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“I care about you. I don’t want to hurt?—”
Stepping into him, I ran my hands up his chest. “I know, Marc. I don’t need a ring or big gestures. We’re two adults who are attracted to each other.”
He lowered his head, his lips brushing against mine. “Fuck yeah.”
I loved the need in his voice. “I just want you.”
“We enjoy each other, but we stay friends after. No matter what.”
My stomach twisted, but I managed a smile. I was taking this chance. I was going to be with Marc, for however long we had. “Friends.”
I took his hand and towed him through my darkened house, down the short hallway, and into my bedroom. I turned on the bedside lamp. I wanted to see every inch of him.
He stayed in the doorway, looking around. My room was kind of girly. There was a white comforter and lots of pillows in a multitude of colors. Beautiful blue curtains covered the window, one wall was brilliant turquoise, and the floor was a golden wood.
“Dove, I love your bed.”
Smiling, I stopped in front of him. “Good.”
“It’s going make me feel like the big, tough guy getting naughty with the pretty, girlie girl.”
I laughed, and he put his hands on my hips and walked me backward.
My chest locked. I realized that this wasn’t just sex for me. It felt like more, felt bigger.
Stop overthinking, Colbie.
He paused at the edge of the bed, his gaze on me.
“If you’re not feeling it tonight, we can just watch a movie. Just as long as you let me sleep in the bed with you. I want to hold you and know you’re okay.”
My insides melted. He’d read my hesitation. He was a good guy. He’d give me whatever I needed—sex or no sex.
I slid my arms around his neck. “I want everything.”
His blue eyes flared. “Okay, dove.” He nudged me back and my legs hit the bed. “Hold on, because everything it is.” We went down.
He rolled to the side, his mouth back on mine. I arched into him, moaning. I tugged on his T-shirt, and then he helped me pull it over his head.
Yum. I ran my hands over warm, sleek skin. And all his hard muscles.
He pulled back, then made quick work of my shirt. A moment later, my bra was gone, too.
I pressed my mouth to his chest, running my teeth over his flat nipple. I wanted to explore. I wanted my mouth all over him.
“God, Colbie—” He groaned deeply.
I ran my hands down his hard abs. “I love your body.”
The hungry look on his face intensified. “I like yours better.” One of his hands cupped my breast, tweaking my nipple.
Extra yum.
Then he kissed me again. I moaned against his lips, and felt his hands unfastening my jeans. Then he was sliding his hands in to cup my ass. I lifted my hips, and he maneuvered to pull the denim off me.
“Fuck, look at you.” His voice was thick, his gaze all over my naked body.
Then, he lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth.
