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My initial instinct is to yank my arm out from his hold, as gentle as it is, and tell him I’m mad at him for going out tonight. I want to tell him I’m mad at him for being someone I’m interested in in the first place. I want to tell him I’m mad at our circumstances, because what I want is the ability to kiss him right now without consequence, but that’s not the reality of our situation.
I don’t say any of those things.
Instead, I watch as his eyes drop to my mouth for a long moment. As he dips forward just slightly, his expression turning desirous. Wanting. If I dare say it, lustful.
A shiver races up my spine and I lean in as well, breathing in the delicious scent of him like I’ve not allowed myself to do before, something earthy and beachy in the same breath. Warm. Strong. Masculine.
I want him to break the rules, right here, right now.
Kiss me, my heart whispers. Kiss me, please.
But he doesn’t move.
Instead, he watches me with an unreadable expression for a long moment.
“Go to bed, Emily,” he finally says, his tone gruff and his eyes narrowed.
Irritable Colton has returned, and I can’t help the shame that flushes through me at his clear rebuke.
So instead of saying anything else, I turn and storm away from him. Away from the foolish thought that I allowed to grow into an even more foolish dream.
chapter fifteen
colton
She watches me like she wants me too, but I can’t be the first one to move on this. I just can’t.
So instead of tugging her into me and licking into her mouth with the ferocity I feel at allowing myself just this moment of holding her close, I let go of her arm and take a step back.
“Go to bed, Emily,” I tell her, my voice gruff with a mixture of exhaustion and hunger.
If there was any question on her face before, it’s answered in the seconds after I speak.
Her expression falls then displays something like frustration before she spins on a dime and all but stomps up the stairs like a petulant child.
Petulant children only pout when they don’t get what they want, a voice in my head tells me. She’s throwing a fit because she wants you and you’re not giving yourself to her.
But I shake that thought off and try to bury it with the horny-ness I’ve been trying to tamp down over the past month or so.
Emily is strong and independent, and she communicates exactly what she wants. If this was something she wanted, I’d know it.
With that disappointing thought, I head to my bedroom, kicking off my shoes as I close my door behind me.
What I need right now is a shower to ease the lust raging inside me, so I step into my small bathroom and flick on the water, disrobing as it heats up then stepping into the shower once it’s at the perfect temperature.
I’m already hard, and I take myself in my hand and give a long firm stroke, licking my lips at the small bit of relief that courses through me.
When I look down, though, it’s not my hand that I see. It’s Emily, crouched naked in the shower, her hands stroking seductively up my legs as her tongue teases the head of my cock.
“Fuck,” I whisper, this vision of her feeling more tangible than ever before. “Suck me.”
This is the first time I’ve allowed my fantasies to take me here, to a place where it’s Emily’s face I see leaning in and opening wide, taking me deeply into her warm, wet mouth.
But even that thought feels like a lie. It’s been Emily on my mind for weeks, even if I’ve been trying to convince myself otherwise.
Tonight, though, I seem to be at a particularly weak moment, because I can’t seem to do anything but give in to it, to the pleasure of her perfect mouth. I reach down with my other hand to tug on my balls in the way I know will send me off almost instantly.
The tingle at the base of my spine begins to grow, and after only a few more strokes picturing her taking me deep down her throat, I come long and hard, shooting into the water with a long groan.
