Rina was different. In every way. “I’m safe, too,” he admitted.
“You don’t feel safe,” she said, squeezing her thighs tighter, intensifying the spiraling sensations. She lay her head back and moaned, and the thought of being inside her with no barriers between them, nothing except melding flesh, made him burn hotter. To hell with the consequences, with the problems lying ahead of them.
To hell with everything but this. He pulled the thin string holding her panties until the material tore in two, and when the panties joined the growing pile on the floor, Colin saw perfection. Glistening, dewy perfection surrounded by creamy white thighs with a triangle of dark hair on top.
“Sweet heaven,” he muttered. He moved aside long enough to pull off his boxers and drop them to the floor, then noticed she’d changed positions. Against the black sofa, she lay, legs spread wide, waiting. For him.
He came over her, his hands grasping her thighs at the same time his thumbs caressed and parted her silken, damp flesh. Her breath caught in her throat, her pleasure unmistakable.
“This works for you?” He ran a finger over her slick heat, slipping inside.
“Oh, yes.” Her hips jerked upward in silent acknowledgment, taking him in deeper.
At the simulation of sex, a shudder wracked his body, making him feel as out of control as he’d been when he was a teenager. But no, he thought. This was far worse, because no other woman had ever affected him this way.
And Rina hadn’t been with anyone since her husband. The thought both sobered and humbled him. He wanted to give her perfection. He wanted to give her everything he had.
Nudging his erection at her engorged opening, he thrust fast and deep, giving her what he needed, what he sensed, hoped she needed, as well. From her satisfied cry that shook the silent house, he’d been right.
He wanted to savor the moment that had been so long in coming, but they were both too far gone. Her hips gyrated, seeking release, and his body thrust of its own volition, only too happy to comply. Harder, hotter, the slick, synchronized movement between them created not just intense sensation but a swell of emotion he hadn’t been prepared to face.
Though he’d known he and Rina wouldn’t just have sex, the perfection of the moment completely overwhelmed him. But as she repeated her earlier motion, wrapping her legs around his back and nearly lifting herself off the couch, she brought him so deep into her he didn’t know where he left off and she began. And he didn’t want to know.
He only wanted to feel, and when she dug her nails into his flesh and let go completely, Colin felt set free.
CHAPTER EIGHT
COLIN STRETCHED OUT beside Rina, every inch of his lean, hard male body coming into delicious contact with her skin. His fingers tangled in her hair and he pulled her close. After their encounter on the couch they’d moved to his bed, where she’d slept more deeply than she’d ever remembered. Making love to him had been a mind-altering experience, one she was all too ready to repeat this morning.
But not yet. “Tell me about Julie.” Logan had planted the seeds of her curiosity surrounding Colin’s past and Rina wanted to explore them. To know more about this enigmatic man who made her come apart so easily.
He groaned. “Hell of a way to start the day,” he muttered.
Okay, so it wasn’t the best question first thing the morning after, but she’d spent the night in his arms. He’d spent it inside her body. She figured that allowed her some leeway.
“She’s my ex-wife.” He rolled over and propped up on one arm.
The sheet pulled low on his chest and the urge to press her breasts against him and drop this whole conversation was strong. Unfortunately, her curiosity was stronger. “And?”
He met her gaze. “She’s in the past.”
“A painful past?” She probed deeper.
He shrugged. “It only hurts if you care. I’m over it.”
“I should hope so, considering where we are.”
He exhaled hard, and she knew he was going through that frustrating process of male withdrawal. “So why do I have the feeling that knowing Julie’s in the past isn’t enough?”
“Because I’m a woman and I like to push.”
“Even if I’d rather make love than talk?” A wry, sexy smile tipped his lips.
Good, she thought. He wasn’t angry, just attempting to maintain his masculine dignity with stoic silence. She rewarded his patience with her questions with a long, lingering kiss. One that quickly threatened to explode in another lovemaking session, considering they were both still nude. And she wasn’t ready to give up on emotional intimacy for more sex, as much as her body craved him.
She broke the kiss, licking at her damp lips. A disheveled Colin was as devastating to her senses as a well-put-together one. And if the man was going to have this kind of effect on her, she needed to understand all about him.
“Did you love her?” Rina asked.