He’s got it all wrong. I want to have sex with him. He’s played the starring role in my dreams for months now. “I don’t want to take it slower. I was just thinking that the last time we had sex, we had both had our fair share of alcohol…” I shrug. “It just seems weird that I’m going to see your penis.”
“You’ve seen it before. And can we not call it a penis? It sounds like we’re in that puberty class in the fifth grade.”
I chuckle. “I know, I know. But don’t you feel weird that you’re going to see me naked?”
“Um, no. I feel eager. I have puzzle pieces of you that I’ve formed in my head and I can’t wait to see the whole package stone-cold sober.”
I unbuckle my seat belt and rise onto my knees, leaning forward to kiss him again. “You always say all the right things.” I press my lips to his. “Take me home. Forget what I said.”
Getting situated in the seat again, I clasp my seat belt and he puts the truck in drive.
“What if I’m not what you imagined?” I say as he pulls into his neighborhood.
Colton lives just outside downtown so he can walk to work if he wants. It’s a two-story, three-bedroom house that people made fun of him for buying when he graduated vet school. He told me he didn’t want to move into an apartment and pay someone else’s mortgage. We looked at thirty houses before he put an offer on this one. Watching Brigette move in and make it her home after I helped him decorate it all these years probably would have felt like a knife in my heart.
He says nothing until he’s parked in his garage and takes the keys out of the ignition.
“I’m gonna need you to get out of your head now.” He climbs out of the truck, and I open my door to climb out, but he’s there to open it for me. “From now on, you wait until I open it for you.”
“That’s demanding, and you know I don’t adhere to demands,” I say, accepting his hand to step down onto the running board then the concrete.
He chuckles. “Okay. Please don’t get out of the truck before I can open the door from this point forward? Is that better?”
I walk into his house. “Maybe, but I can open my own door. Just saying.”
I do love his chivalry. He’s always been that way throughout our friendship. But I also like giving him a hard time.
I slide off my heels in his laundry room and walk into his kitchen like any other time I’ve come here. I’m smiling until I spot the folder on the table labeled honeymoon. “Oh, you were going on a honeymoon?”
He picks up the folder and stuffs it into a drawer. “Just a quick trip in case questions were asked. With no cancellation insurance so I guess I can kiss that money goodbye.”
“Do you think you guys would have… I mean, maybe feelings would have developed.”
“No. I don’t.” He rounds the kitchen table and grabs my hand, entwining our fingers. “I was already in love with a crazy ginger.”
“But over time?”
“Stop it.” He releases my hands and wraps his around my waist, pulling me to him.
“Stop what?”
He kisses my forehead. “Stop trying to put roadblocks in the way of what’s happening between us.”
“I’m not.”
“I see it. It’s the same way you were after we had sex right before I left for college.”
My forehead falls to his chest. This man sees through me and it scares me. “I think I’m just scared.”
His lips press to the top of my head. “Me too, but I don’t want to be anywhere else. Do you?”
I look up at him, willing myself to push past the fear. “No.”
His knuckles graze my cheek. “Look, we’re already agreeing.”
He bends down and kisses me. The awkwardness fades, and an intense desire for this man replaces any hesitation. I want more as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth and his fingers thread through my hair, holding my head to him. As if I’d pull away now.
My hands fiddle with his shirt, unbuttoning each button until his chest is bare. If I could stand to have his lips off me, I’d push him back so I could watch my hands slide down his well-built chest.
He strips his lips off mine, eyes searching my dress. “Zipper?”
“Side.” I push his shirt off his shoulders.
He takes a moment to remove his cufflinks, then he’s standing in front of me shirtless. It’s not anything I haven’t seen before—the man runs down Main Street without a shirt on during the hottest days of summer—but I can’t look away.
“I love the way you’re looking at me.” He steps forward, his fingers finding the zipper of my dress and we stare at one another as he lowers the zipper down my body. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Colton,” I say, shutting my eyes as his hands move the straps off and down my arms.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
I shake my head. My dress pools at my waist, needing one final push before it puddles to the floor around my ankles. I open my eyes and Colton’s gaze is locked on my chest, his tongue sliding along his bottom lip, taking in my bare breasts.
I couldn’t find a bra that wouldn’t show under the dress, so I stand in front of him wearing only sheer black panties. Picking me up by the hips, he props me up on the table.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” His knuckles graze down my chest, over my peaked nipples.
He bends, his mouth casting small open-mouth kisses down the center of my breasts. His tongue slides over my right nipple before he sucks it. I grip the back of his head to hold him there, and he twirls the pebbled nub with his tongue then blows his hot breath over it.
“Should we take this upstairs?” he whispers, his mouth moving back up to mine.
“Yes.” He sweeps me up with one arm, and I lock my legs around his waist. “You’re going to find this crazy, but a small part of me expected us to be fumbling and for you to not be so suave and manly.”
He rears his head back, midway up the stairs. “Are you saying you didn’t think I had skills?”
I put my finger on his lips. “I don’t want to hear the stories of how you got all these seduction skills.”
He chuckles and presses his lips lightly to my mine. “Okay, I won’t tell you.”
“Wait… do I want to know?”
He walks us into his bedroom with the navy blue walls that I helped paint. After lowering me onto the taupe comforter we argued about at the store for ten minutes, he ventures to the side table of the matching furniture that we each agreed on the minute we saw it at the store.
He pulls out a condom and tosses it on top of the dresser before his fingers move to his belt. Here we go. I’m going to see his penis. I mean cock.
“Open your eyes, Juno,” he says.
I giggle and peek through one eye. His zipper coming down is as loud as if it were a fire alarm. His belt buckle landing on the hardwood floor has my other eye opening. He wears a pair of black boxer briefs and his dick is bulging out of them.
But as he puts his fingers to the waistband to pull them down, I hold up my hand to stop him. “Wait!”
The longer I look at him, the more my nerves turn into something electrifying. I get up on my knees, his tongue licking his bottom lip as he watches me cat-crawl toward him.