Page 47 of Entrapped
Colson didn’t respond with words. Instead, he rolled us over, pinning me beneath him as his lips captured mine in a searing kiss that left me breathless. My heart pounded in my chest, not just from the intensity of the kiss but from the weight of everything unsaid between us.
His hands moved with purpose, shoving up my t-shirt as his mouth descended on my breasts, nibbling and sucking in a way that sent jolts of pleasure through my body. I moaned, arching into him, my fingers tangling in his thick hair as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
I knew I was past due for my birth control shot, and a part of me hoped, desperately, that this would be the time I’d getpregnant. Colson would be forty-eight soon, and I wanted him to experience the joy of fatherhood again, to have a child he could play with, without exhaustion pulling him away.
Colson's lips trailed down my body, leaving a line of heat in their wake. My breath hitched as he reached the apex of my thighs, his hands tearing away the last barrier between us. His fingers slipped inside me, and I gasped when his mouth found my clit, sucking with a fervor that made my back arch off the bed.
“Colson,” I moaned, my voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.
He didn’t respond immediately, just continued his relentless assault. Then, in a low, almost absent-minded murmur, he said, “You taste delicious. I’m going to miss you.”
The words cut through the haze of desire like a cold blade. I bolted upright, my hands gripping his shoulders. “What? What do you mean, you’re going to miss me?”
Colson lifted his head, our eyes locking. His expression was unreadable, his words measured. “I have a trip to Vancouver,” he said, but there was something off in his tone, something unconvincing.
My heart pounded, a knot of unease forming in my stomach. “When? You’ll be here for Christmas, right?”
His lips curled into a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He sank his teeth into my inner thigh, sending a sharp jolt through me. “Of course,” he muttered against my skin. “I wouldn’t miss the first Christmas with my new bride.”
But as he returned to his ministrations, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something else he wasn’t telling me, something hidden behind his words. The pleasure was stillthere, but it was tinged with a new edge of anxiety, making me wonder what he was really thinking, and what other secrets he might be keeping from me. And because of this, I couldn’t find my release no matter what he did.
"Joey?"
I lifted my head, pulled from my thoughts. "Yes?"
Colson’s voice was soft, but I could sense his concern. "You’re not into it tonight, are you?"
I sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over me. "I’m sorry. I’m just tired."
He climbed up next to me, pressing a gentle kiss to my cheek. His behavior was so different from what it had been months ago. The old Colson wouldn’t have cared about my mood; he would’ve taken what he wanted, emotions be damned. But this man beside me—he was different now, softer somehow.
"Sleep," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Hopefully, tomorrow your mind will be clearer. And don’t let your brother’s relationship with Simone upset you."
I frowned, a question forming in my mind. "Why wasn’t she arranged the way Vaughn was?"
Colson smirked, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "She was."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "To who?"
"Scott Thorsen."
I blinked in surprise. "The tech billionaire? Why didn’t it happen?"
Colson’s expression turned wry. "As you know, Simone is a bit much. She had an argument with him before their engagement was announced. I guess her throwing a crystal decanter full of brandy was too much for him. He broke it off."
I couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image. "He dodged a bullet."
"She wasn’t too keen on marrying him in the first place," Colson added, a smile tugging at his lips. "He had terrible hygiene."
I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "That’s disgusting."
"She thought so."
He pulled me closer, his body molding around mine protectively. But even as I nestled into his warmth, my brain refused to shut off. Long after Colson had drifted into sleep, I lay awake, my mind spinning with everything I had to process. The night felt heavy, filled with questions and uncertainties I wasn’t sure how to answer.
After a restless night where I finally drifted off in the early hours, I woke to the sensation of Colson’s tongue moving between my legs. His strokes were slow and deliberate, his pressure on my clit just right. A moan escaped my lips as I wiped the sleep from my eyes, the pleasure overwhelming.
"Oh God," I cried, my voice thick with need. "It feels so good."
