Page 55 of Savage in the Sweets
I’m still reeling from his confession, and now my more than like has almost positively turned into almost love. Colin is amazing, and all aggression I had toward him is now water under the bridge.
Without a doubt, I want this man to be my future, and hopefully, I’ll get to be a mother to Michael.
But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.
“You’re still here,” Colin says, taking a seat beside me.
“You expected me to leave?”
“You’re the first person I’ve ever told Michael’s story to. Not even my parents know, not that I have a relationship with them. After I turned eighteen, they wanted me out.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
His hand folds over mine in the most perfect way possible.
“So, where does that leave us?” I ask.
“That’s what I’ve been thinking about since we texted yesterday,” Colin confesses. “In a perfect world, you’d just move right in. Michael would call you mom, I’d call you wife.”
My brow shoots upward. “Wait, what?!?”
“I understand if that’s not something you want.”
“No! I mean, I do. It’s just…god, this is all happening so quickly.”
Colin brushes his hand across my cheek, smoothing stray strands of hair behind my ears. “Before me, what was it you wanted?”
“I wanted to love and be loved. I wanted a family. I wanted a good man.” I turn my head to gaze into his gorgeous blue eyes. “What about you?”
“It’s hard to say what I wanted because all I allowed myself to do was think of Michael. I didn’t really want anything until you came along. Now, all I want is you and him, by my side, every day.”
“You just want to skip the whole dating thing?”
He shakes his head firmly. “No. I fully intend to wine and dine you, even though I haven’t touched alcohol in years. I just want to skip the whole unknown expectations thing. I want to know that it’s you I’ll be waking up to next year, five years from now, ten years from now—heck, tomorrow if you’re willing.”
I launch myself into his arms, my lips connecting with his in an electrifying kiss.
“Yes! That’s what I want! A million times, yes!” I say when I finally pull back.
He exhales in relief.
Everything about this moment fills me with want, with need. If Michael weren’t in the other room, I’d be ripping off my clothes. Ripping off his.
And with the way his gaze travels over my body, I know he wants me too.
There’s no point in playing coy.
“I wanna fuck you! Right now!”
He rises from the couch, extending his hand for me to take. “That sounds amazing.”
He pulls me up, and we practically sprint to his room, we’re so in need of each other’s bare flesh.
“Lacy,” he whispers to me after he closes the door.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.”
