Page 84 of Free to Breathe
My lips fall open, and I repeat his words. “No. Way.”
As his dark head nods, I grin. “Okay, the only way this could get better would be if you tell me it was round two with Addison.”
The red tinge that suddenly edges his cheekbones tells me I nailed it. I burst into gales of laughter. “I think you deserve a reward,” I proclaim.
He guffaws. “That’s not exactly what was implied at the time.”
“Even more of a reason.” Why I’m almost gleeful at the idea of Colby calling out my name during sex with the she-bitch, I don’t know. But for me? It just further supports the idea he’d rather have been with me. “You know what you haven’t let me do yet?” My voice drops as I slide my hands over his broad chest.
And down his lean hips.
“What’s that?”
Reaching behind me, I drag a fingertip over his firm erection. “Play.”
Colby does a crunch until our noses are touching. His hands begin to roam over my chest. “Play? You mean the things we’ve done in bed haven’t been fun, sweetheart?”
I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
He shakes his head back and forth, his nose brushing against mine as he does it. “I’m sure I do, but I want to hear you say the words.”
He wants the words? I’m pretty sure I can give him some filthy ones. Leaning close to his ear, I use my slowest drawl to purr, “I want to unbutton your shirt and take it off your delicious body. I want to use my hands, my mouth, and my tongue to trace every inch of your skin. I want to trace the ink you got for me while you watch.”
His breath has increased. “I’m listening.”
“I want to kneel on my knees. I want to peel you out of these pants that dare to mold your ass like they belong there more than my hands do. Then I want to show you how it feels when I slide your cock in my mouth while I’m gripping your hips.” I take a delicate nip of his ear.
“More,” he growls.
“Right before you come down my throat, when the first delicious drops of you leaks out, I want my hand between your legs so I can cup you. I want to…” I don’t get to finish because Colby’s pulled my head back, and he slams his mouth down on mine.
The fire of our kiss may be from my words, but the spark is from something more profound. Something I’ve finally grasped has been there from the beginning.
Love.
I am irrevocably in love with Colby Hunt.
And I want nothing more than to show him.
Tearing my lips away from his, I plead, “Let me touch you. Let me taste you. Let me show you.”
“Whatever you want, Cori.” Reaching behind him, he pulls off the T-shirt he was wearing. “Whatever you need.” Lying back on the couch, he becomes a feast for all my senses.
“You,” I gasp. “I just need you.” If I have him, I have everything.
His eyelids drop as I press my lips against his chest for the first of a thousand times to taste him. Multiple times, I’m interrupted as he captures my lips in drugging kisses. After I’ve shifted down his body, my lips trace over his impressive abdomen. His hand finds its way into my hair. His moans become guttural.
I’m flying high on the pleasure I’m giving him.
I reach for the button of his pants, which gives way without any problems. And don’t I just love how he goes commando. Reaching beneath, I tug his pants down, even as he lifts his hips to help me. “Tsk, tsk, Colby. What is your dry cleaner going to say?” I swipe my finger across the crown of his cock that’s already weeping.
“He’s probably going to be jealous as fuck.” Colby’s voice sounds deeper than usual. Looking up from between his legs, he’s propped himself up on his arm so he can watch.
And his eyes are like the smoke right before a fire that burns out of control.
Humming a little bit, I flatten my tongue to run it up the underside of his cock. I vaguely hear him hiss in reaction, but I’m too intent on wrapping my lips around the head for a taste to note more than his pleasure.
And when I do, you’d think I’d just told him I’d figured out a way to make nacho-flavored brownies.
