Page 47 of Ricochet

His voice had texture, timber. Its vibrations ran over her, skimming across her dress as though the lightest breath would make it disintegrate. “I need you.”

But not in any way that she’d known before. Colin had tapped into a part of her mind that needed him. She knew what her body could feel like—not necessarily whatshewanted, but that she could come aliveand climax. But this craziness he talked about, her desires, her orgasms, what she wanted and liked… Had there ever been a man who cared this much about her within a fifty-foot radius of her? Not that she’d known about.

“Yeah.” He nuzzled his lips to her cheek and bit the soft skin sharply enough to make her jump, but nothing more than a nibble. “I know the feeling.”

His hands tightened, andshe moaned, freeing her grip from his capture. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around his powerful neck while Colin’s lips buried hers, licking and laving, scraping her with his teeth and kissing softly right when she might pull away.

He yanked her dress lower, and she hadn’t realized how tight his grip had been. Adelia flexed her hips forward, grinding against his pants, and crying out whenColin’s tongue slid down her neck and along her shoulder.

Her hair spilled like a curtain over his face, and he brushed it back kissing her, letting his hands roam across her stomach and back until he found the sweet spot that made every nerve scream at the base of her neck.

“God, Colin,” she moaned. Her panties were damp. Her nipples hardened. His hands hadn’t been near either, and if she hadenough oxygen in her lungs, she might start begging that he strip her naked and tease orgasms until she melted in a climaxing fury.

The zipper at the back of her dress inched down, and Adelia forced Colin’s mouth to hers. Their needy breaths battled, and their tongues danced. Her hands clawed, and Colin ripped down the zipper, its teeth making a noise she might never forget as he shed her dress.

She pressed against him and froze—then laughed. “Wait!”

“What?” He pinned her back to the wall.

“Band-Aids.” She slapped a hand over her mouth. “I forgot.”

“What?”

Adelia spun toward the wall, and rushing to remove the Band-Aids she’d used as nipple covers, shuddered at the pinch of skin with each quick rip.

“What the hell?” He choked on laughter when she squeaked.

“Give me a little room,”Adelia begged, wanting to ease her sore nips. “They were to make sure I didn’t have pointy boobies.”

He snorted. “Hate to break it to you, beautiful, but I could tell when you were turned on, and your nipples pushed in your dress.”

She turned back around. “Not-uh!”

His laughter died a fierce death when his gaze turned molten hot. “Yeah.”

Adelia might never forget how he stared at her breasts,transfixed, but not for a second did she feel demeaned. He didn’t ogle just… stared until his eyes lifted to hers. The laughter was gone, and her falling stomach seemed like it might never hit the bottom floor.

She ran her hands to his shirt buttons, and the first one eased open under her manicured nails and then the next. Her mind raced as his chest expanded with his deepening breaths, andfinally, Adelia pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

Colin pressed forward. Their skin-on-skin warmth made her moan almost as much as his hungry stare.

“I didn’t know that feeling existed,” she whispered.

Scratchy hairs on his chin scratched her cheek as their embrace melded. The thump of their hearts rocketed back and forth, and she knew there wasn’t a way to define this moment when they neededto lock together, but he knew it too.

Colin tightened his hold around her. “A long time ago, someone, I can’t remember who, once told me that some touches will be inscribed in a memory, that you’ll always be able to recall the moment.”

His hushed wisdom nearly brought tears to her eyes. “That’s too good to have come from a fast-food fortune.”

Colin kissed her instead of answering. His needpoured through the intensity of his lips, his searching hands. He gave her more life than she could remember feeling, and their deep moment quickened to a frenzy. She needed him, skin against skin, while his lips were on hers, and nothing else mattered.

Colin dipped his head to her breasts. The hot, searing lick made her buck, arching out of control and crying for more.

His quick flicks gaveway to long sucking ones on one nipple as he massaged the other breast, thumbing over the tip. Sensations blazed, and she needed him to touch between her legs and slide his fingers inside her again. “Colin.”

“Hmm.” His throatiness vibrated against her sensitive skin, send a fury of tornadoes down her stomach.

“Please,” she pleaded. “Take my panties off.”

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