The Rules of Dating(55)

“Is there anything else you need from me?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Then I’m leaving. Good luck with her…”

Colby had been waiting by the door, playing with his phone. He stood when I approached.

I put my hands on my hips. “I want to go back to your apartment and grind myself against your erection until I get myself off while fully clothed. Are you good with that?”

His brows shot up, but he got over the shock really quickly. “Absofuckinglutely.”

“Good, let’s go.”

***

Unfortunately, my gusto didn’t last. My anger morphed into disappointment during the Uber ride back to Colby’s. But Colby was really good at reading me and gave me the space I needed until we walked into his apartment.

“How about I finish dinner?” he said.

I smiled. “That would be great.”

He moved around the kitchen, taking the things he needed from the refrigerator and putting his sauce and a pot of water back on the stove. When he was done, he lifted me back onto the counter where I’d been sitting earlier and spread my legs so he could stand between them.

“Talk to me.”

I shook my head. “I fell for her shit again. I thought she was scared and needed my help. But really she just wanted me to give the police details on some of my friends who’d been at the gallery so they could investigate them as suspects.”

Colby frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know when I’ll ever learn with her.” I sighed. “I’m sorry I ruined our date. I know you have very little time without Saylor.”

“You didn’t ruin anything. In fact, I’m a little relieved to find your life can be chaotic once in a while. I feel like it’s always me—having to bring my daughter when we spend time together because the sitter cancels, having to get home before I turn into a pumpkin…” He shrugged. “This is life, and it’s not always easy. In fact, mine is usually a big, fat mess. But I want to share that mess with you, and I want you to share whatever mess you have with me.”

I looked into Colby’s eyes. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

He smiled and gently tapped two of his fingers to my temple. “Well, what do you know? This thick skull is penetrable after all.”

I smiled back. This man had opened up his world for me to come in, and it finally felt like time to do the same. I took a deep breath. “I’m crazy about you, Colby.”

Colby’s face turned serious. “The feeling is mutual. And I’m not going to let you down, Billie.”

I nodded. “I think I’ve always known that. But I was afraid to let myself believe it.”

“Believe it. Believe in me.”

The moment just felt right in my soul. “I want you, Colby.”

His eyes jumped back and forth between mine. “You mean you want to straddle me on the couch and dry-hump me?”

I smiled. “No. I want you inside of me.”

“You sure?”

“I’m absolutely positive.”

Colby lifted me off the countertop and carried me to his bedroom. He set me down in the middle of his bed with my head on his pillow. “There are so many things I want to do to you. Remember a few weeks ago, you said you liked me bossy?”

I nodded.

His lips curved into the sexiest smile. “Raise your arms. Hold onto the headboard and don’t let go.”

Oh God. The air in the room seemed to crackle as I did what he asked.

Colby unbuckled my jeans and slid them down my legs. He hooked a finger into one side of my panties and yanked, causing them to snap.

I gasped and white-knuckled the headboard. Colby licked his lips from the foot of the bed as he looked down at me. “Open your legs.”

He hadn’t laid a finger on me, yet I could feel my orgasm building. I did as he asked and spread my legs on the bed. Colby’s eyes were fixed on my pussy.

“Wider. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

Everything tightened as I spread my legs as wide as possible.

Colby shook his head. “You’re gorgeous everywhere. I’m going to lick you until you beg for my cock.”

I wasn’t sure where this side of Colby had come from, but I fucking loved it. I was about ten seconds away from begging already.

Colby lifted his shirt over his head and climbed onto the bed. He stopped, hovering over me. “Don’t let go of that headboard. Not for any reason.”

I couldn’t form words, so I gave the faintest nod. But it was apparently enough to satisfy Colby, and he buried his face between my legs. There were no teasing licks, or fluttering foreplay; he dove in. His tongue lapped at my wetness, nose pushed against my clit, and he moved his head from side to side while he devoured me. My hips churned as the muscles in my thighs began to tremble.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered. I had the strongest urge to dig my hands into his hair and pull violently. But I continued gripping the headboard, for fear he might stop. Never in my life had an orgasm built so voraciously. Colby’s tongue moved up to torment my clit, lashing and flicking before he sucked it into his mouth. Two fingers slid inside of me and pumped in and out.

My back arched off the bed. “Colby!”

He pumped harder, using his other hand to press against my stomach and hold me down. The sounds of his fingers pushing in and out of my wetness was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. There was no slow build to the edge of the cliff, I flew over—crying out his name as my body clamped down hard around his fingers.