Page 55 of Entwined Hearts

“What’s next, Maestro? Sex in the shower?”

“Is that an invitation?”

I turn to catch his eye. “Maybe,” I say, surprising myself.

He groans. “You’re doing that teasing thing again. I think you like it.”

I give him a scornful look. “You can’t possibly want to have sex again so soon.”

“Tell that to junior.” He adjusts himself. To my shock, I can feel him hardening again.

I kiss him. The way his lips touch mine, so tender and sweet, shoots a tingle of desire through me.

“That’s it,” he says. In one move, he flips me onto his shoulder.

I shriek as he strides into the bathroom. “Where are you taking me?”

“To the shower, of course.”

“No!”

“Looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

“What kind of lesson?” I ask, but I already know the answer.

He lowers me to the floor and reaches into the tub to turn on the water. “That I can make you come anywhere, anytime, Anya Templeton.” He leans down to kiss me—a firm, possessive kiss that leaves me breathless.

Another rush of yearning races through me. “You sound sure of yourself, Colby Fox. What if there are …things…I don’t enjoy?”

He slides the shower door open, then helps me step inside. “Then I’ll help you like them.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Is there anythingyoudon’t like?”

He makes a show of thinking about it, then shakes his head. “Nope.” He joins me, sliding the shower door closed.

“What, you want to tie me up?”

His eyes narrow fiercely, like a warning, but it only serves to pique my curiosity.

“How about anal?” I ask.

He raises an eyebrow. “You ever tried it?”

I blush. “No.” I have no idea why I’m going down this road. I will never let someone do that.

He pins me against the tile wall. Kisses me hard. “It’ll make you come so hard. Just say the word, Anya, and I’ll show you.”

A tight breath draws my ribs together. That Colby thinks I’ll like these things sends a naughty little thrill down to my toes.

“I think you said something about shower sex,” I say to change the subject.

“Nuh-uh,” he says, shaking his head like he’s the professor and I’m the misbehaving student. “That was all you.”

Sixteen

Anya

Later, when we’re lying under the covers, Colby strokes down my temple, brushing my hair back with his fingers.

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