Page 76 of The Perfect Distraction

“Do you have…?”

“In my wallet.”

“Get it,” she said, lying back on the bed. She admired his backside as he rolled on a condom and then turned around to face her. Just so he knew there was no doubt, she held out her arms to him.

When he crawled over her and positioned himself at her entrance, he said, “Are you sure about this?”

“So sure. I want you,” she whispered, and that was all it took.

She was already soaked from their foreplay, and he slid in easily, filling her to the hilt. Twining her arms around his neck and her legs around his thighs, she moaned with pleasure before his lips crashed down on hers.

Her body lit up, and she became aware of every sensation—the tickle of his chest hairs against her breasts, the damp hair at the nape of his neck, his razor stubble scraping against her chin. His biceps strained as he supported his weight, and his caramel eyes sparkled as he gazed down at her.

Then, in one swift movement, he flipped to his back so she was straddling him. Her hair cascaded forward and grazed his shoulders, and he ran his hands down the long strands.

The way he looked at her emboldened her, and any inhibitions she might have had disappeared. Sitting back on his hips, she slid back and forth along his erection, picking up the pace in response to his movements.

Cupping her breasts and tugging on her nipples, he ramped up her desire even more. She maneuvered herself until she found that perfect spot, and he must have agreed, because he clutched her hips and said, “Come with me.”

And she did, repeatedly, unabashedly, and loudly until she couldn’t hold herself up anymore and collapsed on top of him.

When Colton left to clean up, she lay there, boneless and sated, with a satisfied smile on her face. She half-expected a feeling of insecurity to overtake her, but it didn’t come. All she felt was happy.

A few minutes later, he rejoined her, wearing a matching expression and nothing else. He pulled her close, and she laid her head on his shoulder, content to bask in the afterglow. He idly brushed her cheek with the back of his hand while she watched the rise and fall of his chest and wondered what he was thinking. She didn’t have to wait long.

“Was that as good as I thought it was, or is it just me?”

She giggled and replied, “It wasn’t just you.”

He shifted to face her and placed a hand on her hip.

“I can’t remember the last time I felt like this,” she admitted.

“Twenty minutes ago, I hope,” he teased.

“You know what I mean.”

He nodded.

She trailed a fingernail lightly over his pecs and down the midline of his body, pausing at his navel. “What should we do now?” she said suggestively.

“I have some ideas, but first, I should probably check in with Joey.”

Just as he started to get up, his phone buzzed on the dresser. “That’s probably him.” Colton looked down at the screen, typed something, and then crawled back into bed with a huge grin.

“What was it?”

“A text from Lynne asking if Joey could stay for dinner and saying she’ll bring him home after.”

“Mmmm,” she mumbled as his lips covered hers.

They spent the next hour exploring each other all over again, thoroughly and enthusiastically, knowing that it might have to last a while. Since Colton didn’t have another condom, they revisited third base, bringing each other pleasure with their mouths, with him insisting on “ladies first.”

Cupping her bottom, he threw her legs over his shoulders and went to town, doing fantastic things to her with his talented tongue. Afterward, she set about pleasuring him while he sat propped up against the headboard, clutching the sheets in his fists as she milked him of his orgasm.

It was time well spent, but all too soon, it came to an end. Colton wanted to be home when Joey arrived, and she agreed. After they dressed, she followed him downstairs to say goodbye.

“Seems like we ran out of time to talk,” he said after he’d put on his shoes.

She’d been in such a state of bliss that she’d almost forgotten about their earlier argument.

“I liked the way we spent our time,” she said, trying to sidestep the issue.

“Me too,” he said, his expression softening.

“I promise we’ll talk more as soon as we get the chance.”

He nodded and pulled her in for a kiss. He kept it brief, probably anticipating Joey’s arrival at any moment. Since Joey had referred to her as Colton’s “girlfriend,” she wasn’t as concerned about him finding them together, but she hesitated to tell Colton that. She still had to resolve the issue of Christopher’s email before she could go claiming to be anyone’s girlfriend.

After Colton left, Beth immediately reached for her phone.