Page 8 of Christmas with Hope

“You okay?” he laughed, continuing to pat my back.

“Ye…” I coughed more then took a deep breath. “Yes. I’m fine. Just caught off guard.”

“I seem to be doing that a lot to you.” He rubbed my lower back, making me bite back a moan.

How could a simple touch move mountains within me? I’d dated in the past, but no one made me feel the way Colton did. No matter how light his touch, I craved for more.

“Sorry,” Colton said huskily, moving his hand from my back.

I turned and faced him.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked without thought. Colton’s eyes widened and then he shook his head.

“No. Why?”

“Just wanted to make sure.”

“Because…” he prompted.

I didn’t respond in words. Instead, I pressed my lips against his then pulled away slowly.

“Your lips are soft,” Colton said quietly, making me smile.

“Yours, too,” I blushed.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, turning and facing me.

“No,” I shook my head.

“Good.”

“Good?”

Colton grabbed the back of my neck. He pulled me close to him and our lips met. I parted my lips, in hopes of a much deeper kiss, which he granted me by sliding his tongue between my lips. I greedily explored his mouth with my tongue. He tasted of butterscotch and cherries.

“You taste so good,” I moaned against his lips.

“You, too,” he nipped my bottom lip. I whimpered at the pinch of pain and the explosion of passion he released inside me.

When I wrapped my arms around Colton’s neck, he groaned huskily against my lips.

“You’re so damn sexy,” he groaned then pulled me into his lap. I straddled his legs.

“Colton,” I pleaded against his lips.

“Yes?” he gripped my ass tightly. “What, beautiful?”

“I need you. Please.”

“You can have me,” he replied, nipping the side of my neck. My head fell back and I moaned.

“Please,” I whimpered.

Colton sucked gently on my neck.

“So beautiful. So, so beautiful,” he said kissing up and down my neck.

“Colton. Please.”

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