Page 35 of Ricochet

His rough fingers stroked her cheeks, and she wasn’t unable to stifle a muted gasp as they traced down her neck. She twisted under the power of his fingertips, leaningin his arm to face up at him.

This would be a kiss that could fill her sweet dreams and chase away nightmares. She didn’t expect to need his lips to touch hers as if the sun might not rise and waves wouldn’t crash if they didn’t close the distance.

Colin’s full lips met hers, and their heat intensified.

A kiss is simple until two bodies ignite. Her heart stalled, and his powerful hand threadedinto her hair.

His tongue probed, sweet and sultry. Colin took her mouth with more need than she thought could exist in a lip-lock. Her bridesmaid dress wasn’t enough of a barrier to stave off her interest in the hardening evidence of his arousal. She’d aroused Colin, and that aroused her.

He stoked a fire inside her that made her more than simply wet for a man’s touch. He gasped while hekissed her. She raked her fingernails with their once-in-a-lifetime manicure down his button-down shirt.

“I needed this,” he murmured. “More than anything else today.”

He kissed her again like she was his savior, and she nearly cried because he had already given her the same relief. Adelia grasped his shirt, and Colin slanted her into his arms.

“You good?” He nibbled by her ear.

“Better thanI’ve ever been.”

His breath teased behind her ear lobe. “Crazy, I might say the same on a day like today.”

Adelia closed her eyes, almost able to feel his pain, and he pressed lips to her forehead. Whatever tonight was, this was supposed to happen. She didn’t know enough to believe in miracles, but she knew enough not to doubt them.

She and Colin had a special connection, and even if theirpurpose was only that she learned more about herself tonight than she had in thirty years or helped a man in need.

But she wanted to believe there was more than just tonight. This was magic, something meant to be, as if some kisses could change the trajectory of the universe.

He took his suit jacket off, tucking it over her, and their hands found each other again as they laid down under thestars with motorcycles revving nearby. Colin’s thick muscled bicep became her pillow and her focus softened. With heavy eyelids, Adelia listened to the night fade as she wondered if tonight was a dream. Tomorrow, she’d wake up back in the smelly land of bikers, whose brash ways of wooing women meant flicking beer caps in their direction.

“Do you want to move?” Colin asked.

“Not yet. I likewhere I am very much right now.”

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