Page 26 of Along Comes Trouble

TESSA

H is hands in my hair,on my body. His lips on mine. I want more. I want him. I want everything he has to give me. I want to feel him moving inside me, our breath mingling, our bodies writhing in unison. Something is building inside me, something that starts and ends with him, and I need him to help me understand what it is .

I clutch at his back, pulling him closer. His tongue swirls around mine, his teeth grazing my bottom lip. His hands at my waist, so warm. So welcome .

I want this .

More of this .

All of this .

I want an entire future of feeling this way to stretch out in front of me .

I pull back, my thoughts overwhelming me. “Maybe this is a bad idea,” I say before I press my lips back to his, too caught up in the moment to even worry about finishing my thought .

“It’s just sex, Tessa.” His lips brush mine as he speaks, his words freezing me in place, dousing the fire he lit in my belly just moments before .

I step out of his arms, shaking my head. “That’s the thing. I don’t want just sex .” I fish for my keys before I have time to think better of what I’m saying. “Thank you for breakfast .”

“Tess…” Colton puts his hand on my arm and I shrug away from his touch as I slide the key into the lock and open the door .

“I’m sorry.” The words tumble past my lips. “I just can’t.” I close the door between us, more to keep from throwing myself back into his arms than any desire for him to leave .

Where in the world did that come from? Not just the kiss itself, but my extreme reaction to his words? Why do I care if this is just sex? Two weeks ago, I couldn’t stand the guy. Now I’m offended because he doesn’t want me enough ?

I lean my forehead on the door and press a hand against it, remembering the look in his eyes when I found him standing on the porch this morning. He was genuinely worried about me. Ready to knock down my door to make sure I was safe .

Damn it .

I should go to him. Yank open the door and race down the walk. Pull open his car door and drag him into my apartment. I don’t care if it’s just sex. I don’t. Because there’s something between us I can’t ignore. Something I have to understand. Something I can’t turn my back on .

I grip the door knob just as someone knocks. The knob spins in my hand and Colton steps inside, closing the door behind him. “It’s not just sex,” he says, sweeping me into his arms. “I don’t know what it is, but it’s not just sex .”

He kisses me as if we’ve been lovers for years, like he knows everything I want better than I do. He doesn’t ask permission, he takes what he wants, and in so doing gives me everything I need. His lips insist I part for him and when I do, he sweeps his tongue along mine, his hands cradling my head. He steps into me, presses my back against the wall, then uses his knee to part my thighs .

His actions demand my reaction. His dominance requires my acquiescence. I soften against him, opening myself to him. His thigh grinds against my pelvic bone and I roll my hips, moving on instinct fueled by pleasure .

I don’t have to fight this anymore. He’s taking and I’m giving and this is how it should have been from the beginning .

My spine grates against the wall until he pulls me away and draws my shirt over my head. He appraises my bare breasts, his lips parted, and when he brings his gaze to my face, I see my need reflected in his eyes. I tug at his shirt and he shifts just enough for me to pull it over his head and toss it next to mine. He pauses, his eyes as wild as his hair, his gaze roving my body while I drink him in. He’s everything I’m not, hard and muscled and strong and unyielding. He undoes the button of his jeans while I step out of my shorts and in the space of a few harried moments, we’re naked .

“My God,” I say, barely aware I’m speaking. He’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before, the hard ridges of his abs and chest, the powerful arms and thighs, his dick straining toward me amidst the dark shadow of his pubic hair .

“My thoughts exactly.” Colton sweeps me into his arms, his mouth clashing with mine, his erection pressing against my belly. We kiss frantically, fervently, weeks of pent up emotion unleashed here, in this moment. He reaches between us, grips his cock, and swirls the tip against my clit. I moan at the velvety contact. He finds my entrance and pauses. For a moment, I think he’s going to enter me without protection and I want him so much, need him to fill me so desperately, that I wouldn’t think twice if he did .

He pushes, sliding into me just a fraction of an inch, and then pulls back. “Shit,” he says. “A condom.” But he doesn’t move. He pulses his hips again, his slick tip pressing against my entrance and just when I’m about to tell him I don’t care, that I want him, that I need him to fuck me senseless against the wall, he steps back and retrieves a condom from his wallet .

I watch hungrily as he slides it on and then, seconds later, lose the ability to think altogether. Colton wraps my thigh around his waist and slides himself so deep inside me I cry out, my eyes going wide as the pressure continues to increase. “Oh…” I say as my eyes roll closed. “Don’t …”

Colton freezes. “Don’t ?”

“I just…I just need a second. If you move, I don’t know what might happen .”

He smiles, nibbling kisses down my jawline and then pushes ever so slightly into me. “Like that ?”

I gasp. “I can’t …”

“You can’t what, Blue Eyes?” He slides back and then pushes forward .

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