Guilty Needs(34)

The practical bitch trapped inside Bree commented snidely, Here comes the now-what. You wanted to know. Here’s the answer. He’s going to stand up, get dressed and walk away.

Well, one out of three. He did stand up. But he didn’t get dressed or walk away. What he did was take her hand and draw her to her feet and guide her to the house. Without speaking, he snagged her purse from the ground and dug out her keys. She wrapped her arms around her body, shivering as the cool summer night air began to penetrate the lax, lazy languor that wrapped around her.

Inside the house wasn’t much better. Her nipples were so tight from the cool air, they ached and she shivered uncontrollably until he stopped mid-step and scooped her up in his arms. She squealed, startled, and immediately felt like an idiot. Smacking at his shoulders, she squirmed. “Put me down, Colby. I’m too heavy.”

He nuzzled her neck and then smiled down at her, his eyes heavy-lidded. “You don’t feel too heavy to me.” The tips of his fingers touched the outer curve of her right breast and he stroked her lightly. “You feel perfect.”

Perfect? She snorted. She stood five inches taller than Alyssa had and probably weighed a good fifty pounds more. Stop. Stop thinking about her. She tensed in his arms, unable to banish the overwhelming sense of self-consciousness that washed over her.

“Where did you go?” he asked as he carried her into her room and laid her on the bed.

She might have tried to roll away from him, but he settled down next to her, bracing an arm on her opposite side. Trapped, she stared up at him in the dark room. At least it was dark in there. She always kept her curtains closed so the brilliant silvery light of the full moon couldn’t shine through. The darkness made it easier to deal with him.

What could she say? I keep thinking about Alyssa and I come up short every damn time. Hell, now that would put a damper on things. Instead, she hedged, looking away from him as she mumbled, “I’m nowhere near perfect, Colby.”

He left the bed. Tracking his shadowed body, she watched as he made his way back to the door. As he flicked the light on, she flinched, automatically shielding her eyes. Squinting at him, she watched as he moved to the foot of the bed. He wrapped his fingers around her ankles, firmly, gently urging her to open her thighs. Then he settled on his knees between her widespread legs and laid the flats of his palms on the outer curve of her calves. His eyes roamed over her, starting at her legs, moving upward.

As he stared at her sex, blood rushed to her cheeks but she couldn’t tell if she was more turned-on or embarrassed. She was already wet—wet from herself, wet from him—but under that hot, intense stare, she felt a rush of heat escape her. She was on fire. Blazing. Dying from the heat.

Then he licked his lips and crouched down, pressing his mouth against her and she mewled, bucking upward. He stroked his tongue down her slit, opening her.

Bree keened out his name and reached down, fisting her hands in his hair. He settled his body between her thighs. She brought her knees up, trying to decide if she wanted to squirm away or tug on his head until he put his mouth on her and put her out of her misery.

Colby seemed to know what she was debating, because he caught her hips in his hands and held her still. He flicked a glance at her and then kissed her—a full, open-mouthed kiss. He nuzzled her clit, licked it, sucked on the sensitized bud until she was shaking and then he started to f*ck his tongue in, out…slowly…lazily.

He stroked her with his tongue, groaned against her *, and when she bucked against his mouth, he growled—a demanding, greedy sound low in his chest. His hands tightened on her ass and lifted her more fully against him. The lazy, teasing strokes became hungry, frenzied, driving her harder and harder, as though he was trying to devour her. He didn’t stop until he’d driven her to climax and then climbed up her body and wedged his hips between her thighs.

Dazed, she watched as he flicked his hair out of his eyes, their dark golden-amber color burning into her. “Perfect,” he muttered. He reached between them, wrapping his fingers around his cock and then guiding his length into her.

She took him easier this time but he still moved too damn slow, feeding her one slow inch at a time, as though driving her crazy topped his list of things to do. “Colby…”

“Bree…” he mimicked, smiling down at her. “You’re so impatient.”

“And you’re cruel.” Reaching up, she twined her fingers around his neck, bringing his mouth to hers. “Quit teasing me. You have no idea—” she broke off, flushing as she realized what she’d almost said. What she’d almost told him. She covered by kissing him, twining her tongue with his, pulling back to nip his lip.

“Cruel?” he asked when she broke away to gasp for air. “I go down on you and lick you until you scream my name, but I’m cruel?”

Catching her wrists, he stretched her arms over her head, pinning her wrists with one hand. Trailing the fingertips of his free hand along her side, he reached between them and stroked her clit. “Now if I did this until you were just a breath away from coming, that might be cruel.”

He strummed her with his fingers, playing her body like a master. And then he did just what he’d threatened, working her until climax was just a whisper away and then he stopped, bringing his fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. “Now that’s being cruel.”

If she could have reached him, she would have bitten him. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her heels just above his butt. “Don’t tease me.”