He kisses me so passionately that my toes are curling in my woolen socks. Instead of rushing into sex, he just pulls me back into his embrace and I melt into him as he holds me close.
We sit like this for a long time, just enjoying the peacefulness of being in each other’s presence. Until my phone rings and spoils it.
It’s probably my parents. They’ve been calling me all day, but I haven’t answered. We’ve been living in a bubble and I don’t want the outside world to come in and pop it.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper with a groan.
“It’s okay,” he says, shifting in his seat. “Answer it. I have to go pee anyway.”
I climb off him and he takes a long sip of his wine before he disappears back toward the house.
It’s a strange number. One I haven’t seen before.
“Hello?” I ask, tentatively.
“Hello,” the deep voice says. “This is Officer Costello.”
I gulp. “Yes?”
“You were in an altercation last night with a Steve Kaplan and a Colton Hughes.”
My heart starts pounding as my breaths come out all hoarse and shallow. “Yes.”
“We may need to talk to you as a witness,” he says in his scary voice. “Can you please provide your location?”
“I’m at my lake house,” I quickly say as my pulse races.
“Oh, that’s okay,” he quickly adds. “This is only a formality. We have to follow protocol. Can I please have the address to the cottage in case we need to contact you again?”
“Um, sure,” I say and then I give it to him.
“Thank you,” he says. “Do you know the whereabouts of Mr. Colton Hughes?”
“He’s with me,” I say without thinking.
“Thank you very much,” the officer says. “We’ll call you if there’s anything else.”
He hangs up and I hold the phone to my ear for an extra few seconds, feeling like something is wrong.
I’m about to bring it up to Colton when he walks back out with a hungry look in his eyes.
My mind goes blank as he struts over, looking sexy as hell in his jeans and t-shirt. His tattooed skin is glowing with the light from the fire and his blue eyes are making him look otherworldly. He’s so goddamn gorgeous and he’s all mine.
I’m about to say something, but my breath catches when he takes my hand and guides me to the long beach chair by the pool.
“What’s going on?” I ask as my cheeks start to burn hot. It’s that hungry look on his face. He’s openly staring at me and it’s making me all flustered, turning my brain to mush.
Without a word, he gently guides me onto the chair and then pushes my chest down until I’m staring up at the stars as heat starts growing inside of me, smoldering in intensity.
I feel his big hands on my yoga pants. His fingertips slide between the waistband of my panties and my hot skin and I gasp when he suddenly yanks them down. I’m already so wet and the cool breeze of the air tickles my throbbing lips as he pulls my pants down further.
“I’ve been wanting a taste of this ripe little pussy all day,” he growls as he looks down, helping himself to the view.
I’m a little shy and my knees are squeezed shut. Colton isn’t having any of it and right after he takes my pants off, his hands start spreading my legs apart.
I hold my breath and squeeze my eyes closed as he looks at everything. I’m completely naked for him down there and spread before his hungry eyes. Nobody has ever seen me like this before.
My cheeks are burning, but I force my eyes open to see his face. He’s staring at my spread pussy in awe, like he can’t get enough of what he’s seeing.
“This cunt,” he moans as he rubs his chin. “It’s so pretty. I’ve never seen such a beautiful shade of pink.”
A thrill rushes through me at seeing how turned on he is by my body. I open my legs a little further and he lets out a groan.
It starts to dawn on me that I like having him look at me spread open like this. There’s no more embarrassment. My cheeks stop blushing. My body was made for him, and he’s admiring it like he should.
He sucks in a breath as he slides a finger up my wet slit. Tingles erupt all over me and my mouth flies open as I roll my hips closer to him.
“You’re so wet,” he groans as he traces his two fingers through my folds. He lifts them up and shows me. His fingers are coated with my juices.
“What’s getting you wet, chipmunk? My big cock or my dirty words?”
“Everything,” I gasp. “You drive me crazy. I love everything about you. Your touch, your smell, it’s like you know just what to do with me.”