I forced my eyes to stay open so I could look at him. His nostrils were flared and his jaw was clenched, those rowdy eyes glued to mine as his body made me feel unbelievable things. It was so unreal—so deliciously good—that the kitchen, the apartment, and the entire world disappeared. Time dropped away as we caught fire on the granite countertop, and I wasn’t sure if seconds or hours passed as Colin made me burn. My entire existence was right there, where we were together, and nothing else mattered.
“Oh, holy fuck, yes, Liv,” Colin rasped as he breathed against my mouth, “Come on—”
I said through gritted teeth, “Don’t rush me.”
Which made him chuckle and growl into my ear, “I would never rush you, Marshall. Take all the time you need, because I could stay in here for fucking ever.”
His words sent me tumbling, which clearly affected Colin because he groaned something that sounded a lot like holyshitmotherfuckingfuck into the space between my neck and shoulder and squeezed my ass so hard I was sure there’d be marks.
When he finally lifted his head, he gave me a crooked grin. “Did we just christen your new kitchen?”
“We did.” I grabbed my shirt from where it was dangling on the faucet and said, “Someday, when my mother swings by without calling first and sets her purse on this very spot, I will smile, knowing just how upset this scenario would make her.”
Colin
What in the holy shit have I just done?
I opened Olivia’s fridge and grabbed one of the three remaining cans of beer from moving night and tried to stay cool, but the truth was that I was freaking the hell out.
I had sex with Olivia Marshall.
I had sex with Olivia, Jack’s annoying little baby sister.
What had I been thinking? Jack was going to kill me, and it was the absolute right thing to do. I felt like the world’s biggest asshole. I’d been determined to not come down and see her new bed, but somehow, after work, my dick had convinced my brain that I could drop off bedding and then just leave.
Idiot move right there.
As soon as Olivia came out of the bathroom, I was going to convince her we’d made a huge mistake, beg her to keep quiet, and get the hell out of there.
Shit.
Maybe I should move. To another country.
I was mid-chug when she came out and I nearly choked.
Because . . . shit.
She was wearing just her tank top, which hit right at the top of her thighs, and her long, dark hair was a mess. She absolutely looked like she’d just climbed out of bed, and she kind of took my breath away, especially when she gave me a total Olivia smirk.
“We need to talk, Beck. Let’s get some air.” She turned her back to me and walked toward the living room, so I dutifully followed. I clenched my jaw so hard it hurt as I forced my eyes to stay up, looking at the back of her head—instead of her perfect ass—as she walked.
“I’m glad you said it,” I muttered, trailing after her as she opened the sliding door and stepped out onto the dark balcony.
As I closed the door behind me, she leaned on the railing and looked out at the city. I denied my discipline and let my eyes dip, but it was too dark to really see anything other than the curve of her backside.
Shit.
“I don’t know what we were thinking in there,” she said, her voice a little gruff in the darkness, “but I’m sure we both agree that it was a huge mistake.”
I sat down on the deck chair that’d come with the apartment and said, “Agreed.”
“I’m sure we also agree that Jack can never know what happened.”
“Never.” The sound of a car horn honked from below, and I crossed my arms over my chest and wondered how she wasn’t freezing out there. It was an unseasonably cool night, yet she stood there in panties and a tank top as if it were a hot summer’s night.
“Good.” She cleared her throat and turned around, a smile on her lips as the light from inside her apartment shined on her face. “So, um, you should probably take off now so we can put this mistake behind us.”
For some reason, the smile pissed me off. Even though I’d been planning on saying to her exactly what she’d said to me, the way she was grinning and telling me to leave just hit wrong. So I said, “I could take off right now, but I don’t know if I feel like it.”
“What?” Her eyebrows slammed together like I knew they would.
I tilted my head and let my eyes stroll all over her. Shit, shit, shit—not too smart. “Think about it. The mistake has already been made—we had sex. So . . . if we were to have sex again on the same night, it still counts for the same mistake.”