Page 75 of The Perfect Distraction

She had no choice but to follow him onto her porch, where he waited for her to unlock the door.

“You can just set them down,” she said once they were inside.

“Is that what you want? Do you want me to go?”

“No.” Their eyes caught and held, and they exchanged a thousand words in that one look.

“What are we doing, Beth?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I think you know the answer to that.”

“I want the same thing.”

“I don’t want to do this if tomorrow you’re going to tell me to get lost. This isn’t casual for me, and I’m not that desperate.”

“I know that.”

He took a few steps forward until he stood directly in front of her. Ever so slowly, he reached out and cupped her cheek, and her eyelids fluttered. She realized then how much she’d come to crave his touch and his nearness. She couldn’t recall wanting anything or anyone as much in a long time, if ever. The thought was disconcerting and invigorating at the same time, and she tamped down her fears in anticipation of what was about to happen.

“I think we have more to talk about, don’t you?” he said, his voice calm and steady despite the storm raging around them.

“Now?” she complained.

That got a laugh out of him, and he tilted her chin up. “After.”

Her body shivered, which she blamed partly on her damp bathing suit. Not wanting to waste another minute, she took his hand and led him further inside. When they reached the staircase, she turned and said, “What about Joey?”

“I’ve got my phone with me.”

She nodded and started climbing the stairs, aware of his heat at her back. Her heart was thumping so hard she felt lightheaded, and she grabbed onto the rail for extra support. She refused to faint before they got to third base.

Colton was silent as she led him into her room, but it was a good silence that only heightened her anticipation. He glanced around and then set his phone on the dresser before coming to stand in front of her.

Untying her cover-up, she slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She tucked her fingers into the shoulder straps of her swimsuit, but he gently pushed her hands away and said, “Let me.”

Her breath caught the instant his hands touched her skin, and he looked down at her and smiled. Then he very deliberately slid down the straps to reveal her naked breasts. She followed his eyes downward to see her hard nipples jutting out like they were begging for his touch. Licking his lips, he continued disrobing her, soaking up every inch of her skin as he unveiled it.

When he knelt to help her step out of her swimsuit, she gripped his shoulders tightly, feeling his muscles contract beneath his T-shirt. She should have been nervous, being the first one to get naked, but he gazed at her with such longing and appreciation she forgot to be.

Still kneeling, he slid his hands up her outer thighs to her waist and said, “I want to taste you.”

His request sent a shot of adrenaline straight to her core, and she willingly spread her legs further apart to give him access. Then she watched as he buried his head between her legs and swiped his warm soft tongue across her center.

Third base, here I come—literally! Clutching his shoulders for support, she tipped her head back and gave in to the sensations that racked her body. He took his sweet time exploring her with his mouth, adjusting his movements based on her sighs and moans.

Given his expert tongue, she’d reach third base in no time, but just as she’d thought it, he pulled back and stood.

“Mind if I take off my clothes?” he asked with a broad smile.

“I’d mind if you didn’t!”

He swiftly removed his shirt and dropped it to the floor. Keeping her eyes peeled on him, she backed up toward the bed and perched on the edge of it. Then he deftly untied the drawstring at his waist and whipped off his trunks before stalking toward her.

She’d seen him naked once before, but this time, everything felt different, more weighted somehow. Once he stood before her, she wrapped her hands around his erection and stroked the smooth skin. But that was just her warmup move. There was so much more she wanted to do to him and with him. When she lowered her head and drew him deep into her mouth, he groaned and carefully yet eagerly thrust his hips forward. She skimmed her tongue along his hard shaft and swirled it around his tip while he cupped her head in his hands to keep her locked in place. She continued to ravish him with her mouth until she could tell he was getting close, and then suddenly, he pulled back.

“Are we stopping at third or going home?” he asked, his breath ragged.