Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 95545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Somehow Alyssa manages to accomplish the impossible, and all thoughts of Candace and the hurt pounding through me vanish. Maybe it’ll be short-lived, and in an hour, the pain will come rushing back, filling me to the brim, but I’ll take it.
I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Alyssa
This night has swerved in a direction I could have never predicted when I found Colton waiting outside the fine arts building earlier this afternoon. Even though I’ve done everything possible to keep him at arm’s length in an effort to avoid developing further feelings, it’s been a losing battle from the beginning. If I hadn’t realized it when we talked in his bedroom earlier this evening, I certainly do now.
There has always been something undeniable between us, and I’m tired of fighting the feelings that continue to simmer beneath the surface. I’m tired of denying they exist in a feeble attempt to move on. I can’t do it anymore. I have no idea what will happen between us or how it will end. If it’s anything like last time, it’ll be badly. What I do know is that there is relief to be found in finally coming to terms with the situation.
I place my palms on his chest before slowly sliding them upward, needing to feel the sinewy strength that lies beneath. I rise to my tiptoes until my lips can brush across his. My hands drift from his chest to the rock-solid definition of his abdominals before dropping lower and brushing over his hard length. He stiffens beneath my touch. With one final kiss, I sink to my knees and angle my head to hold his gaze.
“You don’t have to do that,” he rasps, carefully sweeping the hair away from my face. “It’s not the reason I asked you here.”
“I know.” My lips feather over the blunt tip of his erection. “I want to.” As the response bursts free, I realize just how true it is. I love Colton’s cock. I love the way it feels in my mouth. I love breaking him down and the way he loses control. Especially now that I know how tightly leashed he keeps his emotions.
As if to prove the words, my tongue darts out to lick the crown. When he groans, I draw him into my mouth. My gaze stays trained on him as his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me loosely in place.
“Fuck, baby. You have no idea how much I missed this,” he growls.
The feel of him turning to steel as he slides against the muscles of my throat is its own reward. It only proves what I’ve been so intent on denying—not only to him but to myself. Sex with Colton has always been explosive. Addictive. All-consuming. Whether I realized it or not, Colton has been the measuring stick I used against every guy I’ve been with. And they’ve always come up sadly lacking.
At this very moment, with all these emotions careening around inside me, it seems foolish that I ever thought I could move on from him so easily. Or that I could somehow will it with my mind.
His fingers tighten around the sides of my skull as I draw him in so deep that he nudges the back of my throat. The lines of tension filling his face ease, leaving behind pure bliss in its place.
Me.
I’m the one capable of making him forget. I’m the one who is able to wipe away all the anguish that plagues him.
Instead of feathering his eyes closed and tilting his head back, so he can savor the pleasure, his gaze stays pinned to mine as if he doesn’t want to miss a single moment. As if he’s singeing this experience into his memory for all eternity.
“I love the way you suck my cock. There’s nothing hotter than watching it disappear between your lips.”
A punch of arousal slams into me full force, and my panties flood with heat. No one has ever turned me on like he does. His erection grows unbearably hard. When his muscles tighten and his fingers dig into my scalp, I know he’s hovering at the edge of his release.
“I’m going to cum,” he groans.
The admission only spurs on my movements. My mouth turns voracious as I draw him deeper until the crown of his cock hits the back of my throat. Until I’m able to reach the root of him. It takes every bit of concentration not to gag.
“Fuck.”
And then he’s exploding. I drink down the hot spurts, milking him until his body loosens, and his thick length turns slack in my mouth. It’s only then that I release him and nuzzle the velvety tip with my lips. His hands loosen, sliding from my hair to beneath my arms as he drags me off my knees and to my feet. His lips descend in a hungry kiss that is both possessive and consuming before he spins us around and walks us backward. Before I realize what’s happening, my back hits the bed, and he’s falling on top of me, pinning me to the mattress.