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No matter what, I wasn t going to hide from what I was feeling. What happened to Kevin and what
I d seen Friday night proved that life was truly too short to not live it.
To be a coward.
Walking into my bedroom, I kicked off my flip-flops as I glanced at the dress I planned to wear
tonight. It wasn t fancy, just a cotton eyelet pattern dress, but I was trying to get more comfortable
in my own skin. Reaching down, pulling my shirt off, cool air washed over my breasts and the already
hardened nipples tingled sharply. As I pulled off my bottoms, I couldn t help but imagine Colton
doing it. I could easily see him on his knees, staring up at me with those ocean-blue eyes.
My stomach hallowed as I sat on the edge of my bed. I needed to shower and get ready, but my hand
floated to the base of my throat. There was a moment of hesitation as I bit down on my lower lip. I
knew what my body wanted what I wanted. The tension had been building all week and I felt like I
was going to crawl out of my skin.
Getting off had been kind of clinical in the past, almost as if I was detached from what I was doing
and feeling. It was just about feeling a few moments of pleasure, but this, right now, was so much
more potent. My hand trembled as I realized what I wanted to do and this time, it was so different.
The sharp swirl of pleasure built as I drew my hand down. My arm brushed over the tip of my breast,
causing me to suck in a shallow breath. I wasn t thinking as I dragged my fingers down, my nails
scrapping lightly over the puckered nipple. Colton consumed my thoughts as my hand drifted down
my stomach, beyond my navel. The moment my fingers brushed through the gathering wetness, a
breathy moan escaped me. I slipped a finger in as I pressed the palm of my hand against the nub of
nerves.
Pleasure pounded, heavy and intense. I let myself fall back against the bed as I widened my legs. My
eyes were opened into thin slits. I could see the tips of my breasts, the curve of my stomach, and my
hand moving between my thighs.
I d never watched myself before, but I couldn t look away this time, and my heart thumped fast as I
lifted my hips, meeting the thrust of my finger. There was something wholly erotic about this about
watching what I was doing.
My breathing turned shallow, and in an instant, I saw Colton s head bowed between my thighs
instead of my hand, and it was his fingers instead of mine, his mouth. The tension coiled and then
unraveled without warning, whipping throughout me. I kicked my head back, crying out in the silence
of my bedroom. The release was more intense than anytime I d ever done this, shocking me.
Closing my eyes, I let out a long sigh as I slowly pulled my hand away, letting it rest on my belly. God,
my hormones were out of control.
Actually, my emotions were out of control, but in a very good way. My lips curved up at the corners,
forming a small, sated smile. I blinked open my eyes, my gaze focusing on the ceiling. My muscles
were nothing and moving from this bed was the last thing I wanted, but I&
I felt& alive.
* * * *
Colton really did know the way to my heart.
Crab rangoons.
When he showed up Sunday evening, he d brought a delicious array of takeout, including my
weakness, which existed in the form of crab and cream cheese. He d also brought a movie with him
since I d replaced the TV a few days ago. It wasn t nearly as nice or as big as the first one, but it
would have to do until I could justify spending hundreds of dollars on a larger TV. He d brought with
him a remake of an old-school horror film that had traumatized me as a small child, and when we
finished dinner, he popped the movie in.
We started off sitting side by side, but before we were even fifteen minutes into the movie, Colton
stretched out his long body across the couch. He managed to coax me down so I was lying beside
him, my head tucked against his arm and his hand resting lightly on my hip.
At that point, I pretty much stopped watching the movie.
Kevin and I had done this so many times, favoring bumming around the house many Saturday nights
instead of going out. I expected there to be a pang of sorrow, but what I felt was a shadow of the
hurt I had lived with in the months and even years after his death. I knew beyond a doubt that if
Kevin was aware of what I was doing right now with Colton, he would be happy. Knowing that made
it easy to relax against Colton.
But that relaxation quickly turned to keen awareness. With every breath Colton took, I was conscious
of just how close we were. The scene of a screaming girl on the TV became nothing more than [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]