London Falling (Falling #2)(49)
The plans were in place, including the weekend which included a night out with the boys for Dylan, a night for me with Collier.
Shivers of excitement filled the space around me. Collier and I had only spent one full night together, but oh, what a night. A repeat was definitely in order. Now that we’d cleared the air, I looked forward to spending time with him.
Anticipation ran high for the physical aspects of our time together. Being with Collier the other night, letting go, him taking me against the wall, pushed every button I had. I wanted, needed to be with him again. When our bodies connected, a fire ignited. One so bright it was impossible to ignore. For now, I was willingly going in, planning to get burned.
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The earth fell beneath my feet as I took in her form. Thick, black hair tumbled in curls around her shoulders. An aqua blue cashmere sweater, the pure blue amethyst color mimicking the Caribbean ocean, set off her eyes and molded to her breasts like a second skin. Her hips were encased in a dark gray, almost black, pencil skirt, that ended just above her knees. Tall, suede, come-shag-me boots, covered an incredible set of gams. London was mouthwateringly stunning and it took everything I had not to push her into the wall behind her door and take her. Right here. Right now.
“Hey Colly.” She used the childhood nickname my family had given me. I grimaced. “What? You don’t like being called Colly?” she asked with a wicked grin.
I slid a hand around her neck and caressed her cheek. “I prefer other names.” I stepped closer, crowding her, letting our bodies barely graze. The familiar crackle and sizzle filled the air surrounding us and the rest of the world faded away into nothing but London. Her lips, her eyes, just…her.
Slowly, I dragged my lips along the cheek I wasn’t holding, pressing our chests together.
She gasped. “And what would those names be?” Her vibrations sluiced down my chest, hardening my cock.
With my thumb I tilted her neck up and to the side, so I could nuzzle the silky skin. Christ, she smelled amazing. Cinnamon and spice and everything nice. I wanted to drown in it. Sink my teeth into it. Mark her perfect skin so that everyone knew where I’d been. Where I’d always want to be. What would be mine for as long as she’d have me.
She inhaled slowly while I licked the tender patch that made her knees shake. I gripped her hip, digging my fingers into her willing flesh. Her heart beat and her breasts mashed against my chest as she tried to press closer.
Nibbling the delicate skin of her ear, I reminded her of the words that haunted my fantasies, “Lover.”
She groaned.
I trailed my tongue around the edge of her ear. “Oh-God-Fuck-Me,” I whispered the words she used the last time we were together. I kissed and licked a trail down the sweet column of her neck until I reached her clavicle.
“Sexy Englishman,” she said on a trembling exhale.
I hummed deep in my throat, kissing my way back up her neck until I reached her lips. They were slightly parted as I slid just the tip of my tongue around the swollen flesh.
“Collier…“ she breathed against my mouth. Her hands held me around my neck, trying to bring me toward her.
I pulled back and her eyes shot open. Confusion, mixed with desire and lust, swirled in her gaze.
“Later, Beauty. By the end of the night, you’ll be begging to be shagged.”
Those eyes of hers squinted at the confirmation I was going to make her wait and shite, it was hard. Sod all. I had to have just a taste. “But here’s something to hold onto…“ I slanted my lips over hers and pressed her deep into my body. Every part of me felt like it was touching every part of her. Pure bliss.
She sighed into the kiss and I took that opportunity to lick into her mouth and let our tongues dance, mingling and twirling in endless loops.
Mint and tea burst over my taste buds, reminding me of London…the woman and my home. Time ebbed and moved languorously until I knew if I didn’t pull away, we wouldn’t make it out. She deserved more than a quick bonk against another wall. Wooing then f*cking was on the menu for tonight. I planned on courting this woman to within an inch of her life.
She didn’t date? I planned on being the first and possibly the last if what I was starting to feel for this woman was accurate. Only time would tell, but in order to do that, I had to forcefully pull away from heaven.
Her lips chased mine and her finger nails dug into my shoulders. She tugged on my bottom lip with her teeth. “You know, dates are overrated.” She pulled away and the look in her eye almost broke my control. Almost.
“That’s because you haven’t been on any worth rating. Time to go.”
London smiled and bit her lip, finally untangling her luscious limbs from her death grip on mine. She shook her head and pulled on the handle of her small carry-on sized suitcase. “You know, you surprise me. Not many men would push me away when they want me. And believe me--” Her hand came out and cupped my rock solid erection through my jeans. I groaned and tipped my head back offering my neck as she slid her hand up and down the hard length between my thighs. “--I know when a man wants me.” I brought my head down and gazed into the depths of her clear-blue eyes. “Maybe by the end of the night, you’ll be begging me to get f*cked.” Her voice rose on the “k”, punctuating her point nicely, bringing me to boiling hot for her, instead of the other way around.