“You don’t know how to fish?”
I shake my head. “I’ve never been, and I have to be honest, the thought of touching a slimy fish kinda freaks me out.”
“I’ll help you. You and Milo. I can’t wait to bring him here and watch him play. All of us here, together. As a family.”
I’m smiling so wide, my face hurts. And my heart? It feels like there’s no way I could possibly love this man anymore, yet here I am, falling further and further in love with him every day.
When the food is gone, I reach across the coffee table and take his hand. “So, I was thinking.”
“About?” he asks as he brings our joined hands to his mouth and runs his lips over my knuckles.
“The wedding.”
Now, he’s all ears. “Tell me.”
“What if we do what Chase and Gabby did? And got married here?”
His smile is absolutely breathtaking. “To be honest, I don’t care where we marry, as long as you’re officially mine at the end of the day, but to get married here? Yeah, that’s perfect for me, babe.” Then his lips are on mine, slightly awkward, since he’s leaning across the table.
When I pry my lips from his, I ask, “How about the end of March? That gives us three months to plan. It should be enough time for Mom and Tina to plan their trip too.”
Again, his lips brush over mine. “That’s perfect. So fucking perfect, Hollis.”
“Do you think Gabby and Chase would mind? I mean, we’re sort of copying them.”
“They won’t care, sweetheart. This place means as much to Chase as it does me. I bet they’ll be honored,” he tells me, again sweeping his lips across mine.
And then he moves, shoving aside the coffee table and sending our drink glasses flying as he lays me back on the large rug. The fire is roaring, just like the blood in my ears. Colton presses his body into mine, covering me from head to toe. His hands are everywhere. My jaw, my hair, my neck. Everywhere he touches, his lips aren’t too far behind.
“I think you have a thing for making love in front of a fireplace,” I tease, recalling our very first time together.
“I have a thing for Hollis and making love to her anywhere and everywhere,” he tells me without removing his lips as they graze across my collarbone. He continues to blaze a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses to every sliver of exposed skin. When he realizes I’m wearing too many clothes, he slowly pushes my sweater up and over my head, which is quickly followed by the removal of my blue jeans. He also relieves me of my matching bra and panty set, and considering the bottom part was already soaked, they weren’t doing me any good anyway. “That’s better.” He grins a full-watt smile just before his mouth pounces.
First, he starts at my chest, licking and sucking on my nipples. Only after they’ve both received enough attention, he starts his descent downward. Colton attacks my pussy like a man possessed, and in only a handful of seconds, has me teetering on the edge of release. My fingers grip his hair, and my hips gyrate against his face all on their own.
When he thrusts two thick fingers into my body, my orgasm slams into me like a tsunami. I can barely control my limbs, let alone my voice. “Colton,” I groan, riding his tongue and the waves of my release.
He’s up and removing his clothes before the tremors subside, his eyes locked on me. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.” He strips off his long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and boxer briefs within seconds. “I love hearing you scream my name,” he adds as he pulls a condom from his pocket and sheaths his hard length.
Colton stretches out over the top of me once more, lining us up perfectly. My legs wrap around his hips as he flexes forward, filling me completely. We both sigh. Together.
My hands grip his hard ass, but he refuses to budge. He’s taking his time, savoring the feel of our union, and cementing our emotional connection from now to eternity. I don’t even know why, but tears burn my eyes. I try to blink them away, but of course, Colton sees them. He stops moving. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I reassure him, shaking my head. “I just… love you so much.”
His smile is soft as he gazes down at me. He runs his palm up my jaw, caressing my cheek, as he replies, “I love you too. So fucking much.”
And then he moves.
Finally.
Not slow and unhurried, but with passion and vigor. A second orgasm starts to build as his cock slides along my G-spot. With each thrust, I see stars, feel the power of the release looming just within grasp. He brings his lips back to mine and kisses me with the same passion his body is displaying.