Page 11 of Dreaming of Us

“Colton! I need?—”

“I know what you need, baby. I feel it too.”

Then he was dropping to his knees. My skirt was already bunched high on my thighs, but that wasn’t high enough. Colton shoved my dress up to my waist before pausing. As I panted, staring down at the top of his head in confusion, Colton knelt there on his garage floor and stared. Before I could ask him what was wrong, or close my legs, he leaned forward and inhaled deeply.

His groan had another wave of want crash through my already overloaded system. I squeezed my eyes closed and began to chant in my head. I felt one of his large fingers slide down the center of my miniscule lace panties.

“You never have to beg, sweetheart,” he said making me realize that my repeated words had escaped my mouth. Then he pulled my panties to the side, exposing me to his hungry gaze, right before his mouth covered me.

I thought I had been feeling bliss as he sucked on my breasts, but that was nothing compared to how it felt to feel his tongue on my clit. I didn’t think there was a single part of my pussy that he didn’t lick, nibble, or suck. As my legs began to shake in a way that I didn’t know they were capable, my mind was screaming. I didn’t know if it was all too much, or not nearly enough. By thetime a shockwave ran through me, igniting every nerve ending from my scalp to my toes, the screams that were once in my head were ringing out into the garage.

Before I could catch my breath, I was scooped up into his strong arms. The door leading from the garage into the house was thrown open so hard it bounced off the wall, and I was being carried quickly through the kitchen and down a long hallway.

Chapter Ten

COLTON

Iwas fucking shaking.

I have been in high-stress situations in the past ten years. My entire team had been counting on me to make the plays that would win championships. Later, I faced down criminals who would have loved nothing more than to gut me where I stood to avoid going to jail. But never, not once, had my body trembled in fear or anticipation.

Until her.

Braylin had knocked the breath out of me the first moment I laid eyes on her in that coffee shop. She looked like something out of a fairy tale, a beautiful princess who was as precious and priceless as a work of art. One look, and I was knocked on my ass.

Anyone would believe I was experienced in women, but since I had only had one girlfriend when I was hardly more than a boy, I had no clue how to introduce myself to a woman I was genuinely interested in. So I did what any desperate man would do—I stepped in front of her so she would bump into me and have to say hello.

And now here I was, striding down the hallway to my bedroom. I had in my arms the woman I had fallen so deeply and seamlessly in love with over the course of just a few days of speaking on the phone and one dinner. I was about to give all of myself to this woman in a way that I never had before.

I spent years with the same girl I had been childhood friends with, but in all that time, we had hardly more than kissed. It wasn’t that I hadn’t wanted to fool around; I had been a teenage boy. Of course, I wanted to get off with a girl. But Katy had convinced me that we should wait. I was never quite sure what exactly we were waiting for, but I had been taught that women were to be respected, and if they weren’t interested in sex, then I would accept that. When all of Katy’s lies had come to light, I hadn’t been as hurt as I expected to feel. Instead, I was pissed that I had been deceived and used for so many years. It also didn’t take long for me to realize that the only love I held for her was that of friendship.

Now though? Now, I was grateful that life had thrown that little curveball at me because I held everything I could have dreamed of in my arms.

I strode into my bedroom, kicked the door shut behind me, and then carried Braylin over to the big king-sized bed. I laid her down on the dark blue comforter that my mom had bought for me when she’d insisted on helping me decorate the house. I stared down at my beautiful girl and took a deep breath to calm my racing heart. Then I took another before I realized that there was no calming the raging inferno inside of me.

I leaned over her and ran my trembling fingers over her rosy cheeks, still flushed from the pleasure I had given her in the garage. I should have waited instead of tasting her like a rabid beast on the hood of my car, but I would do my best to make up for it now that she was lying on my bed. Our bed—because I was never going to let her go.

“Sweetheart, are you ready? We can wait if you need to.”

Braylin blinked her big blue eyes at me in confusion before they quickly softened. She raised one hand to trace over my bottom lip as a small smile played across her lips. “Colton, I want this right now. If you don’t fuck me until I scream, I’m going to hurt you.”

My surprised chuckle was deep and low as I nipped the tip of her finger. As far as consent went, that was pretty clear. “I’ll buy you a new one,” I growled.

“Wha—”

The sound of tearing fabric was loud in the quiet bedroom as I fisted the front of her dress and pulled until it ripped down the center from her chest to her belly. I hadn’t been able to get a good look at her in the dim lighting of the garage, so seeing her lying in front of me now had me needing to grab my dick through my pants and squeeze until the pain kept me from erupting.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” I breathed as I took her in.

“Colton,” she whimpered as she writhed in front of me.

“Shh, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” I promised as I pulled the torn dress from her arms carefully and tugged the rest of it out from under her and down her legs.

“I should be angry at you for ruining my dress, but,” she let out a little whimper, “that was really hot.”

“Let’s see if I can make you even hotter.”

It only took me a few seconds to unsnap the front clasp of her bra and pull it off of her and even less time to discard her wet panties. My hands went to her soft skin without me having to even think about what I should do next. The need to feel her was almost unbearable.

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