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Chapter Seven
Emma
Colton walked me down the hall of his apartment to his room and turned on the light. It was dim, red-tinted. Sexy.
And his bed looked way more comfortable than the one in the hotel room.
He stopped me before I could lay down, pulling my dress off over my head. I lifted my arms to help him, letting him toss it to the floor.
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a kiss.
I’d never kissed anyone like this before. I’d had a few kisses in college, but none were as hot, as delicious as this. Colton’s scruff tickled my chin, and he tasted like wine.
His hands moved to my waist, and he lifted me up, setting me down on the bed.
I looked up at him, breathless already. My body was on fire.
I’d never needed something like this before.
I reached for him, undoing the button of his jeans and pulling them down. Colton took his own shirt off, looking down at me.
“You know, when you were doing that thing with the banana… That was really hot.”
I felt myself blush and looked up. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
I bit my lower lip and pushed his underwear down. He stepped out of his clothes, looking at me with his eyebrows raised.
I closed my hand around him, stroking a few times before guiding him into my mouth.
I’d never let myself do this before, and now I was obsessed. I wanted him. I wanted him to do everything to me, anything he wanted.
I closed my eyes, working slowly, enjoying the feel of Colton’s hands in my hair, the noises he made.
He pulled out far too soon, moaning once more.
“We gotta get you out of that swimsuit.”
I looked up at him and smiled, reaching to undo the halter tie. I unclipped the back, too, and dropped it to the floor at the foot of the bed.
Then I laid back, resting on my elbows, and lifted my hips.
Colton understood. He grabbed the waist of my bottoms and pulled them down, licking his lips at the sight.
He moved to lie on the bed with me, kissing me hungrily. His hands slid over my body, lingering on my breasts for a moment before one slipped between my legs.
He pushed one finger into me. I tilted my head back, moaning.
“God, you’re tight.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, then lower, along my neck.
I gasped softly, hips rocking.
He worked a second finger in, spreading them apart inside me.
I wrapped both arms around his neck again, keeping him close.
“I want you.” I kissed his jaw between words.
