Page 33 of An Ex Affair

She scrambled off of me and took a bow for the cheering crowd. Joey handed me a towel, which I used to wipe the rest of the shaving cream off my face. Then I held it in front of me and used the distraction of Tully to make my way into the station where I could rearrange things in my pants without being arrested for indecent exposure.

The station door clicked behind me. I swiveled my head, expecting to see Joey with a sheepish apology for helping Tully out there. Instead it was the woman herself. Sheepish didn’t even come close to describing what she looked like. Her hands twisted in front of her waist, that bottom lip being abused by her teeth once more.

“Colson? I, uh, well.” She came closer.

I squeezed my eyes shut and faced my locker. I was hanging by a thread here. A whole week being around her, living with her, sleeping with a flimsy wall between us. I just needed some goddamn space to get my bearings.

“Get out of here, Tully,” I snapped, not so nicely.

I heard the inhale of air. Would have felt badly about it too, but I was currently gripping the wood slats of my locker, trying to keep from doing what I’d been wanting to do ever since I saw her face back in this town.

Her hand landed between my shoulder blades. “I’m sorry. I know I went too far.”

I stiffened. “Tully, if you care about me at all, get out of here.”

Her hand remained. I had about two seconds left of sanity.

“Colson, please.”

She’d barely gotten the words out and I was spinning around, grabbing her by the waist and shoving her up against my locker.

“Shut up,” I growled.

And then I kissed my ex-wife.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Tully

The last timeI’d had Colson between my legs I’d fallen asleep on him. There was no chance of sleep this time around. The man had me pinned between his locker and the length of his hard body. Somehow the stacks and stacks of muscle were harder than the wood behind me. He smelled of sweat and shaving cream and soap. I wanted to butt my head against him like a cat, soaking up his scent.

“Shut up.”

Normally I didn’t like a man telling me to be quiet, but when Colson practically growled it, all my objections liquified into a simmering need that felt like it just might boil over. All week we’d been tiptoeing around each other, but it looked like the mutually agreed upon avoidance was over. Deep lines between his brows told me he wasn’t exactly happy with me, but then his lips were on mine and my brain turned off.

He didn’t kiss like I remembered.

He kissedbetter.

Fuck me. He took control of my mouth, angling my head and plunging inside to steal every breath I’d ever taken. He wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t hesitant. He fuckingtook. He pressed me so hard against the locker I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. And yet I didn’t care. I just wanted more. More of Colson on me, around me, inside me. My nails dug into his skin, my legs thrashed against his hips, trying desperately to get closer.

Colson hissed against my lips. I tried to release my fingers from his bare shoulders, but they weren’t having it. He’d just have to deal with the pain of my fingernails. My eyes fluttered open long enough to see the most smug grin I’d ever seen in my life. Colson looked down at me like I was his favorite snack and he was the big bad wolf.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered hoarsely.

My whimper was the best I could give. Of course I wanted this. What woman wouldn’t want Colson Wolfe to ravage her? He wasn’t wrong last week when he admitted chemistry was never our problem. He flexed his hips, shoving his hard cock against the very part of me that wanted him most. I whimpered again, eyes fluttering closed against the heady feeling.

Colson’s hand slid from my waist to my neck. He squeezed just hard enough to have my eyes flying back open. His jaw was locked tight but that evil grin was still there in full view. He looked almost naked without the hair on his face covering his mouth.

“Keep those eyes open so you know who you’re with.”

My pulse quickened, which I’m sure he felt. This was a new side of Colson. He had always been good in bed, but he’d been so gentle, so caring, so busy trying to make it good for me. Grabbing me by the neck and giving me orders? Grown-up Colson was in another league entirely. Fuck, why did I like that so much?

“I kind of regret shaving that mustache off,” I muttered, swallowing hard against his hand.

His chest expanded, pressing me harder into the locker. The man was breathing like he’d run through a burning building to get to me. I liked that I made his heart race too.

“I’ll grow another one for you.”

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