Page 61 of Inevitable
“Never,” she said emphatically. “I always knew that beneath those Neanderthal instincts was a man who would rather hurt himself than hurt me. You were always protective of me and my feelings, Colin. I knew that.”
Something broke inside of me when she put her head on my shoulder like she trusted me completely.
Hell, I’d rather cut my balls off with a dull knife than to betray that kind of trust in any way.
“I still feel that way, Emma,” I confessed. “I think my first instinct is always going to be to protect you.”
“I think that’s just who you are,” she said softly.
Not always.
But with her, it wasdefinitelywho I was.
I grunted as she wriggled on top of me to work her way up higher on my body.
The feel of that soft, curvy body moving over mine got my dick as hard as a pike in a nanosecond.
“Emma,” I said in a warning voice, my heart pounding against my chest wall so violently that I had to take a deep breath to try to make it stop.
“What?” she said innocently as her beautiful, blue-eyed gaze met mine.
I threaded my hands into her hair. “I might be older, but I’m still a guy who finds this shapely body of yours incredibly appealing.”
The need and affection in her eyes gutted me.
Fuck!This woman had always been my weakness, but I really didn’t give a shit anymore.
I kissed her because I couldn’t stop myself from doing it.
I ravaged her mouth like a desperate man, and when she returned the embrace with equal fervor, I knew I was fucked.
I finally allowed myself to touch Emma’s gorgeous body as I kissed her, exploring every new curve and nuance that had gotten my dick hard the moment I’d seen her again.
I hadn’t been trying to flatter her when I’d told her that I liked her curvier body.
Hell, I liked it far too much.
When I palmed the gorgeous ass I’d been admiring for days now, she moaned against my lips when I pulled her as tightly as I could against my aching cock.
Mine!
Emma Lockwood was fuckingmine.
I wasn’t a fanciful guy who believed in things like fate, but some primitive instinct told me that this woman was mine and was always meant to be mine.
I’d just been the idiot who had figured that out too damn late fourteen years ago.
Emma’s eyes were glazed and she was breathless when I reluctantly released her mouth.
I wasn’t going to lie.
There was a masculine part of me that was damn satisfied that she was just as affected by me as I was by her.
“Colin,” she said in a needy tone that made me want to carry her to bed and satisfy every damn need she had.
She hugged me so tightly around the neck that I could barely breathe, but I savored every second of it.
I decided that breathing was highly overrated.
