Page 110 of Earned Husband

It was actually pretty simple. Having your own space was completely tantalizing.

In the mornings, all I had to do was slip a robe over my naked body before I went to make coffee or breakfast, and it was even better when Colin joined me, lifting me onto the kitchen counter to pick right back up from where we’d left off the night before.

Then there were the nights themselves.

All day long, Colin and I had acted like completely normal people. We’d gone to his office and checked in on the manufacturing facility they were converting for the perfumery. We’d gone golfing with Isaac, downloaded my pictures to his laptop, and even started a movie.

Totally normal, perhaps even mundane, things.

Yet here we were, with him carrying me to bed like a caveman with absolutely no manners. When I shouted with laughter,feeling like I was going to slide off his shoulder going up the stairs, no one came running to make sure I was okay.

I let out a loud, anticipatory moan when he dropped straight to his knees after setting me down, and again, nothing happened. There was no one around to hear me. I could be as loud as I wanted, and it was extremely liberating—and also extremely hot.

As Colin rolled my jeans and panties off, I lay down on the bed, my core already soaked and my whole body already on edge. The mere thought that he and I could do anything we liked here and no one was about to stop us was addictive. When I finally moved in here for good, I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to let him leave the house for at least a month, but that was a problem for another day.

Colin’s fingertips dragged across my now bare calves, dancing lightly across my skin. I shivered, and he lifted his eyes to mine. “Cold?”

“Nah, it wasn’t that.”

“Well, just in case.” He reached for the air-condition controller and turned the temperature up a few degrees, once again proving that no matter what, he was always thinking about me. Needing to know that I was comfortable. Happy. “Better?”

I nodded, sat up on the mattress, and reached for the fly of his jeans. My eyes rose to watch him when I popped open the button. “You are any woman’s dream come true, Colin Thayer.”

“What?”

“I’m serious.” I smiled when he gave me a quizzical frown. “So many other men would’ve only focused on getting inside me once you had my pants off, but not you. You’re worried about the temperature.”

“Because it’s cold and you’re from a very hot country.”

“You’re very hot,” I teased, sliding the short length of his zipper down before lowering my gaze to take in the bulge behind it. “In more ways than one, it seems.”

“See, I wasn’t only thinking about the temperature,” he said, his voice was already a little huskier, but as ever, he didn’t rush me or push for more.

Instead, he waited patiently as I let my fingers glide below the seam of his waistband, the backs of them brushing against his skin from one hip to the other. His breaths started coming faster, and when I glanced up again, his eyes were closed and his Adam’s apple bobbed on a swallow.

I felt a fresh rush of heat between my legs, my own need building right along with his. Finally lifting his waistband over his erection, I pushed his pants and underwear down while he kicked off his shoes. His shirt went next, his chest heaving as he grabbed it at the back of his collar and just pulled it clean off.

Standing naked in front of me, he was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen and I didn’t waste any time wrapping one of my hands around his hip, moving my head forward to suck him into my mouth. Colin sucked in a sharp breath that ran into a groan, his fingers sliding into my hair.

I took him deeper, relishing every sound he made as I let my tongue glide across his tip. Bringing my fingers up between his legs, I squeezed him before wrapping them around the base of his shaft, moving my hand in unison with my mouth.

It wasn’t long before he was panting, stepping out of my grasp to push me back down on the bed. Those gray eyes were slightly wild, his cock so swollen that I had a feeling he was only seconds away, but instead of reaching for a condom, he took the bottom of my sweater in a firm grip and lifted it over my head.

My shirt and bra vanished like magic, landing in a heap on the floor with his clothes. His mouth crashed down on mine in afrantic, fiery kiss that had me moaning and grinding against him in no time.

“If that’s the game you want to play, let’s see how long you last,” he murmured against my lips, immediately sliding down the length of my body and sealing his mouth over my clit. I moaned, my hips bucking at the sensation of his wet mouth on me.

And the suction. God, don’t even get me started on that.

“I wasn’t playing a game,” I protested breathlessly. “Let’s not see how long anyone can last.”

He let out a chuckle that vibrated right through me. “Yeah, I agree. You shouldn’t last, because I’m sure as heck not going to.”

Every word he said brought me closer, his lips moving against my folds, but I still found a laugh slipping out of me. “Says you. You always last.”

“Only because I’m trying to be manly.”

“Trust me, I know you’re a man.”