Page 67 of Sunkissed Colorado
Her gaze flicked down to my lips. “I don’t.”
But she didn’t back away. Didn’t get up. Didn’t put one single centimeter between her body and mine. Instead, she seemed to vibrate with wanting.
Or maybe that was me.
In that moment, I didn’t care about Hearthstone. Didn’t give a damn about bad ideas or two-month trials. This was complicated and messy and exactly what I’d said I wouldn’t do.
But if Zandra wanted it, I didn’t care about any of that. I would’ve given just about anything to taste that mouth.
Then she was the one who closed the last inch. And suddenly, her soft lips were on mine.
Fuck. Yes.
I stroked into her mouth with my tongue, and Zandra melted into me like warm sugar. When I tugged her closer, she came willingly, her hands fisting my shirt.
The kiss was everything. Slow and deep. Hot and desperate. Nothing tentative or testing about it. No, we kissed like we’d been building toward exactly this for a long damn time.
To my surprise, she pushed me onto my back. I bounced against the couch cushions. My mouth opened to make some teasing comment about how she didn’t need to get rough with me. She could have anything she wanted.
But Zandra was already crawling over me, fusing our lips again.
After a while, my arms circled her waist, and I flipped us so I was on top. Hadn’t even broken the kiss. She moaned and arched into me, her thigh brushing the thickening length in my sweats, and I thought I might lose my mind.
I wanted her naked. Writhing beneath me. My cock pumping inside her, driving us both wild in every position until we couldn’t take anymore.
Then just as suddenly, she was pushing me back, forcing enough space between us that she could slip off the couch and scramble away.
“Z?”
“I need to go,” she said, breathless and panicked.
I sat up. “Zandra, wait.”
“I can’t do this.” She was already on her feet, heading for the front door.
“Okay, that’s…fine.” A shake of my head brought me back to reality. “We don’t have to do anything. But?—”
“I’m sorry. I just need to go.”
“Then I’ll drive you home.” If I could just get a handle on this raging tent in my sweatpants first.
“I can walk.”
The hell? “Come on, Z. Just wait for me.” But she shoved her feet into her shoes, grabbed her bag, and was out the door. Still wearing my clothes and practically running down the driveway.
Fuck.Fuck.
Not even bothering with shoes, I palmed my keys and followed. Her silhouette was visible partway down the block. She hadn’t gotten far.
Jumping into my truck, I drove slowly down the street and buzzed my window down when I reached her. “Get in.”
“I’m fine walking.”
“It’s dark out, and your aunt’s place is a mile away. Get in.”
She must have heard something in my voice, because she stopped and climbed into the passenger seat.
“Look, Z, I’m sorry if I?—”
