Page 429 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Because…” I start to say, trying to grasp some logic back into me.
“Because I’m me and you’re you?” She arches a knowing brow.
I nod, because she hit the nail on the head.
“And smart girls like me don’t get naked in front of bad boys like you?”
I nod again.
“Maybe tonight I don’t want to be one of the smart girls. Maybe tonight I just want to feel good. Can you make me feel good?”
“Fuck. So good,” I growl, thinking of all the ways that I can make that happen.
“Then put your money where your mouth is and show me. Show me how good you can make me feel.”
“Fuck, princess. This better not be some cruel joke you’re playing with me. A man can only take so much.”
“I’m telling you, you can take it all. It’s up to you to decide if you want it or not.”
“Oh, I definitely fucking want it,” I howl, my eyes scanning her gorgeous body like it’s a Christmas present I’m dying to unwrap.
“Then it’s yours. Take it.”
Eyes on her, I rise up off her just enough to fall back on my haunches, slithering my palms under her dress, sliding them up her thighs before something stops me from going any further.
Mom always said that when something is too good to be true, then it probably isn't. It’s that piece of advice that has me stalling. This feels like a trap. Like someone is going to be running toward us at any moment telling me I’m being punked.
It’s only when Colleen raises her hand to cup my cheek, that my attention falls back on her. Her eyes, even half-mast, look the purest of blue. Like the color you would see on a winter morning, crisp and clear, and without pretense of any kind. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this expression on her face before. She looks almost…vulnerable. Something inside my chest starts to rattle, and then…break.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I hear myself say, and mean it.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful woman than Colleen right now. Looking up at me expectantly, waiting for me to make my move and take her.
“You’re not too hard on the eyes either,” she tries to joke, her way of hiding her insecurity.
“Don’t, sweetheart,” I grunt, covering her body with mine, staring her in the eyes. “Let’s not cheapen this with jokes or taunts. I want you. This version of you. The real Colleen. Can you give me that?”
I watch her swallow dryly, her heartbeat so loud it matches my own drumbeat.
When she nervously nods, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, I throw all caution to the wind, and kiss her. She responds to me in kind, her kiss just as desperate as mine. We’re just lips, tongue, and teeth, needing to swallow up all the oxygen in each other’s lungs. Needing the sweet burn to mimic the fire we’re being consumed by. Somehow through the madness, I remember her fear of getting grass stains on her dress. I lift herup to sit on my lap, legs spread wide on either side of me. I begin to lift the hem of her dress, but just as it reaches her mid-thighs, she places a palm on my chest, stopping me.
“Do you have protection?” she asks expectantly.
The condom in my back pocket singes through the fabric when I shake my head.
“No,” I lie.
I’m not sure why I do it. I always wear a condom. Always. I insist on it even when the woman I’m with swears she’s on the pill. But with Colleen…I don’t want any barriers between us. She has a mountain of them as it is. To have her completely lowering her guard for me like this, makes me want to do the same with her.
“I’m clean, Col. So if you want me, you’ll have all of me. Those are my terms.”
Her forehead wrinkles in thought, making me almost kick myself for being such a greedy bastard. When she gives me a small nod in agreement after what feels like forever, I almost sigh in relief. But then my head gets in the way again, a troublesome thought forming in the forefront of my mind.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” I ask anxiously.
“What if I told you that I am?”
“Then I’d have to get you off without my dick being involved. No way would I take your V-card on top of damp grass a few feet away from our parents.”
