Page 93 of One Little Kiss

“Do you want to get a drink?” Colton hasn’t let go of my hand since we finished dessert.

We’re walking hand in hand down a cobblestone street in the Beacon Hill area of Boston. You can feel the history in each building we pass, but I can’t help worrying about Weston. “This has been the most amazing night, and I don’t want to ruin it.”

“But,” he pulls me to his side and kisses my head, “you’re worried about our little guy.”

“I’m sure Tilly could handle it, but I don’t want him to be frightened. There’s been so much change for him, and he’s always needed a routine.”

“Sweetheart?” He stops so suddenly I trip on the uneven sidewalk. He catches me before I make it very far. “I told you I’d always catch you.”

“I didn’t think you meant it literally.” A giggle escapes and I have to think about how many glasses of wine I’ve had.

“I mean it in every way. But I was going to say that I’m not complaining about going home early. The sooner I get you home, the sooner I can strip you naked and lick every inch of your body.”

Embarrassed, I glance around, hoping no one heard his dirty words.

Colton’s amused. I see it in the way his eyes sparkle under the streetlight. He steps forward so we’re pressed together and leans down. When his lips caress my ear, an involuntary shiver courses through my body.

“I’m going to lick you until your sweet pussy drenches my face.”

My chest aches with the breath caught there.

“But I won’t stop there, CC. I’m going to lick and lap until I’ve had my fill, and you’re begging for me to fuck you.”

“I never beg.” Jesus, I can’t even control my own voice. He will have me begging, but my pride won’t let me admit it. Yet.

“I’ll be happy to be your first then,” he promises darkly, and I feel a small flood in my panties. “Tell me, CC. If I stuck my hand up your dress right now, would you be wet?” His hand skims the hem that hits mid-thigh, teasing the skin just beneath it. His hot breath in my ear only heightens my arousal.

“Soaked.” My voice cracks, and I’m not sure my legs will hold me up much longer.

The deep rumble of a growl is the only warning I get as he cups the back of my head and pulls me into a bruising kiss. It’s the most out of control I’ve ever seen him. The kiss is fiery, demanding, greedy. He probes my lips, sweeping his tongue around my mouth, savoring the taste that’s simply us. It feels reckless yet controlled, and this is what he does to me. He makes me want to give up control in the most base manner. What’s worse is I think I need to.

“You will beg.” His words ghost over my lips. It’s a tug-of-war. The push and pull is fraught with sexual tension. The delicious kind you read about in sexy books but never fully experience in real life.

Holy shit. I’m living out a romance novel with Colton Westbrook.

“Never. In fact …” I pull back from his embrace. Miraculously, my legs remember how to move, and I strut down the street. Albeit a little wobbly from that kiss. “I think tonight you’re going to be the one to beg.”

He catches up to me in two long strides. “Don’t you know, Darling? I’ve been programmed to beg for you since our first meeting.”

Gah! Swoon.

Colton surveys our surroundings. Finding us relatively alone, he takes my hand and rubs small circles on the inside of my wrist as we walk. “The first thing I’m going to do is rip that dress down the middle.”

Absentmindedly, I tug on the fabric near my thighs. It’s much thicker than he thinks. There’s no way.

“Don’t ever doubt me, CC. Once it’s off, I’m going to suck on your nipples through that sheer bra I know you have on.”

Affronted, I ask, “How do you know that?”

“I chose it myself.”

Mother effer. The deep timbre of his voice has my insides quivering.

“I’m going to suck, bite, and tease your nipples until you’re writhing beneath me.”

Fuck me. How many blocks away is our hotel?

“Writhing I can do,” I pant.