Page 43 of Everything I Promise

Oh, my god. I think I’m going to combust right here in his truck. How quickly can we shop and eat? His promises have me dying to get home.

Dinner was so good. Colton took me to his favorite pub in the city. We had good food and good beer. Then we knocked out his shopping in record time to get home. The entire ride home was Colton teasing me, and me teasing him right back.

Unfortunately, I told Oliver we could FaceTime before he went to bed, so I went to the bedroom to call him.

“Mommy, I’m having so much fun! We’re going to sleep in our blanket fort tonight with the Christmas tree on! Isn’t that so fun?”

“It sounds like so much fun, baby! I’m glad you’re having a good time.”

After about another five minutes of him telling me all the things they had done, and how silly Duke is, the yawns begin taking over so I sent him off to bed.

Now it’s time to find Colton.

What I find could only be described as the world’s worst wrapping. “What in the world are you doing to that present?”

“I’m trying to wrap, but this paper isn’t cooperating. It keeps folding and rolling and ripping, and there’s tape everywhere. It keeps sticking when I don’t want it to!” Colton looks like he is seriously struggling, and he is definitely not succeeding.

“Look out, let a pro take over here.” I wiggle my way between Colton and the table where he is wrapping. I take the scissors and the tape from him and set them on the table as I start to undo his mess.

I feel two large hands come around my waist, and I feel his breath on my neck.

“You know,” he places a kiss to my neck, “you’re pretty sexy when you take charge.” Another kiss. “It’s also pretty great to watch your ass as you bend over the table in these leggings.” Another kiss and a hand to grab my ass cheek. “You know what else?” I lean back into his kiss this time. “I’d really like to explore your body with these rough hands of mine.” His hands come up underneath the front of my sweater and slip into my bra.

I moan as if he commands it. “I think I might really like that too.”

I reach back to find him ready for me. I slip my hand into the front of his pants and wrap my fingers around him, stroking up and down.

“Is that how we’re playing this game tonight, sweetheart?” He moves one hand into my leggings and keeps one hand to play with my nipple.

“So ready for me, sweetheart,” he whispers into my ear, and that alone is almost my undoing.

I stroke him a little faster and he picks up the pace with his own fingers sliding in and out, pushing me closer to the edge.

“Colton, more,” I plead.

He doesn’t respond. He simply pulls my leggings and lace panties down in one swift motion and suddenly I’m on top of the table. I can feel the coolness of the wrapping paper below my back, and then my world explodes as he slides his fingers back inside, and licks me up and down, blowing a gentle breath on the path he’s created with his tongue just seconds before.

“Sweetheart, you are everything I’ve ever dreamed of.” With the sweet words to me the orgasm builds. He presses his palm against my clit as his fingers stay inside gently keeping pressure as I orgasm on the kitchen table. His mouth takes my moans, and as I come down he picks me up gently and carries me to the bed. Now it’s his turn. Before he can lay me down, I am on my knees at the end of his bed.

“Lace, you don’t have . . .”

I cut his words off by taking him in my mouth. His hands, fisting in my hair. After a few moments I’m suddenly thrown on the bed and feel his delicious weight on mine.

His arms on either side of my head, showering my body with kisses. “You are so perfect, Lace.” His voice is low, gravelly, as he enters me, filling me so fully, I moan into his neck.

“Colton, please,” I beg.

He does as I ask and goes harder and faster. The feeling is divine. Sex has never been so good as it is with him.

I push on his chest, so he lays on his back and I straddle his lap. After a few more strokes the two of us come together, tangling our bodies tightly.

I collapse onto his chest, both of us gasping for air.

He brushes the hair from my face and lightly presses a kiss to my forehead. I’m happy to just lay there with him, and as I drift off to sleep, I hear it. A soft whisper I’m not meant to hear. “I love you, Lacey Harper.”

I stir and he stiffens. Letting me know he thought I was asleep when he made that confession.

I push myself up so I’m staring into his eyes. “I love you too, Colton West.”

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