Page 72 of The Widower
Colin wasn’t the type of man to let a woman like me get away with teasing him.His hand gripped my waist, yanking me forward—and then his mouth was on mine again, fierce and claiming.
When had I—his employee—ever imagined I’d be kissed like this by Colin Adams, the untouchable?
“Don’t push me again, Isabelle,” he warned through clenched teeth, his lips brushing the edge of my ear.
“I… I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” My voice trembled. What are we doing? This isn’t right.
“It’s not,” he whispered, breath warm against my skin, “but I don’t want to stop. Do you?”
My hand slid up, threading through his hair, pulling him closer again.
“If we keep going,” he murmured, his voice rough, “I’m not the one who’ll stop.”
That scent. His mouth. His body against mine. I couldn’t think straight. I needed him—needed to feel him—
“Mom! Mommy!”
We both froze.
Hanna stood in the hallway, watching us with a puzzled expression. Thank God we hadn’t actually been kissing. One or two seconds later, though, and...
“What is it, sweetheart?” I asked quickly.
We both tried to act normal, stepping apart as Colin raked a hand through his hair, looking far too composed for a man caught like that.
“I woke up because of the noise,” Hanna said, still suspicious. “What were you doing with Uncle Colin?”
“Nothing,” Colin answered before I could. “We were… uh… looking outside. At the storm.”
Seriously, Colin? That’s your cover story?
I turned to him, shaking my head slightly. For once, he actually looked embarrassed.
“Good night, you two,” he muttered before flashing Hanna a small smile and heading down the hall toward his room. He didn’t even glance at me.
“Come on, honey. Let’s go back to bed.” I took Hanna’s hand and led her back to the room Colin had given us.
But no matter how many times I closed my eyes, that scene—his touch, his mouth, the way he’d looked at me—kept replaying in my head.
Sleep was not an option tonight.
COLIN ADAMS
I don’t know what to do about Isabelle anymore. Honestly, I can’t control myself around her—and that could be my downfall. That woman unravels me, and I swear she does it on purpose.
I decided to work out, try to burn off some of this tension in my body. Luckily—or maybe unluckily—she wasn’t in the room that connects to my gym, and that alone was enough to make me feel a little relief.
I went through a few sets, but it was useless trying to get her out of my head.
Her scent, her mouth, her body—they were all still there, burned into my mind. And I had no idea how to get rid of her.
I grabbed one of the dumbbells and slammed it down onto the floor.
Confused. Angry. Losing my damn mind because I can’t control my own reactions. For me, that’s unacceptable.
I tried to refocus, forcing myself back into the rhythm of the workout. For a while, it helped. But the moment I realized that woman was standing close to me again... I lost it. My senses. My restraint. My reason. Everything.
CHAPTER 17
