Truth or Dare by Sloan Johnson Page B

plain white t-shirt underneath. With his bare skin exposed to me, I lean forward, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the center of his chest. The audible hiss when I nip at his taut nipple encourages me to continue. “I love you so much, Colby.”
    As my sensuous assault on his torso continues, I feel him working the clasp at the back of my canary yellow lace bra, chosen because it matched the rest of my outfit. His fingers loop beneath the straps and he pulls them down my shoulders. His pace is painfully slow. The part of me that wants to savor the night has been silenced by the wanton woman who is starving to feel Colby’s touch everywhere.
    He cups the sides of my face, claiming my mouth in a kiss so intense it could light up the dark room. Our tongues curl and tangle, fighting for purchase as the bare skin of our bodies presses together, the smattering of coarse hair on his chest torturing my overly sensitive nipples. 
    My head falls back as he begins leaving a trail of lingering kisses along my jaw to the hollow behind my ear and then down my neck. Every languid touch stokes the fire building deep in my core. My fingers weave in his unruly blond curls, never wanting there to be any disconnect between his mouth and my skin. I feel as if we’re floating as Colby moves us to my bed, easing me onto my back on the plush comforter.
    “I love you too, Lea. And I plan on showing you just how much over and over tonight.” His breath ghosting over my moist nipples causes me to shiver for the split-second before he seals his mouth over the tight, rosy bud, flicking and sucking until I’m writhing on the bed. “I’ve thought about what it would be like to have you this way, but even the best dreams couldn’t compare to the reality. You’re beautiful, laid out like that for me.”
    His hand tenderly moves to brush the red curls away from my face. The way he hovers with his face inches from mine, staring into my eyes, is almost enough to bring me to tears. “So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he groans between punishing kisses. “And all mine.”
    The smile on his face mirrors my own as I reach up to run my hands over the neatly trimmed whiskers on his strong jaw. “Forever,” I promise him. Even though we’ve never talked about the future, I know that I mean that one simple word. There’s no one else I can see spending the rest of my life with, even if it means being in a state of chaos for a while.
    My body seizes for a moment when I feel Colby reach between our bodies to release the button on my jeans. This is it. The sounds of our ragged breaths fill the air as he slowly lowers the zipper, my hips arching slightly to allow him to slide the denim over my hips.
    Once again, I see him staring at me with a tenderness I never knew him to be capable of. My nerves come to life as he trails his hands along my thighs to my hips and back up my body. The words “I love you” flow from his lips on repeat as he takes his time learning every inch of my body, and I’m unable to plead with him to hurry, to give me what I’m dying to feel because this moment is the one that will last forever in my mind. The first time I’m with the man I will love until the day I die.
    “You’re already so wet for me,” he says with a smile as one hand dips beneath the yellow lace of my panties. “I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside of you, feel you coating me.” Two fingers thrust inside of me as if to punctuate his statement.
    “More,” I finally beg, the words barely discernable through the moans. My entire body begins to tense as I feel his fingers bringing me to the edge of the cliff, preparing me to soar to climax. “Colby, I need all of you.”
    My hands begin fumbling, trying to find the closure on his black dress slacks. He laughs at my lack of grace, distracting me by once again closing his mouth over my breast. When I finally manage to shove his briefs over his narrow hips, I celebrate the groan that I both hear and feel.