J. Lynn Dream of You

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knew I was wearing a checkered print bra.
And I also now knew that all areas of his body were exceptionally well-proportioned; something in
my wildest dreams I never thought I d ever have personal knowledge of.
I thoroughly believed in insta-lust. Criminy, I d experienced it several times at the gym, but I was
never one to act on it. Or was I? I never really had the chance to do so. I d never given myself the
chance.
But this seemed so fast, because it was fast. Possibly record-breaking fast, but he, the guy I d
admired from afar for quite some time, thought I was beautiful. And he thought there wasn t a single
thing about me that screamed average.
My wry gaze flicked over his handsome face as the seconds ticked by. Uncertainty slammed into me.
Colton, I
His mouth silenced my words, but the softness of his kiss, the tenderness behind it, quelled the
brimming disquiet. When he spoke, his nose grazed mine. That s a hard question to answer, but you
know what I do know, Abby? Despite how you came back into my life last night, I was thrilled to see
you. I came over this morning because I wanted to see you again and I didn t want to wait for a
better excuse. I m impatient like that, he added, and I felt his lips form a grin against mine. And I
kissed you and I am right where I am because I want you. I think you can feel that.
I can feel that, I said, my voice throaty. There was no way I couldn t feel that.
And I think the way you kissed me back tells me you are right where you are because you want to be
here. He kissed me softly, stirring up the flutter into a crazy spiral. He lifted his head slightly and
stared down at me. I don t know where this is going or what to expect, but I know what I want and
I m the type of guy that goes for it. Why would I wait getting that message across? It doesn t feel like
something that s going to change in a week or a month.
The type of guy who goes for it.
Was it really that simple? He wanted me, so he was going to go for it. Why waste the time? Could it
really be that simple for me? Because I did want him. I wanted him so badly it was a physical ache.
And why did I really need to even think about the future, where this could lead? We were both
consenting adults, and there was no mistaking the fact that he was attracted to me. Could I pass this
up?
Pass up the chance to feel again? To be alive?
Because that would be what I was doing if I listened to the tiny, annoying voices in the back of my
head. In the hours spent here and there with Colton, I d felt more than I had in the four years since
Kevin passed on. The most I felt was through the words and stories I edited. Was there something
wrong with wanting to feel alive again, for wanting more?
I hoped not.
Okay, I whispered, placing my shaking hand on his cheek, drawing his mouth back toward mine.
Colton came willingly, and his breath hitched before he closed his mouth over mine. There was
nothing sweet about this kiss. Our lips parted, and his tongue was a hot, moist demand inside my
mouth. He took complete control, as if he was staking his claim, and there was a possessiveness in
the way he kissed that shattered memories of any other kiss.
He splayed his palm flat against my cheek, still for a moment, and then he glided it down my neck.
His hand stayed there, the touch gentle and so at odds with the fierceness of the kiss. I moaned, my
body arching toward his, wanting to melt into him. Between my thighs, I pulsed and I ached. I was so
into the taste and feel of him, but that voice was in the back of my head, this time preaching a
different story.
Could I actually get naked in front of him?
Speaking of getting naked, I was pretty sure the Hanes boy shorts I was wearing were the least
possible sexy thing I could have on, along with the checkered bra.
Would he still be so aroused once he realized there was more cushion for the pushin ?
His pelvis thrust against mine, scattering those fears like ashes in the wind. He nipped at my lower
lip, the tiny bite sending a wave of pleasure through my veins.
Making a deep sound in the back of his throat, he lifted his mouth from mine. I really need to fix
that window.
What window? I murmured, dazed.
Colton laughed as he dipped his head into the space between my neck and shoulder. Cute.
What?
You re cute. He kissed my neck. You can be cute.
I opened my eyes. I thought I was beautiful?
You re both. Pushing himself up, he paused just long enough to kiss me again and then he popped
up onto his feet with grace I was envious of. It s good to be both. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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