Page 25 of The Widower
I didn’t know what to say. His closeness made my pulse race. Being that close to him—smelling him, seeing the fire in his eyes, the tension in his jaw—
It wasn’t helping.
So I did the opposite of what a sane person would do. I kept pushing him.
“The truth hurts, I know. The lack of… something more in our lives makes us like this.” I paused, glancing around. “We forget how to even kiss someone, let alone handle it when someone actually wants us.”
Colin’s eyes darkened, and in one smooth move, he pressed me back against the wall, his face just inches from mine.
“You’re saying I don’t remember how to kiss?” he whispered.
Then prove me wrong. Kiss me.
“Maybe. You never know.”
He laughed—low, dangerous—and then his hand came up, fingers curling under my chin. He was going to kiss me.
“Looks like a certain woman’s dying to be taken by me… by my mouth, my tongue…”
A shiver ran through me at his touch. My body felt like it was melting, caught between guilt, desire, and the champagne fogging my mind.
“Yes, Colin.”
“Say it,” he murmured, his breath warm against my lips. “Say you need my mouth on yours, my hands on your body…”
“I need that…” I whispered, my eyes fluttering open.
He stopped—his lips just a breath away from mine. I was sure he was going to kiss me. My heart was pounding; I even parted my lips…
But he pulled back.
The bastard pulled back.
“I know,” he said coolly, pretending not to care. “You don’t attract me.So it’s not happening.”
CHAPTER 7
“All it takes is a single spark to ignite something we never knew existed…”
ISABELLE CAMPBELL
Shame!
That word defined me perfectly in that moment.
Colin and I were in his car, driving toward my place. I hadn’t said a single word since what happened, and I honestly had no idea where to hide my face. The shame was unbearable.
“It’s rare to see you this quiet. I’ll admit—I kind of like it,” he said.
I stayed silent, staring at the windshield, trying to process the embarrassing scene I’d made just minutes ago. God, I’m such a needy idiot…
“You know, I don’t blame you for what you said. Alcohol has a way of messing with people’s heads sometimes.”
Idiot!
I kept my mouth shut, shrinking into myself. I worked for Colin—how the hell was I supposed to face him on Monday after this?
“I get it. You want to stay quiet. I’ll give you—”
