Desire C.B

29

Part two.

This chapter is EXTREMELY mature!!!!! From actions down to conversations, if you're immature please skip!

This entire chapter is smut. You're welcome

Warning: Sexual content

*Colby's POV*

I had no idea what to expect on the other side of the hotel room door.

Her text was so ominous.

Did she hate the romantic gesture? Was she still pissed at me?

I knocked on the hotel room door, not wanting to just barge in, even if it was our shared room.

"Come in!" I heard her call, confusing me.

Why didn't she just answer the door?

I slipped the keycard in, slowly pushing open the door.

The room appeared to be in the state I had left it in; I didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing.

The door closed softly behind me, my feet carrying me further in the room.

"Leigh?" I called out, standing in the empty shared space.

Don't tell me the hotel room is haunted.

Before the paranoia truly set in, the closed bathroom door creaked open, my head turning towards the noise.

The second my eyes landed on Leighton in the red lace, I swear my dick twitched.

Jesus Christ.

How the fuck is she so effortlessly hot?

"Do you like it?" She asked, the candlelight illuminating her silhouette as she stood in the dark archway of the bathroom.

"Do I like it? Of course I like it, Leigh. You're wearing this for me?" I questioned, not expecting this outcome.

"You did something nice for me... I wanted to do something nice for you" She explained, my heart beating in my chest.

"You were supposed to treat yourself..." I trailed off, extremely confused at how we ended up here.

"I did. I pampered myself for you. My skin is silky smooth, lotion-ed up, and ready to be devoured" She replied back, biting the right side of her bottom lip as the smile grew on her face.

I audibly groaned, my eyes trailing down her figure as I imagined what her beautiful legs felt like under the palm of my hands. 

"I thought you were mad at me?" I asked, my eyes trailing back up her body.

I can't get ahead of myself. She was pissed at me 12 hours ago. 

"I was" She said, slowly walking over to me. Her hand started at my shoulder before brushing down to my hand and shifting over to the hem of my shirt. "That's why I want to say sorry" She whispered near my ear, her soft lips pressing a just as soft kiss under my jaw.

I let out a low moan against my will, "Jesus baby" her lips finding my pulse point and sucking softly.

The second I felt her tongue against my skin, I wanted to toss her on this hotel bed covered in rose petals and have my way with her.

"Can I say sorry Colby?" She asked, her face right in front of mine, her lips ghosting my own.

"W-what?" I stuttered, my thoughts sporadic in my head.

Her hand slipped under my shirt, her fingertips grazing the defining lines of my stomach. "Take it off for me" She spoke softly, my hands immediately tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it on the ground.