blinked, then darted her eyes to his lips. “What do you mean?”
“Well,” he began, “I could kiss you on the cheek like this.” He bent his head and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Or I could kiss you like this...”
Chapter 6
Valentina moaned a muffled gasp as Colt’s mouth crushed against hers. She’d never grow tired of his demanding, coaxing lips. She liked him rough and ready. The way he controlled the kiss, cupping her head, his tongue lashing against hers in a sensual duel. One where they’d both come out as winners.
Even wearing three inch heels, she had to rise up on her tip toes to meet his potent, mind-numbing kiss. She twined her arms around his neck, needing body contact, needing him to swallow her whole and make all her anxieties over the show go away.
As he nipped and sucked her lower lip, then peppered open mouthed kisses down her throat, she let go of all those worries. Amidst all the lies she’d been weaving, she knew one thing for certain. She wanted Colt. Bad.
His strong arms offered security. His kisses gave her a sort of solace. When he caressed her, kissed her, she’d shifted back to the real Valentina. Not the bachelorette, not the Production Assistant willing to do just about anything for a promotion, and not even the little Italian girl who’d disappointed her parents and even now still continued to try to regain their pride. In his arms, she was herself, and loving every minute.
She groaned as he pressed his lips against the swell of her breasts, then again when he ran a rough hand down her back and brought her against his erection. Through the fabric of her flimsy sundress, his belt buckle dug into her skin. She loved the intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain.
He’d been gentle with her in Denver, had started to show his true desires in the parking lot the other night, and some of his baser needs yesterday. She wanted a combination of all three. No holds barred sex, with subtle tenderness. Not too tender, though. Too much tenderness would lead her right back to Denver. To the night she’d realized she was tired of living out of a suitcase, and mediocre hotels. To the night she realized she’d been utterly alone for too long.
Gripping the hem of her dress, he raised the material over hips in one quick shove. He grabbed her rear with both hands and gave her a squeeze. “You have the sweetest ass,” he murmured then captured her lips again, and raised her off the ground, wrapping her legs around his back. “C’mon, let’s head back to the bedroom.”
She tore her lips from his. “Wait,” she blurted, and stared at him. His eyes, bright with desire. His lips, moist from their kiss. He wanted her, she wanted him, but she knew in her heart she had to be honest—at least about some things—before they had sex again. Her conscience demanded it. “I think we need to talk.”
“What is it?” he asked, and searched her eyes. “Did something happen tonight? Trent didn’t—”
“No,” she said with vehemence, Trent was sweet and fun, and like Colt, deserved more than what she could ever offer. “Although I do feel guilty about all the effort he’d put into our date tonight, especially when all I’d kept thinking about was you.”
A small smile played on his lips before he brushed them against her temple. “Me too, which is why I left my ranch early. I couldn’t wait another two days to see you.”
His words and the sincerity in his eyes had her throat tightening. God how she wanted a man like Colt in her life—permanently. Good, honest, and caring, he radiated strength and comfort, something she needed right now.
“I’m glad you came tonight, but there’s something you should know...about the show,” she finished with a deep sigh.
He tightened his hold on her. “Go on,” he encouraged.
While her heart rate accelerated and her stomach knotted, she cupped his jaw. “Do you remember
“Well,” he began, “I could kiss you on the cheek like this.” He bent his head and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “Or I could kiss you like this...”
Chapter 6
Valentina moaned a muffled gasp as Colt’s mouth crushed against hers. She’d never grow tired of his demanding, coaxing lips. She liked him rough and ready. The way he controlled the kiss, cupping her head, his tongue lashing against hers in a sensual duel. One where they’d both come out as winners.
Even wearing three inch heels, she had to rise up on her tip toes to meet his potent, mind-numbing kiss. She twined her arms around his neck, needing body contact, needing him to swallow her whole and make all her anxieties over the show go away.
As he nipped and sucked her lower lip, then peppered open mouthed kisses down her throat, she let go of all those worries. Amidst all the lies she’d been weaving, she knew one thing for certain. She wanted Colt. Bad.
His strong arms offered security. His kisses gave her a sort of solace. When he caressed her, kissed her, she’d shifted back to the real Valentina. Not the bachelorette, not the Production Assistant willing to do just about anything for a promotion, and not even the little Italian girl who’d disappointed her parents and even now still continued to try to regain their pride. In his arms, she was herself, and loving every minute.
She groaned as he pressed his lips against the swell of her breasts, then again when he ran a rough hand down her back and brought her against his erection. Through the fabric of her flimsy sundress, his belt buckle dug into her skin. She loved the intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain.
He’d been gentle with her in Denver, had started to show his true desires in the parking lot the other night, and some of his baser needs yesterday. She wanted a combination of all three. No holds barred sex, with subtle tenderness. Not too tender, though. Too much tenderness would lead her right back to Denver. To the night she’d realized she was tired of living out of a suitcase, and mediocre hotels. To the night she realized she’d been utterly alone for too long.
Gripping the hem of her dress, he raised the material over hips in one quick shove. He grabbed her rear with both hands and gave her a squeeze. “You have the sweetest ass,” he murmured then captured her lips again, and raised her off the ground, wrapping her legs around his back. “C’mon, let’s head back to the bedroom.”
She tore her lips from his. “Wait,” she blurted, and stared at him. His eyes, bright with desire. His lips, moist from their kiss. He wanted her, she wanted him, but she knew in her heart she had to be honest—at least about some things—before they had sex again. Her conscience demanded it. “I think we need to talk.”
“What is it?” he asked, and searched her eyes. “Did something happen tonight? Trent didn’t—”
“No,” she said with vehemence, Trent was sweet and fun, and like Colt, deserved more than what she could ever offer. “Although I do feel guilty about all the effort he’d put into our date tonight, especially when all I’d kept thinking about was you.”
A small smile played on his lips before he brushed them against her temple. “Me too, which is why I left my ranch early. I couldn’t wait another two days to see you.”
His words and the sincerity in his eyes had her throat tightening. God how she wanted a man like Colt in her life—permanently. Good, honest, and caring, he radiated strength and comfort, something she needed right now.
“I’m glad you came tonight, but there’s something you should know...about the show,” she finished with a deep sigh.
He tightened his hold on her. “Go on,” he encouraged.
While her heart rate accelerated and her stomach knotted, she cupped his jaw. “Do you remember
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