the strapless top of her dress was at her waist. One more and it puddled at her feet, leaving her only in a barely-there thong.
She was even more beautiful than he remembered.
Jamie wasn’t sure how much longer her legs were going to hold her upright. Colin didn’t even have to touch her—just the heat in his eyes and the long, slow, appreciative looks were turning her muscles to water.
But when he did touch her...
This was what she’d been fighting, what had sent her running from the party, only to find herself a few minutes later sitting on Colin’s street watching for him to come home. It hadn’t even been a plan, just an inexplicable need.
She knew Colin wanted her, and though she’d tried to fight it, tried to remind herself that she’d be a fool to rush back into anything—much less his arms—the rational, reasonable part of her brain had been shouted down by the sheer force of want.
This was probably a mistake, and she might regret it tomorrow, but she didn’t care. She had a whole bucket full of unhappy regrets. At least this regret would be a good one.
Colin’s hand on her breast caused her breath to catch, only for it to come out a second later in a hiss of pleasure as his thumb rasped over her nipple. He didn’t seem to be in a rush, and while the thought of Colin taking his time caused her thighs to clench, she wasn’t sure she’d survive the experience.
His shirt joined her dress on the floor, putting that mouthwatering chest on display just for her. For someone who spent most of his time in front of a computer, he was in remarkably good shape, lots of soft skin draped over hard muscle.
She echoed his gesture, tracing her thumb over the ridge of his pectoral muscle, then raking her nail gently over the nipple. Colin’s response was swift, grabbing her shoulders and hauling her up for another kiss that scrambled what was left of her mind.
He walked her backward until she felt the mattress against the back of her knees, and she collapsed onto the bed, pulling Colin with her.
Oh, God , just the solid weight of him between her thighs was nearly enough to send her over the edge, but Colin just settled and began a leisurely exploration that had her fisting the sheets, unable to take a deep breath.
She cried out when his tongue found her center, arching off the bed as the orgasm went on and on. Before the aftershocks had even abated, Colin was sliding inside, burying himself to the hilt with a groan. Mercy, she’d thought these kinds of sensations were a one-off, fueled by the party atmosphere and decadence of Mardi Gras, but she realized that frenzied quickie hadn’t even begun to showcase Colin’s skills.
Then he kissed her. Equal parts passion and tenderness, that kiss sent tremors through her that she didn’t quite understand and couldn’t fully process.
But she didn’t care. Colin was moving, slowly at first, each stroke seemingly different from the one before, hitting every nerve ending she had—and many she hadn’t known she possessed. She was clinging to him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, begging for more.
She could feel the tension building again when Colin began to move faster, and she exploded with a force that scared her, nearly blacking out from the intensity.
The next thing she knew, Colin was stroking her face and calling her name. It took all the energy she could muster just to open her eyes.
He was just inches above her, sweat glistening on his forehead, a mixture of concern and amusement in his eyes. “You okay?”
She wanted to ask him the same question, as his heart was pounding against her chest at an alarming rate and his breath was uneven, but all she could manage was a tiny nod.
He smiled and dropped his forehead to hers with a sigh. Closing his eyes, he took deep gulping breaths, but one hand kept stroking her from knee to ribs, acting as an anchor for her as she slowly floated back to earth.
Then she heard him chuckle. Opening her eyes again,
She was even more beautiful than he remembered.
Jamie wasn’t sure how much longer her legs were going to hold her upright. Colin didn’t even have to touch her—just the heat in his eyes and the long, slow, appreciative looks were turning her muscles to water.
But when he did touch her...
This was what she’d been fighting, what had sent her running from the party, only to find herself a few minutes later sitting on Colin’s street watching for him to come home. It hadn’t even been a plan, just an inexplicable need.
She knew Colin wanted her, and though she’d tried to fight it, tried to remind herself that she’d be a fool to rush back into anything—much less his arms—the rational, reasonable part of her brain had been shouted down by the sheer force of want.
This was probably a mistake, and she might regret it tomorrow, but she didn’t care. She had a whole bucket full of unhappy regrets. At least this regret would be a good one.
Colin’s hand on her breast caused her breath to catch, only for it to come out a second later in a hiss of pleasure as his thumb rasped over her nipple. He didn’t seem to be in a rush, and while the thought of Colin taking his time caused her thighs to clench, she wasn’t sure she’d survive the experience.
His shirt joined her dress on the floor, putting that mouthwatering chest on display just for her. For someone who spent most of his time in front of a computer, he was in remarkably good shape, lots of soft skin draped over hard muscle.
She echoed his gesture, tracing her thumb over the ridge of his pectoral muscle, then raking her nail gently over the nipple. Colin’s response was swift, grabbing her shoulders and hauling her up for another kiss that scrambled what was left of her mind.
He walked her backward until she felt the mattress against the back of her knees, and she collapsed onto the bed, pulling Colin with her.
Oh, God , just the solid weight of him between her thighs was nearly enough to send her over the edge, but Colin just settled and began a leisurely exploration that had her fisting the sheets, unable to take a deep breath.
She cried out when his tongue found her center, arching off the bed as the orgasm went on and on. Before the aftershocks had even abated, Colin was sliding inside, burying himself to the hilt with a groan. Mercy, she’d thought these kinds of sensations were a one-off, fueled by the party atmosphere and decadence of Mardi Gras, but she realized that frenzied quickie hadn’t even begun to showcase Colin’s skills.
Then he kissed her. Equal parts passion and tenderness, that kiss sent tremors through her that she didn’t quite understand and couldn’t fully process.
But she didn’t care. Colin was moving, slowly at first, each stroke seemingly different from the one before, hitting every nerve ending she had—and many she hadn’t known she possessed. She was clinging to him, legs wrapped tight around his waist, begging for more.
She could feel the tension building again when Colin began to move faster, and she exploded with a force that scared her, nearly blacking out from the intensity.
The next thing she knew, Colin was stroking her face and calling her name. It took all the energy she could muster just to open her eyes.
He was just inches above her, sweat glistening on his forehead, a mixture of concern and amusement in his eyes. “You okay?”
She wanted to ask him the same question, as his heart was pounding against her chest at an alarming rate and his breath was uneven, but all she could manage was a tiny nod.
He smiled and dropped his forehead to hers with a sigh. Closing his eyes, he took deep gulping breaths, but one hand kept stroking her from knee to ribs, acting as an anchor for her as she slowly floated back to earth.
Then she heard him chuckle. Opening her eyes again,
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