Colin rolled back and lay a hand over his eyes, resigning himself to talking before any other desires were satisfied. Truth be told, he wanted to confide in Rina, which surprised him, since he wasn’t a sharing kind of guy.
“Not the way I should have. Then again, the feeling was mutual.” Sensing Rina’s gaze on him, he stared up at the ceiling, wanting a clear head when he answered her. “I was a news anchor on a local station in Boston when Julie and I met. We had some things in common and I thought she was a refreshing change from the women who wanted the macho personality they saw on TV.”
“You, macho?” Rina laughed.
“After last night, are you seriously doubting my masculinity?” He pushed her onto her back, straddling her hips.
She sucked in a shallow breath. “Definitely not.”
“So do you want to hear about my disastrous marriage or would you rather repeat some of those erotic positions we tried last night?” He asked, his erection poised at her moist, ready flesh.
She sighed, obviously torn, her wide brown eyes filled with curiosity and desire. He didn’t blame her for either. He wanted equal insight into her past and planned to get it after he satisfied his need for her this morning. He doubted he’d ever have his fill of her completely, something he’d have to deal with soon.
“I want you to talk. I want to know all about you. Then I want to make love.”
“Okay,” he said, resigned. “Julie and I got married. I was working at the network, restless with the job and life, but that wasn’t anything new or different for me.” He’d always been restless, ready to move on. So why wasn’t he compelled to bolt now, when things in his personal life were at their most complicated? He knew the reason lay in his arms, waiting for more answers. “I think Julie sensed my restlessness. Not that it’s an excuse for cheating, but I think she wasn’t any happier than I was.”
“She cheated on you?” Rina asked.
Realizing he hadn’t been clear, Colin laughed. Amazing that she hadn’t jumped to the conclusion that he’d been the one to stray, which said volumes about her faith in him. Unwarranted faith under the present circumstances, but it pleased him anyway. “Yeah, she did. Obviousl
y she wasn’t getting what she needed out of the relationship.”
“Or she didn’t know the meaning of truth, honesty and fidelity,” Rina said in disgust.
Ouch, he thought, taking the direct hit. “I think Julie just wanted me to be satisfied at home and, sensing I wasn’t, she went looking elsewhere.”
“I never realized we had anything so fundamental in common. My husband wanted me to be more satisfied at home than I was.”
“He didn’t cheat on you, did he?” Colin wouldn’t want Rina to suffer the humiliation.
She shook her head. “I think what he wanted was almost worse. He wanted to change me.”
“Foolish man.”
Her eyes shimmered with moisture and happiness. “That’s what I like about you, Colin. You accept me for who I am and respect what I want to do in life.” She shook her head. “For as long as we last, I’ll know you’re not a man who has some wrong vision of who I am or some alternative idea of what I should be doing. You want me.”
Yes, he did. For as long as she’d have him and, he feared, beyond. Colin nudged her legs aside with his and while she watched, he entered slowly. “I want you.” He thrust deep and she took all of him, arching her hips while her body contracted around him, milking him with her tight, wet heat.
She shuddered and sucked in a breath. “I want a man to know me and accept me.”
He withdrew, feeling her swollen and wet surrounding him. “I want to know all of you. Every last thing about you.”
She bent her knees, forcing him to thrust deeper in order to maintain body contact. “I want to know you the same way.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” he asked, and proceeded to know her. Accept her. And she did the same, taking him, accepting every last bit he had to offer.
RINA TURNED ON the shower in Colin’s bathroom. She inhaled the scent of shaving cream and aftershave. Colin’s aftershave. Just the delicious smell was enough to arouse her sensitive body all over again.
As much as she’d like to head back into the bedroom to repeat the experience, she knew she had to shower and let Colin drive her home. She’d called Frankie and left word for her to walk Norton, but she couldn’t be certain her friend had gotten the message. And Norton, the pampered pooch, wasn’t used to being alone overnight any more than Rina was used to spending her nights in a man’s bed.
Any more than she was used to bonding with a man emotionally, and for that reason, her escape home came at the perfect time. She needed space and time to think.
And an hour later, Colin drove her home. He pulled up to the Cape house and she noticed an unfamiliar black car parked in the driveway. “Maybe Frankie’s got company.”
“Frankie, your company?” he asked wryly, reminding her of last Saturday night’s phone call.
Rina grinned. “Frankie, my female friend who lives downstairs.” She’d told him about Frankie over a quick breakfast of cold cereal in his kitchen, where she’d admitted to baiting him last weekend.