Make It Last (Friends & Lovers 1)

“I don’t care if you’re mad at me or not, but it would sure be hypocritical of you, now wouldn’t it?”

He sighed loudly. “What did you come here for, Bree? Go back to your boyfriend and leave me be.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” she retorted. “I haven’t had the stomach for one since you left.”

Colin took a step closer. “That Kent guy isn’t your boyfriend?”

“No,” she responded. “Look, I came here because I was pissed that you got mad at us. You have no reason to be mad. I don’t get why you are. You’re the one who left. You didn’t want me then, so why do you care now?”

With that she whirled towards the door. She only made it a couple steps before Colin grabbed her arm and whirled her back. He walked her quickly backwards until she was stopped by the door.

Before she could register what was happening, she was flat against the door. His mouth was on hers.

She didn’t think, she just reacted.

Her hands came up around his neck. His fastened under her bottom and lifter her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, to get stabilized, then met his hot, hungry mouth with her own.

They kissed frantically, as if they had been starved for the contact. When his mouth left hers to trail kisses down her throat, her head fell back to allow him better access. As he licked his way back up to her mouth, she groaned loudly and he paused to look at her.

“Wanting you was never the problem,” he stated, eyes black with need. Then he dove back in and began to drive her slowly crazy.

Her whole body thrummed with need and desire. She rocked against him, reveling in the fact that his body responded to her in a way that it never had before.

Suddenly, the door was no longer at her back as he turned and carried her through the rooms to his bed, his mouth never leaving hers. Once they got to his bed, he laid her down and stayed on top of her in one swift motion.

Prone on the bed, she had the ability to use her trembling hands to explore his rock hard body. She quickly drew his shirt over his head, but when he inhaled deeply and reached for her shirt, she put her hand on top of his to stop him from undressing her.

“I’m not ready for this.” Briana looked up at him from beneath full lashes, trying to catch her breath as she spoke.

Colin kneeled back on the bed, running his hands over his face and through his hair. He closed his eyes and nodded, then opened them with a smile.

“Okay.” He moved around on the bed so he could lie next to her, picking up her hand and lacing his fingers through hers. “We’ll do this on your terms, Bree.”

He laid back and patted his chest. She scooted over and placed her head over his racing heart and smiled. He traced his fingers over her shoulder and arm. She dozed off reveling in the smell and feel of him.

Briana opened her eyes to Colin’s face peaceful with sleep. She realized that she hadn’t seen him look this peaceful since he’d come back home.

She felt a rush of sadness for him that he’d fallen short of his childhood dream. For as long as she’d known him, football had been his life. It was as much a part of him as breathing. She’d loved his dedication to the sport and the fulfillment that it had given him.

She smiled as she remembered Colin and Rich at the first pep rally of his senior year. They had been in front of the entire school, pumped up for their game. Colin was named Captain of the team, and Briana had never been so proud.

Now, she enjoyed having the opportunity to really look at him. They’d never spent the night together, so she’d never seen him look this vulnerable. It tugged at something inside of her, something she’d tried for years to contain.

He began to shift and stretch, then he opened his eyes. He blinked, as if to focus, and when he shifted his hand, it touched her leg, causing him to turn his head towards her.

His face blossomed and his dimples flashed.

“Good morning,” he said softly, his voice still rough with sleep.

“Good morning.” She smiled back at him, caught up in the moment.

“I’m happy that you’re here,” he said, bringing his hand up to sweep the hair from her face.

“Me too,” she admitted.

“I’ve missed you.”

Briana didn’t say anything to that. She wasn’t ready to delve too deep into their relationship.