Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
When he places our entwined hands back on my leg and doesn't move to sever the connection, I look out the window to hide my smile. The way he has been here for me these last few days is nothing short of perfection. I spent the entire night in his bed last night and woke up this morning snuggled against him, and he never made me feel weird about it. Instead, I felt warm, protected, content and completely at home. I also felt desired—but I'm almost afraid to believe that's the case. But right now looking down at our hands, I think I might be right.
* * *
Colin hasn’t left my side at all today and to say that I am enjoying this is a vast understatement of facts. After a dinner consisting of more leftover funeral food—a really delicious baked chicken casserole and a tossed salad—we’re now setting up camp in the living room to binge watch Stranger Things. We’ve both been dying to dive into it since people are constantly raving about it so now is the perfect time to give it a try.
He sets me up on the couch first and then uses pillows to elevate my foot on the coffee table. Twisted ankles are a common enough occurrence for me that I barely feel it (and the brace I'm wearing is a huge help), but I'm not about to turn down the TLC from Colin. After turning off the lights and cuing up the show, he settles in next to me—close, but not as close as I want him. I make it through almost the entire first episode before I work up the courage to scoot in closer. He doesn't hesitate to lift his arm so that I can settle into the nook of his arm. Setting my head against his chest, I grin as my heart melts.
As episode two starts he begins running his hand up and down my arm. Immediately the tension in the room rises exponentially, and I'm more and more certain I'm not the only one who feels it as each second passes. Taking a breath for courage, I snuggle in closer as I set my hand down on his jean-clad thigh. He freezes for half a second before he turns his head and looks at me. Because my head is on him, we're now super close to one another—close enough for me to feel his breath as it skates across my lips.
I shiver at the way his coppery brown eyes flash in the dim light. “Leni,” he groans. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
I'm nervous about taking such a massive leap of faith, but I'm doing it anyway. Taking a deep breath, I climb into his lap, careful to keep from hitting my ankle. "Yes," I say, my voice firm and clear. I'm scared I've gone too far until his hands grip my waist and the heat of his palms warms my skin through the loose cotton of the spaghetti strap dress I've got on.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps.
Goosebumps break out over my entire body when I see the desire in his eyes. I clench my thighs and bite my lip as I lean in closer, anxious to take the next step. I’ve dreamt of kissing Colin for years and right now I’m inches away from having that dream become a reality.
“Give me that sexy little mouth,” he orders as he uses his hold on my waist to bring my lower body in snug against his.
Jesus, he’s hard—and it’s all for me. My clit throbs and my sex clenches as I slowly lean forward, the hem of my dress raising as I do. His eyes are hooded as he watches me getting closer and closer. Just before I reach his lips, he raises his hands from their position at my waist and takes my face between his hands, halting my movements. I clench again, loving the way he takes control.
One of our phones buzzes on the table behind me but neither of us looks. Ignoring the buzz, he guides me in close enough to kiss me, but stops just short. I open my lips to say something—probably to beg—but I lose all my words when he uses his hands to tilt my head before he begins tracing my lower lip with his tongue. The sensation is so erotically charged I can feel my temperature rising. Unable to stop myself I open my lips and touch my tongue to his. He lets out a harsh groan and bucks beneath me, his hard cock rubbing against my sex through his jeans and my underwear. I whimper as he deepens the kiss, holding me tightly as he does.
I’ve been kissed before but never, ever like this. This feels like a claiming—a declaration of ownership and I’m absolutely not complaining about that. Lost in the sensation, I hold onto his shoulders as I lean in as close as I can. My nipples harden as I shamelessly rub myself against his chest, moaning as he tears his mouth away.