that was the last thing he wanted, he decided to use his friends Ben and Jerry to smooth things over.
He scooped out another spoonful and held it out her. “Supplies are getting low. Better get over here and get yours before it’s gone.” She didn’t need to know he’d bought three pints of her favorite flavor to get them through the weekend.
She crawled onto the bed and made a beeline for the ice cream.
Colton fed her a bite and took another for himself as she settled into the pillows next to him. He let his gaze take a leisurely trip from her toenails, which were painted purple, up smooth legs and a flat belly to breasts that were unencumbered under the tank that molded to her body. Remembering the sweet taste of her nipples had Colton shifting to hide his immediate reaction to her nearness.
Another bad thing about the long-distance relationship, he’d discovered, was too much time in between to think and reconsider and replay what’d happened the last time, which meant they had to start from scratch again every time they reunited.
The stopping and starting could give a guy whiplash if he let it. As much as that frustrated him, he was determined to be patient with her. The last thing he wanted was for her to say she couldn’t do this anymore.
He was dying to talk to someone about how he felt about her. Under normal circumstances, he’d seek out one of his older brothers—probably Will. Hunter was more closed off and remote. Will was always more accessible, and he’d have good advice to give, having recently gone through a similar situation with Cameron. But because he’d promised Lucy not to tell anyone, especially Will, that they were seeing each other, he’d kept his mouth shut and respected her wishes.
He would continue to do so for as long as she felt it was necessary, but he hoped it wouldn’t be much longer.
“That is so good,” she said after most of the ice cream had been consumed. “One of my favorite treats.” She turned her head to face him. “Thank you.”
Colton placed the empty container and spoon on the bedside table. “My pleasure.”
She continued to look at him as if she were making a major decision of some sort. In that moment, he’d give anything to be able to read her mind. After she stared at him for a full minute, he said, “What?”
“I like to look at you.”
“I like when you look at me.” His suggestive tone made her flush from head to toe, which she’d told him she hated. He quite liked it. “Why are you way over there when I’m way over here?” In truth there was only a foot between them, but that was far too much space for what he had in mind.
She scooted closer to him, and he met her halfway.
“Hey,” he said when her lips were only an inch away from his.
“Hey.”
“What’s up?”
“I don’t know,” she said with a nervous laugh. “What’s up with you?”
“You really want to know?”
“Um, I don’t know. Do I?”
“I think you do. I think you really want to know, and you really want to be here with me this way, but you need to give yourself permission to stop worrying about what happens next and just enjoy right now. Can you do that?”
“I can try.”
“Then I’ll show you what’s up.” He cupped her shoulder, slid his fingers down her arm and wrapped his hand around hers. Once he had a firm grip on her hand, he placed it over the erection that pulsed between them.
Lucy gasped at his audacity but didn’t withdraw her hand. Instead she pressed against him and made his eyes roll back in his head. “Where did that come from?”
“You did that.”
“How did I do it?”
“You walked in here looking all sorts of hot and adorable.”
She tried to pull her hand back, but he held her in place with his hand on top of hers.
“Don’t. Don’t pull away from me.”
“I’m not hot, Colton. I don’t know why you’d say that.”
“Are you serious? You’ve got your hand on the evidence to the contrary, babe.” He
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