She tasted faintly of sweet wine and delicacy.
He worked hard to lower her defenses. His hands smoothed over her back, molding her to him.
She was a fantastic kisser. He’d learned that back in Vegas, and he got further glimmerings of her potential now.
He skimmed his hands above the back of her dress. He pressed and rubbed her muscles, soothing her.
Belinda made a low sound of pleasure.
Of course, he’d suggested the greenhouse in order to have a private moment, but he knew, even in his current aroused state, that he couldn’t simply lower her to the floor here and make love to her.
Then again, he could lock the greenhouse door…
He undid the hook at the back of her dress and then lowered the zipper, relaxing her bodice.
Belinda sighed, and the cups of her gown fell away from her breasts.
Colin feasted on the sight.
Belinda’s lips were parted and glistening, her eyes half-closed. The tips of her breasts were drawn tight, beckoning to him.
He bent and lowered his mouth to one rosy bud.
Belinda’s knees buckled, nearly taking them both down to the floor.
Colin drew his brows together, concentrating on the task at hand—giving and receiving pleasure.
He breathed deeply, and Belinda moaned.
Suddenly, the greenhouse door opened and shut. A moment later, the air around them changed and cooled. Distantly, there was the sound of voices.
Belinda pulled away from him with a jerk and gathered her bodice to her chest.
He knew he should have locked that door when he’d had the chance.
She looked disheveled and reached to pull up her zipper. “We can’t do this!”
“Reluctantly, I have to agree. We’re no longer alone.”
“Our postnup hasn’t been signed,” she countered.
“Is that what you’re waiting for?”
“That’s what we’re waiting for,” she corrected.
Clearly, she meant to hold him off on sex until the agreement was signed.
Colin breathed in deep and took a moment to bring himself back from acute arousal. Damn, it hurt.
No doubt about it. He’d have to raise hell to get their agreement finalized as soon as possible.
Belinda glanced from side to side and then shot him a repressive look. “I have to get out of here.”
Colin smiled sardonically. He needed to get out of here, too. They had to leave before he got them to take up where they had unsatisfyingly left off—agreement or no agreement.
He raised her chin and touched the pad of his thumb to the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes widened.