Page 39 of Entwined Hearts

I try to relax, soaking up his unflinching confidence.

He grins. “So, am I going to jump in the front and drive you to my secret lair, or are we going climbing?”

The thought of this sets a flock of dragonflies loose in my belly. They dive-bomb my liver and soar back around my heart, their long wings tickling my insides. “Climbing,” I say even though my imagination has me writhing while he kisses me everywhere.

“Okay,” he says with a nod. “I’ll try to keep junior here under control, but I may not be able to resist kissing you.”

I try to imagine kissing Colby in between climbing attempts, but it’s ridiculous. “Okay, but no tongue,” I say.

“I thought you liked my tongue,” he says, tugging me close for a long kiss in which he jogs my memory of how much Idolike it.

“Not fair,” I say, breathless when I break away.

He shifts his hips as a look of extreme discomfort passes over his face. “Goddamn, Anya. We better get out of this truck soon, or I won’t be able to walk.”

A hot blush races up my face. Seeing how much he desires me is nothing less than fantastic. Is this what it’s supposed to be like? Because no guy I’ve been with has ever wanted to spend the day in bed with me, and I’ve never wanted to until today.

A warning like a fire alarm blares in my mind, though I know the blaze is already out of control.

Eleven

Colby

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!I think as Anya slips up the path toward her tent, still in last night’s clothes.What thefuckam I doing?

I set up my camp stove. Taking steps to make us coffee, I’m on autopilot.

You just had to let your dick do the thinking, didn’t you?my conscience blares.Instead of being her friend, now you’ve crossed the line. I groan in frustration.

But damn if I could stop myself. I flex my toes in the cold dirt and grimace. Everything felt perfect: her soft lips, sinfully soft tits, and damn, her taste—so fucking perfect, raw and sweet. Making her come set my freaking hair on fire.

Goddamn it all to hell.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to take in a full breath, but it comes in ragged and tight.

My thoughts go to war. They tumble betweenI’m not good enough for hertoI need to be inside her again. Now.

This was a bad idea. She’s a professional climber, and I’m a roofer. Plus, her ex—whom she’s not over yet—wants to rip my guts out.

I pause on that thought. I’m pretty sure Anya has never had an experience like last night. It means for three years—three fucking years—she’s been stuck with his limp dick. The thought kicks me square in the diaphragm.

Man, wouldn’t it feel good to shovethatright in his face? He might have the fame and the attention, but he doesn’t know shit about how to please a woman. Not like I do.

I think back to how Anya rode me with her thighs squeezing me tight and that look on her face—like she couldn’t get enough. My semi-hard cock rises to a full salute, ready to throw down.

No way is one night enough with her. Maybe that’s what I had running in the back of my mind. Pleasure her for a night, fill her up with all the goodness I have to offer, then she’d go her way, I’d go mine, and I could stop thinking about her soft curves and tender lips.

But that’s total horseshit. As if I could forget her. As if I haven’t been fantasizing about being with her since that summer three years ago.

My cock strains against my pants, and I groan against the ache of wanting what I can’t have.

I recall the crushing hurt in her eyes last night. Maybe a hug and a shoulder to cry on would have been more mature, but fuck, the only thought in my mind was wiping the pain away and showing her how good I could make her feel.

Even though it’s wrong. She should find someone better—more stable, more capable. I scrub my face with my hands, then drop them to my sides. Hoping for answers, I stare at the surrounding desert.

The morning goes about as well as expected. Kabir gives me a curious look when Anya and I meet up with the others in the campsite for breakfast, twin coffee cups in hand. We visit two different climbing areas and, true to her nature, Anya climbs harder than anybody else. It’s impossible to stay focused around her, and I flail on just about every route I attempt. So instead of focusing on the climb, I try to find ways to get her alone. I want to hold her hand and be the one to spot her, though watching her lithe body—dressed in tight shorts and a sports top that shows off her sexy shoulders—is near torture because I feel like plucking her off the wall so I can fuck her against it, my cock sinking balls-deep while she shudders around me.

I have got to get control of myself, or I’m going to go crazy.

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