I giggle as he sets me down in the middle of the bath. Running to the glass shower wall, I let out a long sigh of contentment as I open the large door in the center. The massive bathtub takes up a large portion of the right side, but the entire left is dominated by showerheads on the ceiling and the walls. There's a long bench and tons of insets for shampoo, conditioner and body wash. This couldn't be more perfect. For years I've dreamt of having a separate wet room, and now, I have one. Looking over my shoulder at Colin who has been assessing my reaction, I wiggle my eyebrows. "Get ready to spend a ton of time in here,” I tease.
“I’ve been ready,” he answers huskily.
I walk out of the wet room directly into his arms, hugging him tightly. Standing on my tiptoes, I rain kisses on his face. "You did really, really good."
8
Elena-Now
"You keep doing that, and we won't make it into the closet," he says huskily.
I'm all for clothes but if I'm picking up what he's putting down correctly I really, really want not to make it into the closet right now.
"I'll take door number two," I say cheekily. "Show me. It's fine with me if we don't make it into the closet until much, much later."
Colin laughs, grips me by the waist and lifts me up and off of my feet in one fluid movement. I laugh and wrap my legs around his torso as he carries me into the bedroom. Into our bedroom. As much as a part of me is screaming ‘pinch yourself bitch, this can't be real life’—I know down to my marrow that nothing has ever been more real. I've never been more grounded in reality even though my feet feel like they'll never touch the ground again.
We both laugh when he rips the comforter down before dramatically plopping me on our bed so that I bounce a little. "Mm," I grin. "Comfy. I think I'm going to love this bed."
Coming to the edge of the bed he stands between my legs before placing his hand behind my neck as he grins down at me. "I think you're going to love the things we do in this bed even more," he says. The promise in his voice makes my nipples hard.
"Kiss me," I say, just loud enough for him to be able to hear.
"Always," he answers before swooping in and doing just that.
Again, the way this man kisses is a form of art. I lose myself in it completely, many minutes passing as we learn each other all over again. Kissing Colin is like coming home and walking through fire. When he lifts his head and breaks the kiss, I'm breathing like someone who just ran a 5k. I start to pout but quickly stop when he tugs at the hem of my shirt before he starts pulling it up. Raising my arms up, I let out a happy sound when he pulls it over my head before tossing it toward the end of the bed. Crouching down, he pulls off my Converse and my ankle socks before standing.
His eyes blaze with unchecked desire as he takes in my periwinkle pushup bra. "You're so gorgeous," he groans. "Did you know that ever since the summer we went to the beach at the end of your freshman year I've been fucking obsessed with you?"
Approximately eight trillion butterflies take flight in my stomach. "Really?"
He looks into my eyes as he nods. "You're without compare, Leni. One day you were just as you'd always been. The next, you were everything. It scared the ever-loving fuck out of me at first because of the age difference. Now I just love you too much to care," he admits as he traces circles over my stomach with his right index finger.
I lift my hand to reach out and cover his. "I love you too. So, so much."
The rest of my clothes and then his are peeled away layer by layer between soul deep kisses that mean more than any words ever could. When I get my first look at Colin naked, I lose my breath. Clothed he's spectacular. Naked, he's a god. If I were an artist, I'd paint pictures or chisel his likeness out of marble. When he spreads my legs and starts trailing kisses down my naked body, I feel combustible. The first time he did this I didn't know what to expect. Now that I know how good his mouth feels on me, I can hardly wait to retake the ride.
The first swipe of his tongue against my center has me arching my back and crying out his name. "Fucking love the taste of you," he growls as he slowly pushes a finger inside. A few minutes later he adds another. I feel stretched and full with just the two fingers, but I know that in a few minutes I'll be feeling a hell of a lot more than that.