Page 44 of Personal Foul
Chapter Sixteen
Sydney
I barely make it through the door and into the kitchen before I hear a knock. I’d know who it is before even glancing out the peephole. My heart flutters in my chest, seeing him standing on the other side, but it pales in comparison to the sight standing in front of me when I do.
Colson is dressed in all black. The small detail of silver comes from his belt buckle and watch on his wrist. He oozes confidence, from the way he stands with his shoulders pulled back, to his arms resting easily at his sides.
How is it something so simple can be so damn sexy?
“Hi,” I murmur. My eyes drag over his tall frame. When my eyes finally reach his, a subtle grin curves at the edge of his mouth.
“What?”
“You want some of this, baby?” He smirks.
Rolling my eyes, he reaches for me, his arm circling my waist to pull me closer. My hands have a mind of their own, running over the front of his chest, then wandering down, feeling each delicious ridge of his abs through the material.
He traces his nose along my cheek, skimming featherlight kisses against my skin. The subtle touches make my body sing, gripping the front of his shirt.
“What are you doing here already?”
When he stopped by my office earlier, he mentioned coming over after he got a few things done. I hadn’t expected him to get here until later. Although I hadn’t checked the clock since he got here, I’m guessing it’s just before six o’clock. The traffic on the drive home wasn’t as bad as normal.
“Plans changed.”
“Oh, yeah?” I laugh, pulling back to look him in the eyes.
“Yeah, well, this dress sealed the deal. We’re gonna have to figure out some sort of arrangement when we live together. Can you imagine all the trouble I’d get into if your dad knew why I was late to practice every day? The sight of his daughter in these damn dresses andfuck meheels are enough to bring a man to his knees.”
Damn.
His eyes burn into my skin, raking over my body. I suck in a heavy breath, my tongue tracing over my dry lips. He doesn’t let me finish. His lips are on mine, kissing me with fervor. He spins me around, pressing my back against the closed door.
His hands clench my hips, his fingers digging into my skin while the other softly brushes along the side of my face. His lips capture mine, licking the seam of my mouth following the same path mine had taken a moment ago.
“Colson,” I groan. His mouth turns ravenous, kissing and nipping my flesh until he reaches my ear.
“I love how my name sounds on your lips.”
His eyes penetrate mine, a seriousness falling over him that wasn’t there before.
“I want to hear it every day for the rest of my life.”
My heart hammers in my chest, his response taking me by surprise. He is telling me what every woman in my position wants to hear and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
Gripping his face in my hands, I kiss him, hoping he feels every ounce of love I have in me pour into him.
He pulls back from me. “Come on. Let’s go.”
“What? Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.” He smiles.
My mind filters through any hint or suggestion he may have given off earlier when I saw him, eluding to where he’d want to take me. After our conversation, I knew we were moving past the concern of our jobs and letting it interfere with our relationship. We hadn’t quite discussed the topic of how we’d break it to the rest of the world though.
Colson didn’t feel it needed to be a big statement, yet there was a part of me who felt because it wasn’t only my job, but it would affect my father as well, I needed to be careful how we went about it.
He must read where my mind is going, and his smile grows.
