Colin didn't move until his knot went down, a heavy, perfect weight on top of me, licking lazily at my mating mark and pressing hot kisses to my throat when it made me shiver.
I floated there, suspended in warmth and wrapped in his strength.
Finally, he pulled out slowly, kissed me, and pushed up, rolling off of me and leaving the room without a word. I heard water running, cabinets opening and closing, and a thump and curse.
I smiled up at the ceiling like an idiot. Colin. In my bathroom, dropping things and making a mess, mated to me.
It still didn't feel real.
He came back with a wet towel and wiped me down, following the cloth's path with kisses and caresses, and managing to get the remnants of my shirt off in the process.
He finally tossed the towel off onto the floor somewhere and lay down again, wrapping me in his arms and turning me on my side to face him. We lay eye to eye, a tangle of sweaty limbs.
