Page 51 of Stick to the Plan
His chest rumbles with a chuckle under my cheek. “You didn’t. I stepped back to give you space and my foot landed on nothing but air.” Colin kisses my forehead again. His hand still traces lazy lines on my back. I feel calmer. My chest is still a little tight, my breaths still shaky, but I don’t feel alone.
The warmth of Colin’s body around me in the cool pool seeps into my bones. His arms are tight, but supportive rather than constrictive. He isn’t judging me. Colin listened to my concerns and trusted me enough — no, respected me enough — to believe me and want to help.
Like a partner.
My breath catches. Colin’s always acted like my partner - even when I tried to keep him at arm’s length. Sure, he is passionate and easy going where I prefer structure and discipline, but that is why we work so well. We balance each other. Compensate for the other’s weaknesses, but wholeheartedly celebrate each other’s strengths.
Over the past few months, I’ve felt lighter than I have in years. All the best moments have been with him. My comments to Colin are true - I do constantly have to compromise myself to make life easier. I haven’t done that once with Colin, though. With him, I can completely let go and be my genuine self.
I lift my head off his chest slowly to look into his eyes. His brows pinch slightly with concern, but those clear green depths hold warmth and care. De-tangling the fingers still clutching his shirt, I cup the sides of his sharp jaw. He leans into my palm briefly before turning his head to kiss my palm.My heart swells in my chest, feeling like it might burst. The realization hits me.
I am in love with Colin McLeary.
With slight pressure from my palm, I straighten his face and lean down to meet his lips with my own. I pour all the emotion I feel but am still too scared to say into the kiss.
After a moment of surprise, Colin kisses me back with the same tender urgency. His fingers spear the hair at the back of my neck, holding me close.
I rub my core against the growing bulge of his erection.
He moves both hands to my ass and grips me closer against him as he wades to the pool stairs again. I lock my ankles behind his back and grip his shoulders tighter. With purposeful steps, Colin climbs the stairs and heads towards the patio doors.
“My room,” I mumble against his lips between kisses, “there’s tile.”
Without missing a step, Colin changes direction and heads towards where my bathroom opens to the courtyard. At the doors, I frantically unhook my feet and slide down his body, eagerly feeling for the handle behind my back. After a couple of tries, I finally get the door open. I back into the room, dragging Colin by the shirt with me.
He fumbles as he tries to kick off his shoes. One hand cups my jaw gently as his other fingers tuck into the back of my waistband. I skate my hands up his rapidly cooling shirt and my fingers get to work at his buttons. Our mouths barely leave each other, too busy weaving in an intricate pattern for words. Or breath.
Shivers race across my skin as his fingers inch up my shirt, his hand settling on the curve of my lower back. Urging me closer. Pulling back for air, I hold his heated gaze as I pull my shirt over my head. His eyes drink in every inch of exposed skin like a man starved. Reaching behindme, I unsnap my bra, letting the straps fall off my shoulders in a striptease before dropping it completely on the floor.
With a groan, Colin steps forward. His lips are cold, but his touch leaves a hot trail from my lips to my throat. His hands skim the sides of my breasts slowly as he strokes down to my waist. My nipples, already peaked from the cold water, harden further. Hungry for his attention. As if reading my mind, his lips trail further to capture a pink nipple. Crying out at the sensation, I arch my back, pressing my breast further towards him. My hands clasp his shoulders for support, the wet fabric meets my touch. I attempt to work the fabric down his biceps, but it clings like a second skin.
Colin lifts his mouth, his eyes smoldering as he looks at me. He jerks at his shirt and it finally falls free to the tile. Before the wet plop even reaches my ears, he is already lavishing my other nipple with his tongue. I spear my fingers through his hair and hold him there. Seemingly satisfied that I won’t move, Colin lets go of my waist and starts working on the button of my pants. His fingers whisper against my chilled skin as he rolls the slacks and underwear down my legs. As the material reaches my knees, he gracefully kneels down before me. I balance against his shoulders as he gets first one leg free and then the other.
“Colin, please. I need you.” My voice is breathless and needy.
He stands immediately, the need in his eyes matching my own.
He cups my face with both of his hands and leans in for a drugging kiss. I drop my hands to his pants and try to undo them, but my numb fingers fumble at the button. I arch into the kiss, flattening my breasts against his chest. The sensation of his bare skin gliding over my nipples couples with the frustration of him still being partially dressed. I whimper as I continue tugging at his pants, then again at the loss of his hands. With a hurried jerk, he removes his pants and underwear. The motion completely at odds with the tender undressing I received.
Once we are both naked, we simply stare at each other as deep breaths rack our bodies. At some unspoken sign, we move in unison. A tangle of limbs and tongues. I can not get enough of this man. His touch. His very presence.
He walks me backwards until the backs of my legs bump into the mattress. Lips still fused together, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him with me as I sit on the edge of the mattress. Colin moves with me, one arm wrapped around my back while the other supports his weight. As we move further up the bed, I wrap one leg around his back, clinging to him.
Colin eases my head onto the pillow. He shifts his weight to the arm underneath me. His free hand trails along my arm until it finds and entwines our fingers withdrawal,my head. Reaching between us, I find his cock already hard and ready. After two languid pumps, I impatiently guide him to the entrance of my already wet core. He flexes his hips and nudges me a couple of times, teasing my clit. As I wrap my other leg around his hips, I tilt my hips to better meet his slow entry.
Panting, Colin lowers his forehead to mine as he finally buries himself to the hilt. We both lay there, unmoving, basking in the feeling of being connected. Colin begins to move in unhurried strokes. Almost fully leaving me before pushing back in.
A growing tingle at the base of my spine spreads as my orgasm builds. My breath comes in desperate gasps, and my free hand digs into the muscles of his ass to keep him near. Colin whispers heated words to my jaw and throat. I can’t understand the Gaelic words, but his tone conveys passion and emotion.
My legs shake around his sides as my core clenches. “Colin, please.” I have no idea what I’m asking for, but I know only he can give it to me.
His strokes are still slow and sensual, but he uses his arm to lift my hips higher, shifting the angle. With every thrust, his pelvis bumps my clit.And with every withdrawal he strokes my g-spot. The shaking of my legs increases and my fingers knead his muscles.
I open my eyes to find his expressive green gaze staring down at me. I see desire, affection, and determination. The look in his eye is my undoing, and I shatter. Still staring into his eyes, I cry out as wave after wave of pleasure takes me.
My orgasm still raging, Colin gives in to his own. He drops his forehead to mine as wracking shudders take his body. I feel his cock pulse as he empties himself into me. As the shudders slow, Colin tightens his arm around me, holding me against him as he rolls onto his back. We lay like that for some time. Neither of us in a hurry to move and ruin the moment. Each of us trying to extend the connection as long as possible.
Eventually, I feel him soften inside me. With a sigh, Colin captures my lips in one more emotional kiss. Reluctantly, I roll off him and pad into the bathroom to clean myself up. As I wash my hands, Colin, in his naked glory, struts into the bathroom.
