a little while longer, but the feeling wouldn’t abate. If anything, the edge only grew sharper, honed by frustration. After another twenty minutes, he made his exit, heading home to a cold shower and something stronger than beer.
Dropping his keys and phone on the table by the front door, Colin went straight for the kitchen and the bottle of Jack in the cupboard over the sink. Vetoing the need for a glass, he unscrewed the lid and took a drink. The whiskey was still burning its way down his throat when his doorbell rang.
Everyone he knew was still at Eric’s, so he ignored it, only for it to ring again and again a moment later. At least now he could unleash this bad mood on someone who deserved his ire, and he wrenched open the door to do exactly that.
Jamie.
He hadn’t thought he was drunk enough— yet —to hallucinate. She was backlit by the streetlight, her features shadowed, fingers nervously twisting around themselves. Her lips pressed together as she met his eyes, and Colin’s tongue felt too thick to say anything.
It seemed like an age passed before she spoke. “I looked you up and your address is listed. So I came by.” She paused and swallowed. “Can I come in?”
He had absolutely no idea what to say, so he nodded and stepped back, opening the door farther for her, and Jamie hesitated for a second before coming in. It was an awkward moment as Jamie closed the door and leaned slightly against it. He waited for her to speak, but when she didn’t, he held the bottle in her direction. “Want a drink?”
To his surprise, she nodded, turning the bottle up for a long swallow before grimacing and handing it back. His body felt as though it was vibrating, wanting to touch her, but her silence was unnerving.
Then her hands were on him, wrapping around his neck and pulling his head down to hers as she rose up on tiptoes to meet his mouth.
Pure want hit him with the force of a hurricane, causing him to weave dangerously off balance before righting himself by anchoring his body to hers. Jamie’s arms tightened, pulling her into even closer contact as her tongue slipped inside his mouth.
He groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss, feeding off her as if he’d been starving for weeks.
Which, in a way, he had.
Jamie’s fingers threaded through his hair, holding him, and he caught her sigh in his mouth as she melted against him. Her kiss was hot, wicked and wild, and he trapped her between his body and the wall.
There was no hesitation in her responses, no holding back as she writhed against him, the raw, carnal nature of it completely at odds with the careful distance she’d kept before.
He didn’t know what had changed, but he wasn’t going to question it too much, either.
And this time, he certainly wasn’t going to rush.
He gentled the kiss, running his hands over her cheeks, letting his thumbs stroke her temples and loosening the mass of hair until it fell around her shoulders. Jamie’s nails bit into his shoulders in protest as he released her lips and moved down to the soft skin of her neck, slowly and deliberately. With a sigh, her head fell back, giving him better access, and he felt the small shivers of pleasure move over her body as he traced her collarbone with his tongue.
“Colin.”
His name was half-sigh, half-groan, escaping from kiss-swollen lips under hooded eyes, and it cut through him like a hot knife, nearly derailing his plan to go slow and savor her.
But if he didn’t get her to the bedroom soon, he was going to take her there on the hardwood floor of his foyer without a single regret. As if she were reading his mind, Jamie boosted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and whispered, “Bedroom,” in his ear.
He was all too happy to oblige, thankful it wasn’t a long walk. In the dim light of his bedroom, he set her carefully on her feet, letting every inch of her body touch his in the process. It was a sweet torture.
One tug and
Dropping his keys and phone on the table by the front door, Colin went straight for the kitchen and the bottle of Jack in the cupboard over the sink. Vetoing the need for a glass, he unscrewed the lid and took a drink. The whiskey was still burning its way down his throat when his doorbell rang.
Everyone he knew was still at Eric’s, so he ignored it, only for it to ring again and again a moment later. At least now he could unleash this bad mood on someone who deserved his ire, and he wrenched open the door to do exactly that.
Jamie.
He hadn’t thought he was drunk enough— yet —to hallucinate. She was backlit by the streetlight, her features shadowed, fingers nervously twisting around themselves. Her lips pressed together as she met his eyes, and Colin’s tongue felt too thick to say anything.
It seemed like an age passed before she spoke. “I looked you up and your address is listed. So I came by.” She paused and swallowed. “Can I come in?”
He had absolutely no idea what to say, so he nodded and stepped back, opening the door farther for her, and Jamie hesitated for a second before coming in. It was an awkward moment as Jamie closed the door and leaned slightly against it. He waited for her to speak, but when she didn’t, he held the bottle in her direction. “Want a drink?”
To his surprise, she nodded, turning the bottle up for a long swallow before grimacing and handing it back. His body felt as though it was vibrating, wanting to touch her, but her silence was unnerving.
Then her hands were on him, wrapping around his neck and pulling his head down to hers as she rose up on tiptoes to meet his mouth.
Pure want hit him with the force of a hurricane, causing him to weave dangerously off balance before righting himself by anchoring his body to hers. Jamie’s arms tightened, pulling her into even closer contact as her tongue slipped inside his mouth.
He groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss, feeding off her as if he’d been starving for weeks.
Which, in a way, he had.
Jamie’s fingers threaded through his hair, holding him, and he caught her sigh in his mouth as she melted against him. Her kiss was hot, wicked and wild, and he trapped her between his body and the wall.
There was no hesitation in her responses, no holding back as she writhed against him, the raw, carnal nature of it completely at odds with the careful distance she’d kept before.
He didn’t know what had changed, but he wasn’t going to question it too much, either.
And this time, he certainly wasn’t going to rush.
He gentled the kiss, running his hands over her cheeks, letting his thumbs stroke her temples and loosening the mass of hair until it fell around her shoulders. Jamie’s nails bit into his shoulders in protest as he released her lips and moved down to the soft skin of her neck, slowly and deliberately. With a sigh, her head fell back, giving him better access, and he felt the small shivers of pleasure move over her body as he traced her collarbone with his tongue.
“Colin.”
His name was half-sigh, half-groan, escaping from kiss-swollen lips under hooded eyes, and it cut through him like a hot knife, nearly derailing his plan to go slow and savor her.
But if he didn’t get her to the bedroom soon, he was going to take her there on the hardwood floor of his foyer without a single regret. As if she were reading his mind, Jamie boosted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and whispered, “Bedroom,” in his ear.
He was all too happy to oblige, thankful it wasn’t a long walk. In the dim light of his bedroom, he set her carefully on her feet, letting every inch of her body touch his in the process. It was a sweet torture.
One tug and
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