“Marshall.” I pulled back and watched as her emerald eyes fluttered open.
“Hmmm?” She smiled up at me with an unfocused gaze and moved her hands up to the back of my hair.
“Quit distracting me with slow kisses.” I bit down on her lower lip and grabbed her ass in both hands. “I’ve got skills to showcase.”
“It’s about time,” she said, breaking into a wide smile and giving my hair a tug before reaching between us to grab the hem of her shirt and pulling it up and over her head. “I was falling asleep.”
“Is that right?” I touched her then, and she gasped out a breathy “Well, I was about to.”
It turned explosive, with the few items of clothing we’d had on dissipating in an instant. The long kisses turned into a frenzied meeting of mouths—teeth and lips and tongues, crashing, dragging, biting as we flipped all over her new bed, our bodies fitting together so fucking perfectly that I swear to God I lost my hearing for a few minutes.
Everything disappeared but the urgent electricity crackling through that loft.
“That’s a nice move,” she bit out as I drove her a little higher up on the mattress.
“You like that?” I nipped her neck with my teeth and did it again, earning me a fingernail scrape down my back before she sunk all ten claws into my ass.
“Definitely a solid maneuver,” she panted.
“Thanks,” I managed, but it was taking every bit of my control to hold back. “I got you, Liv.”
She let her head fall back as she moved with me, absolutely unaware of how mind-fuckingly perfect her skills were. I wanted to tell her, but I’d lost the ability to do anything but grit my teeth and hold on for the ride.
14
Olivia
Colin fell asleep around three; I could hear in his breathing that he was out.
My back was against his chest and his arms were wrapped around me, and I was kind of in shock over just how incredible the night had been.
I mean, Colin being good at sex was no surprise; I’d somehow known he would be. But he’d been sweet and funny and a tiny bit romantic, too, which was one hell of a surprise. The way he’d held my face while he was kissing me, the hot look in his blue eyes—my stomach got light when I thought of it, and he was still in my bed, for God’s sake.
The night was a mistake—of course it was—but it wasn’t a mistake I’d regret. It’d been too good. If Colin were any other guy in the world, I’d be freaking out at that very minute and daydreaming about him becoming my boyfriend.
Thank God I knew better.
Even though he’d surprised me with his sweetness, it was still just sex. Just the two of us responding to the chemistry, and now it could never happen again. In real life, we never would’ve connected in a relationship sort of way, so this had just been us getting in a few more good rolls before the sun came up.
I smiled and burrowed my head deeper into the linen pillowcase that smelled like Colin’s laundry detergent. Who would’ve thought the greatest sex of my life would be with Colin Beck?
I closed my eyes and let the quiet sound of his breathing lull me to sleep.
* * *
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MY PHONE.
I sat up in bed, waking up as my phone chirped from where it was charging on the floor. I was confused for half a second before I looked down and saw that I was sprawled out across a very sleepy-looking Colin.
Who was smirking at me.
Shit. One look at his face and the events of the night before came rushing back.
Holy balls.
It’d been an incredible night, but Colin had made me feel too much. I felt my cheeks get hot as he grinned and I said, “Hey, you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Good morning.”
The phone was loud, and I had to crawl over him to grab it. Part of me was glad for the distraction, because I needed to get my thoughts together and be cool about Colin. I glanced at the display—it was Glenda.
“Oh.” I stole the sheet, wrapped it around my body, and moved to sit at the foot of the bed in case Colin wanted to go back to sleep.
“Hello?”
I watched Colin climb out of bed and grab his pants from the floor, stepping into them, and it almost felt too intimate for me to witness.
“Olivia, it’s Glenda. Listen, I’m just going to get right to it.”
Her voice sounded weird—pissed—and my stomach dropped. Something was very wrong. I scrambled off the bed, grasping the top of the sheet before running down the stairs to take the call. I didn’t want Colin to hear. “Oka—”