Page 94 of One Little Kiss
“And do it well. But when I’m ready, I’ll hold you down at your hip with my hand as I kiss my way down your center and back up, over and over again. I’ll get close to where you need me, but stay just out of reach.”
“That’s mean,” I whine, knowing there’s no way I’ll be able to hold myself together. This walk alone is the best foreplay I’ve ever had in my life.
“It’s all part of the experience, Winnie. I’m not satisfied with your last orgasm. I’ll need to up my game.”
“You. My. What? Colton, I passed out.”
“Not good enough. I want you seeing stars and praying to every deity you can come up with. Then I’ll make you come.”
I gulp. Not metaphorically. I literally gulp, and it sounds like someone is strangling a cat. He never stops his rhythmic circles on my wrist. It’s both calming and erotic. I hate it as much as I love it.
“Do you want my tongue on your clit, or my fingers? Fast or slow? Up and down or in slow, torturous circles.” His fingers move in time to his words.
“I, ah. I. Do I have to choose?” I go for sultry, but it comes out squeaky as a mouse.
“Greedy tonight, CC? I approve. I’ll start with my tongue because I can’t wait to taste you. Do you know how sweet your come is?” I shake my head. “You can taste it on me tonight, then. And when I feel your belly quiver, I’ll insert my fingers. I’ll curl them until I find that spot deep in your core that’ll have your entire body trembling.”
“Colton.” It’s all I can say. I’m speechless. I want to shout from the rooftops, ‘I’m ready to beg.’
“We’re here. Prepare yourself. It’s going to be a long night with my fiancée.”
“Oh God.”
Dragging me into the hotel, he whispers, “That’s not good enough. I’ll have you calling my name like a prayer before this night is over.”
We step onto the elevator, and the second the doors close, he walks me into the corner and turns me around, so my back is to his front. He’s blocking me with his body as he reaches around and cups my breasts. “I might even fuck these.” When he pinches my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, I gasp. “But right now, you need to go talk to Tilly.” He pulls away just as the door slides open and I have to grasp the handlebar of the elevator, so I don’t fall over. Glancing up, I see him watching me with a dark expression. “The sooner you walk her out, the sooner my face can get between your legs.”
I nod because I’ve lost the ability to speak. Entering our suite, we find Tilly watching Bravo on the TV. When I don’t say anything, Colton chuckles. “Was everything okay?”
“Oh, he was great. Not a peep out of him. He’s a great kid.”
“Thanks, Tilly. I know this is out of your scope of duties for The WB, but I really appreciate it.”
“I didn’t do it as your employee, Colton. I did it as family, and you’re welcome.” She makes eye contact with me and smirks. I can’t even imagine what I look like. “I’ll just get out of your way. Have a good night.”
“Thanks. You too.”
When the suite door clicks shut, Colton is on me. His hands in my hair, on my ass, my back. He’s all consuming. “You have two minutes to check in on Wes and then I want you in our room.”
“Okay. Yup.” Shucking off my heels, I speed walk to Weston’s room. Peeking in, I find him fast asleep with his helicopter in one hand and a stuffed train in the other. He’s so peaceful when he sleeps. I take a minute to scan his room. Colton had guardrails placed on each side of the bed, and my chest bursts with an unfamiliar feeling. After kissing Wes gently on the head, I back out of the room, closing the door as softly as possible.
I take slow, calming breaths while I walk to our room. Stepping over the threshold, I’m confused when I don’t see Colton. Then he pushes off the wall beside me and shuts the door, much less quietly than I did Weston’s.
Colton holds a phone in his hand, and when he presses a button, “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails plays on a speaker by the bed.
Holy mother of pearl. He’s going to do all the wicked, wicked things my airport dance promised.
“The monitor’s on,” he assures me, pointing to the small screen we brought with us. It’s the last words he says before he scoops me up and tosses me on the bed with such force I bounce. Before I’ve even stopped moving, he’s grabbing the hem of my dress. I watch in shock as he pulls something silver out of his back pocket. By the time I realize he has scissors, it’s too late. A quick snip between my legs and he tosses them to the floor. Using both hands, he rips the dress up my center. “The dress was a thicker material than I thought, but I never go back on my word.”
“Colton! Do you know how much this dress cost? I cannot believe you just did that.”
True to his word, his tongue laps at my nipple. “I’ll buy you a hundred of them if I can do this again.” He uses his teeth to tug on my hardened peak, and my back arches off the bed. “Writhing so soon, fiancée?”
With great effort, I force myself to form a sentence. “Less talking.” Okay, so maybe not a complete sentence, but he gets my gist.
He lowers his body to the bed, so his torso lies between my legs. It puts pressure on my clit, but there’s no friction and I realize he’s positioned himself this way on purpose as he goes to work on one breast, then the other.
“Are you ready to beg yet?”
