Page 48 of Ricochet

His mouth fell away from her breastwhen he yanked them down. Colin dropped to his knees and ran the palms of his hands over her breasts and stomach, over her hipbones to the top of her thighs. He urged her legs apart, leaning close to her mound, and white lightning struck when his velvety-wet tongue slid over her clitoris.

Colin circled the tight bud of nerves as she whimpered. His powerful forearms pushed against the soft skinof her inner thighs, spreading her wide, and he let his tongue roam as she writhed.

The tension varied. Colin responded to her moans and cries, stroking her open with his tongue, rasping the sides of her folds and skin with his morning whiskers.

Adelia clawed the wall and raked her hands into her hair. “Yes.”

His fingers breached her tight entrance, and she knotted her dark locks in her fistsas his tongue thrust into her canal.

Adelia was on the brink as his unrelenting fingers and tongue pushed her higher.

“I’m going to come,” she promised, dragging her nails against the wall and finding nothing to hold onto. Her hands flexed, fingers ached as she trembled. “Colin. Colin.”

She pushed onto her toes, running away from what felt too damn good, and he stayed with her, never stopping,giving her more of what she needed until her orgasm exploded inside her, a supernova of bliss, quaking her pussy, rippling the muscles around his fingers and spasming her most intimate muscles against his kiss as she came apart for him.

No one had ever gone down on her before, nothing more than a few seconds of play.

No one had ever… She didn’t even know.

No one had ever wanted her this much—maybeas much as she wanted Colin.

Nothing had ever felt this special, and she didn’t want to move, didn’t want to break the moment. She wanted Colin inside her. It wasn’t about sex or tit for tat. For the first time, she needed that type of connection.

He kissed her thigh, her hipbone, and her body went limp as Colin worked up her side until he towered over her again.

“You are fucking unreal,”he whispered.

She grabbed his sides. “Don’t move. Just for a minute.”

He locked his arms around her neck, bringing her to his chest.Moving. But she didn’t care. They didn’t go anywhere. When Adelia was sure she could think straight, her hands slid over his stomach.

“Let’s go lie down,” he offered.

“I’m not ready.”

“‘Kay.”

She ran her fingers along his skin. He was smooth except for thesmattering of short chest hair across his defined pectorals. The tips of her fingers explored every groove of muscle, every valley and ridge. “Your skin’s soft.”

He kissed her temple, not saying a word. Her palms ran to his sides, drifting again across his abdomen of corded strength, and she rested on the top of his suit pants.

“Let’s go,” he said quietly.

“I want to stay here.”

He quietlysnort-laughed. “If that’s what you want.”

“I want everything,” she promised. “But I don’t want to move.”

“You have me, Adelia.” He kissed her cheek. “That’s what you want? In less than a day, you’ve got me crazy about you.”

“I can’t even explain where my head’s at.” She watched her manicure tease the top fastener of his dress pants as though they weren’t her fingers. The idea of wanting a manlike this was foreign, but she was lucid in every way possible and aware of the intense rollercoaster of new experiences she was on. “But I want more.”

“More,” he repeated quietly. “We’ve got time for a little more, beautiful.”

“No.” She shook her head because he was missing her intention, and she clearly had no practice being so bold. Adelia unfastened the top of his pants. “I want you.”

He inched back, staring hard into her eyes. “Let’s go lie down for a few minutes and—”

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