Page 53 of Entwined Hearts

A thrill tingles down the back of my spine, taking its sweet time until it reaches my toes. I shiver, though I’m not cold. Colby’s mouth pinches my lower lip, holding it captive for a tantalizing moment. He caresses the length of my arms, then his thumbs stroke the edge of my shoulder. It’s sensual and so tender. I taste the tip of his tongue as it darts to meet mine, which leads to a playful dance between long, slow kisses that send me whooshing along on a warm breeze, the blue sky a dazzling blur.

My pulse thumps between my legs, and I clench them. I think about the song Colby sang, “Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.” Then my mind goes to the way he held me under the freeway surrounded by grit and noise and trash.Promise me you won’t do something dangerous like that again, he’d said.

Does this qualify?

Colby sweeps a caress along my cheek, then into my hair to grip firmly. Prickles race over my skin. I kiss him back, my tongue meeting his as a hunger awakens inside me. He returns the kiss, his agile mouth locking onto mine. He caresses along my shoulder, sliding his fingers beneath the strap of my top. A craving to feel his touch trembles through me, but I realize we’re still in the driveway. It’s as if Colby reads my mind because he lifts me into his lap. In one motion, he opens my door and slides out of the cab. He carries me to the door, pausing to kiss me, his eyes fluttering closed and his lips so full and soft.

I dig out my keys from my bag. He continues to kiss me, firm and sensual, while my hand shakes against the doorknob. And then we’re inside. Colby kicks the door shut with his heel, then carries me to the bedroom.

Fifteen

Anya

Colby places me on the edge of the bed, then kneels between my thighs. My heart is beating so hard it echoes into my throat. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me again, making my pulse tap into my temples. A chill tingles through me, sending goose bumps down my back.

Our kisses continue, his tongue probing. He caresses along my collarbone, slides the straps of my top down, then kisses along the side of my neck, his lips pressing eagerly. Another rush of shivers erupts on my skin when he brushes over my breasts. I run my hands through his hair when he lowers his mouth to nip at the fabric covering me. The sensation of feeling him but notfeelinghim,allof him, creates an ache.

He shoves my top up, then lowers his mouth to my bare breasts. I suck in a gasp as his tongue flicks lightly before his lips close around me. He caresses my other breast as he sucks and swirls. Pushing the fabric up higher, he makes it bunch under my armpits, but I’m too locked into what he’s doing to care. Warmth and a crushing, almost painful need slowly build inside me. Part of me wants to rush and another part wants to slow down, and the push-pull of it all makes my thoughts start to spin, distracting me from the warning bell in the back of my brain that hasn’t quit.Fire! Fire! Turn back before you burn the house down.

Colby lifts my top up and off, and our eyes connect.

“What are you thinking right now?” he asks, his voice low and sultry.

There’s no way I can answer that.

Colby caresses over both of my breasts, and I close my eyes.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he says, kissing my shoulder.

Not going to answer that, either. I hold both sides of his face, pulling his mouth to mine. Our lips connect, and I get lost in his kisses. Hot blood thumps low where I want him to touch me. My thighs quiver when I think about how he’ll make me feel.

Colby kisses down to my breasts again, feathering his touch so softly I barely feel him, then he’s urging me to lay back on the bed. His lips and tongue continue down, planting kitten-soft kisses on my belly until he gets to the waistband of my jeans. I shiver again as he brushes his fingertips side to side. Then his fingers pop the button of my jeans, and he’s peeling them down.

I watch him over the crest of my hipbones. He’s tugged off his shirt, and he’s kissing up my inner thigh. With a shudder that rattles through me, I take in his broad shoulders and thick dark lashes. He glances up and gives me a bright but sly grin.

“I wish I knew you were wearing these earlier,” he says, sliding both hands under the fabric of my lace panties.

“Why?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

His grin widens. “Because I would have marched you right back inside so I could have my way with you.”

“You’re having your way with me now, aren’t you?” I feel a smile tug at the edges of my lips.

His eyes light up in surprise. “So I am.” In one motion, he rolls me over and urges me to kneel upright on the bed. “Holy hell, Anya,” he growls from where his chest presses against my back, his fingers molding my sides and over the fabric at my hips. He kisses down my spine, sending a chill over my skin in waves. He strokes over my curves, then grazes his touch under the lace—softly, so softly—up, then down, then up again.

“Maybe I should wear these more often,” I say, looking over my shoulder. “If it’s going to have this effect on you.”

He gives me a look of warning. “Not if you want to keep them in one piece.” He turns my face to his for a kiss. We’re both hungrier now. When he pulls away, I’m breathless, my lips buzzing.

He then tugs my panties down. It’s then I realize how wet I am. His firm lips nibble on my shoulder, his breath warm on my skin. After sliding my panties the rest of the way off, he returns to my backside, his firm torso pressed against me.

“You are so gorgeous, you know that?” he says in my ear, his touch gliding up to my breasts.

I reach back, weaving my fingers through his hair, then rest the back of my head on his shoulder as he caresses me. He feathers down to my hips. The way he’s pressed so close behind me, with both hands caressing me, cradling me, makes me feel cherished and desired. It barely feels real. How does he know how to do this?

He dips between my folds, which are aching for him, have been the minute he carried me inside. I try not to buck away from how intense it feels.

That he could turn me onthis muchwith just his words and his touch releases another set of shivers.

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