less desperate. Colin’s hand slid down her side, over her hip, teasing her skin and making goose bumps rise.
“Tell me what you want,” he said against her mouth.
“You. Just you.”
“You’ve got me.” He kissed her throat, her collarbone, and then went straight for the spot below her ear he’d found last night that made her gasp. “What else?”
Maren’s brain was starting to fog. “I don’t—what do you mean?”
Colin pulled back just enough to look at her. His eyes were dark and intense. “I mean, do you want slow again? Fast? Do you want me to—” He demonstrated with his hand, sliding down her stomach. “Or do you want me inside you right now?”
Heat flooded her face and other places, too. “I—God, you can’t just?—”
“Can’t just what?” His fingers brushed lower. “Ask you what you want?”
“It’s not fair.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re—” She gasped as his fingers found exactly where she needed them and rubbed tiny circles. “You’re really good at that.”
“At this?” He stroked her clit again, watching her face. “Or at asking questions?”
“Both.” Maren tried to glare at him and failed spectacularly when he added pressure. “You’re a menace.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I don’t want you to stop doing what you’re doing, but I also want you inside me.” The words came out breathy and in a rush. “Rightnow.”
Colin’s grin was pure, devilish satisfaction. “In a moment.”
“In a moment?”
“Yes. But first…” He kissed his way down her body—slowly, deliberately—and Maren let her eyes fall closed.
This. This was what she’d been missing. Not just the physical connection, though God knew that was incredible. But the playfulness. The ease. The feeling that she could breathe.
That she could want something just for herself.
When Colin’s mouth finally reached where she needed it, Maren’s back arched off the bed.
“Still good?” he asked against her.
“So good.” Her fingers found his hair. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t.
Colin took his time with her. And when she finally came against his mouth for the second time, Maren felt something shift inside her.
Felt herself choosing this.
Choosing him.
He shifted back up to her. He lined himself up, and Maren wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer.
