Colin’s chuckle was relaxed and easy. “You’re asking me that while you’re looking for a condom?”
“I’m prepared to beg.”
The laugh turned deeper. “Unnecessary but not unwelcome.”
I found what I needed and crawled back to him, kissing him again because I simply couldn’t get enough. “Please, Colin Kearns, will you be mine? Will you come home with me when the snow melts and let me show you I can be worthy of you? Will you give me a chance?”
The warmth of his affection was clear in his eyes, and it amazed me. “Yes.”
After prepping him and murmuring sweet words in his ear I wasn’t even sure he could hear, I slid inside his body and almost choked on my tongue. “Oh sweet fucking god. Oh fuck. Colin, fuck.”
His hands clenched on my back as he adjusted, but then he began commanding me. “Go. More.”
Colin’s knees pressed up toward his shoulders, and just the sight of him in this position made me feel dizzy. “Not going to last with you like this,” I admitted on a hiss. “Feel so fucking good.”
He reached up for my face and pulled me down for a hungry kiss. “Try, ’cause this feels so good. Need you.”
I rolled my hips into him, making us both groan. As my dick slid out and pushed back in, we locked eyes and stayed that way. Our bodies knew exactly what to do with each other. It was like a dance we’d been perfecting our whole lives, and it was one I hoped to dance with him forever.
When he finally shouted out his release, I let myself lose control. I shuttled in and out of him a few more times and lost myself in the tight squeeze of him.
I was home. And I never wanted to leave the warm welcome of his body.
We lay there in a sweaty pile of ragged breaths and twisted limbs. Maybe this wasn’t the best time to speak the words of my heart, considering we’d only been on good terms for a matter of hours. But I couldn’t stop myself. I’d wanted him for such a long time.
The pink sparkly rack hanging above the fireplace caught my eye, making me wonder if I could find the same one to surprise him with one day as an inside joke.
I glanced back at him. “I love you, Colin Kearns. I love the way you talk, and I love the way you think. I want to be with you. I want us to build a life together. And I really, really fucking want you to tell me you love me too, so neither of us ever has to decorate another house with glitter and antlers ever again.”
His eyes filled with tears, and I feared the worst for a split second. “I do,” I wailed. “I really effing do.”
My heart soared. Could this be real?
“C’mere, sweetheart,” I said, wrapping him up in my arms and thanking God and the universe for snowing us in together on New Year’s Eve. “It’s almost midnight, and we have a lot to celebrate.”
I kissed him thoroughly before standing and reaching down to pull him up. We found the nearest bathroom with a shower. Thankfully, it was already fully supplied with towels and toiletries. Hopefully Ruby Granger would understand when we told her about being stranded at her place.
Showering with a naked Colin was heaven. I scrubbed him to within an inch of his life and sucked his dick a little in the process. When we finally finished, I practically had to pour him back onto the fuzzy rug in front of the fire.
I grabbed us some bottled water from my work cooler and a few decorated cupcakes from the flirt brigade before returning to him and offering him a fuzzy rug picnic.
“Tell me your dreams,” I said like a total cheeseball before biting into the cupcake.
He chuckled. “No pressure, huh?”
I shrugged and fed him a bite of cupcake.
After he swallowed, he took a sip of water. “I really want to design commercial spaces. I love having to blend style with function, and sometimes commercial spaces are the most challenging. When I was in design school, I had to do a project showing how I would design a clothing boutique. The professor gave us a list of considerations, and many of them were things I’d never thought about before. Maximizing the amount of inventory on display while maximizing the visibility of that inventory. Including efficient flow that optimized getting a customer through the store in a way that showed them as much of the inventory as possible without being too overwhelming. All the while, the boutique needed to have a country-western feel while also looking like something in Beverly Hills.”
“Whoa,” I said. “That sounds like a tall order.”
He nodded. “But it was like a puzzle. I loved it. I fell in love with trying to fit all of those different pieces into the same puzzle and also show my own personal style in the design. That was when I fell in love with designing commercial spaces.”