In His Bed(14)

When his lips connected with the supple flesh of her mouth, she gasped, giving him the entrance he needed to slide his tongue home. Her neck stiffened, shoulders trembling as she pulled back with tight hands gripping the arms of the chair. She slowly leaned forward, the curiosity of a kiss painting her timid expression. She pulled back again.

“Shh,” he murmured, before tilting his head to caress his lips against the corner of her mouth. “Open for me, Lea. Don’t think, just kiss me.” He tilted his head the other way. She gently shook her head at the same moment her body melted against the back of the seat.

When her lips parted in protest he dove in. Hard and fast, he nipped her lip, hearing her moan into his mouth. The feral quickening of blood rushed from his head to fill his cock. Fuck, he needed to grab the length, desperate to feel some kind of relief. He used one hand to cradle her cheek in an attempt to slow the frantic pace of mouths grinding against lips and teeth.

“Colin,” she pleaded on a breathless whisper. “I can’t—” With the protest she leaned forward and cradled the back of his skull, pulling him down so she could reach to suckle on the side of his neck. “You smell so good,” she murmured against his skin.

Her sultry voice vibrated every tendon, muscle, fiber of his body. Tiny petting licks stroked the sensitive skin along his collarbone. When had a woman ever kissed him like this? Never.

Tiny ripples of pleasure waved through his chest, reaching down his torso to his dick. The heavy weight stretched the front of his pants. Two things bracketed his thoughts—he had to have this woman’s legs spread on the desk, and if he didn’t bury his face in her sweet pussy, he’d die.

“Goddamn, baby, come here.” Without effort he tugged her out of the chair while her small hands gripped his shoulders like a lifeline. To what he had no idea, but hell couldn’t stop him from saving her from anything. “Sit down.” He hoisted her ass onto the desk, ignoring the whispered protests about being too big for anything. “Lea,” he said, holding her hands against his chest. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. Just”—He slipped his lips over the tender shell of her ear, relishing the way she shivered. “Give me this moment with you. God, you feel amazing in my arms. How long has it been?” he asked, sensing the restrained tension tightening her arms.

She dipped her head. “Since what?”

“Since this, since a man has craved you driving him crazy. You’re making me insane, Lea. When you wear your hair down, I can’t think straight.” He twisted a thin strand around his index finger. Her eyes closed as her lush body swayed against his chest. “It makes me want to pull you close and keep you safe, make you happy, make your whole body shake from an earth-shattering orgasm.”

“Don’t say that.” She dipped her chin. “Why you? The one person who’s off limits is the one man who seems to make my body so unstable.”

One brick tumbling. “I like making your body unstable. You make mine crazy.”

When her gaze met his, he could see the fear on her face. “Your mom—”

“Is at home. We’re here, you and I.” He ran his fingers through the silky strands of her hair. “Hey, listen, slow your breathing. It’s okay, everything’s okay.” He hugged her close, praying she’d give him this moment. “I’m going to go get my trunks on.” He ran his hand up and down her spine. “You relax and come swim with us. I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself. I have to admit it’s going to be torture, but I’ll try to be a gentleman.”

She leaned back, brushing her hand over her forehead. “I’ll think about it.”

He stepped away, instantly feeling the coldness seeping in his veins. Like a dying inferno, his muscles shivered without her heat. She slipped off the desk. He stopped in the doorway, watching her sit back in the chair. “You’re not too big to fuck on a desk, on a table, or on a chair. You’re perfect.”

He walked out of the room before she could argue. Hope warmed his gut. She hadn’t denied him the kiss. Damn, her sweet mouth could make him crawl on his knees if it pleased her. He’d never felt a kiss invade his entire body. If Lea didn’t give him a chance, he feared he’d never feel it again.



*****



Lea sure as hell knew the difference between right and wrong, but at this very minute standing in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom, she questioned her ethics. Big time. First, she’d bargained with herself then made some very valid excuses to avoid going downstairs, then stepped into the one-piece swimsuit.