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His grin was slow and full of trouble. If her request stumped him, he didn’t show it, instead lacing their fingers and guiding their linked hands down and inside. Both their fingers moving in a rhythm.
She gasped at the intimacy, the way it felt, like an equal partnership.
“Like this?” he asked, moving their fingers in and out. His thumb teased her pleasure button, while he guided their hands in a series of practiced and precise movements, giving her a sneak peek at what was to come—her, to be specific.
His fingers must have picked up on her desperate SOS because he added another finger, picking up the pace. Her breathing became ragged, her brain cells firing so fast she was afraid she’d pass out. She dropped her head to his shoulder and the movements immediately halted.
“Open your eyes, Bianchi.” Lifting her chin, his fingers positioned her head so that he could run his tongue along her lower lip. “You’re not going to want to miss this.”
It took everything she had but she opened her eyes and, before she could think, he was covered and inside her, sliding home. And he was right, she watched him disappear, then pull back out, and what a sight to behold.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him. Think of anything besides him. It felt better than before.Theyfelt better than before. Sure, they were older and far more experienced, but it was something about the way they fit that felt so natural—so ridiculously right.
“Colin,” she breathed, taking every ounce of oxygen she had left.
“I know.” His voice held a low rasp that ignited a hum of anticipation under her skin, because he wasn’t looking at her mouth. He too was watching as their bodies moved together, as if they’d never fallen out of sync.
The pace picked up, the door clicking shut over and over with every slow release and deep thrust. The give of the door made it hard to get traction, and the faster they moved, the more she slipped down his body.
“More,” she begged.
“Hell yeah, more.” Never stopping, never hesitating, he turned and pressed her against the wall, which gave him exactly the leverage he needed.
No longer wanting to watch and desperately needing to feel every moment, she said, “Kiss me.”
And kiss her he did, hungry and sensual. His lips were amazing, full and skilled, all patience and finesse. He kissed her as though he couldn’t get enough, which worked for her, since she was pretty sure that this was the best kiss of her life.
In fact, kissing Colin was like being reborn, like she was being kissed for the first time. It was needy and desperate. A kiss that belonged to dreamers.
She fought the urge to squeeze her thighs, fought the urge to scream, not wanting to miss a single second of what was about to happen. She was rewarded, because he added his hand to the equation. Finding the perfect location and using the exact right amount of pressure, he drove her right to the edge and kept her there. Nuclear-powered tingles exploded through her body.
He kept the pace slow, purposeful, taking her higher and higher without rushing her. But there was something genuine, reverent about the way he held the back of her head, the way his thumb slid back and forth over her jawline, offering her comfort and connection.
“Now,” she moaned.
“Thank God.” His arms came around her, tight and unyielding, plastering her to him, as he kissed her, hard. She felt him let go. Actually felt the moment Colin West went all in.
A piece of her that she kept locked away peeked out, leaving her vulnerable and a little scared. But he looked a little off-kilter too, as if maybe she wasn’t the only one in the danger zone.
With a groan, Colin kissed her as though she was his, held her as though he would never let go, as though he would neverwantto let go. And Teagan allowed herself to believe, just for a moment, that he’d always have her.
Suddenly, all the history disappeared, and the trust that had been torn from her came rushing back, leaving just her and Colin. In the now. With a clean slate and a chance at a future.
Chapter 19
Sex with you is so good we should celebrate
by having sex.
—Unknown
After three delicious cocktails, they lay in Colin’s bed with Teagan sprawled across him, both of them breathing as if they’d just finished a marathon. In a way they had. She now understood Cinderella’s urgency—a time limit was one hell of a motivator. Which was fitting since their relationship had started with a timestamp and ended with one.
She wasn’t sure what the outcome of their second chance would be; she was just grateful to have been given one. Not that she was getting ahead of herself. Teagan was planted firmly in the present with a healthy respect for the past.
Past and present, her ass. She was so far ahead she could see tomorrow morning. And the next. He felt like her safe place, the person who’d protect her as she fell. If she wasn’t careful, that’s exactly what would happen. And it would be fast and hard, with no chance of survival. Her only hope was that when she landed, he’d be right there to catch her.
“You’re in your head again.” His hands were doing a slow journey up her spine and back down, making that statement a near impossibility. “Care to share?”
