Colin’s hand played over her knee again. Her panties were already soaked with desire. She was barely holding it together, and he had hardly touched her.
She swallowed hard. “I think that sounds like a great idea,” she managed to squeak out.
Colin leaned into her. His lips brushed against hers, and a low moan rose in the back of her throat. He skimmed his lips against her earlobe.
His voice was low and throaty. “As long as you’re not too buzzed from the wine.”
“I’m not buzzed at all.” Not from the wine, anyway.
She could feel her skin start to flush, and her breath quicken as his hand traced up her thigh, so close to the heat between her legs. Sabela didn’t think she could trust herself to speak anymore.
“Good,” Colin whispered, “because I’d hate to cut tonight short.”
His other hand settled on the curve of her waist, and his lips were on hers again. This was different than the night before. His lips weren’t tentative or exploring.
They were plundering.
He claimed her then, and she opened her mouth without reservation. Each kiss brought her to the edge of desire, only to end and leave her craving more. Sabela tried to suppress her whimpers of desire, but they sneaked out nonetheless.
Colin looked deeply into her eyes before grazing his hand up her side. She knew that even in the car’s dim light he would be able to see her nipples stretching against the silk of her dress. She didn’t mind.
Let him see what he did to her. Let him see that she needed him.
Sabela wasn’t ashamed of herself or of her desire.
She ran her hands over his broad, hard shoulders, and over the carved planes of his back.
Colin’s gaze swept up and down her body, even as his hands roamed boldly across the exposed skin of her thigh.
The trip back to the chalet vanished in a sequence of toe curling kisses and teasing caresses. It seemed like moments later they were at the driveway.
Sabela straightened her dress and tried to gain control of her breathing as Bruno walked around the car and opened the door. Colin kept her close to him as he pulled her out of the car and escorted her into the chalet.
They tossed their coats on a settee in the hallway. Sabela was trying to figure out how she would keep a lock on her emotions if she saw Marie or anyone else waiting for them, but thankfully there was no one along the way.
She followed Colin to their wing of the chalet, and hesitated only slightly when they reached the door to her room. Tonight wasn’t supposed to end like this. They were supposed to have a drink. Had he changed his mind?
But he pulled her past it, lips curled with mischief. Sabela’s heart raced. There was only one door further down the hallway.
The one that led to Colin’s bedroom.
Colin pushed the double doors open and stood in the threshold. He looked at her, and his devilish grin grew.
It was an invitation.
All she had to do was step through the doorway.
She wanted him. He knew it as much as she did. The storm of desire that had been growing between them had turned into a full-blown blizzard tonight. She didn’t want to stop what had been started.
Sabela stepped into the room, and he closed the door behind her.
This was it. She’d made her choice.
Colin was a good person; she was sure of it.
“That dress,” Colin remarked as he circled her. He was wild, beastly, riled by his arousal. “Where did you get it from?”
“You gave it to me,” she replied, unsure of what he was doing. She twisted to follow him as he circled.
“I thought so. I’d like it back, please.”
The request caught her off-guard, and Sabela inhaled sharply. Hand trembling, she reached down to lift the hem when Colin grabbed her wrist gently.
“No,” he said. “Not like that.”
“Then how?”
“I want you to do it slowly. Take your time. And if you’re inclined to touch yourself, all the better.”
The words were a cool command, but his tone was heated. Sabela’s heart skipped a beat. Beyond the cool, hardened exterior, Colin Morgan was drop dead sexy, all heat.
Nervous but invigorated all at once, Sabela stepped past him and took her first look at his room. A fire burned in a large marble fireplace across from Colin’s king sized bed, a massive, carved wood four poster that probably weighed a ton. Richly-colored rugs and dark leather furniture gave the place a masculine air.
Like in her room, there were huge plate glass windows that undoubtedly offered a magnificent view in daylight. In the dark, like now, they were black mirrors that reflected her own self back at her. She could see Colin standing behind her, head slightly lowered, intent on her body.
Colin moved to a chair next to the fire. He indicated for her to come closer. Sabela did.
She understood that the tone of their relationship had changed yet again. There was something different about how he looked at her now. The predator had come out to play.
But this time she did not shy away.
Sabela had never done anything like this before for anyone. She nervously bit her lower lip, and Colin waited.
Heart thudding, nerves racing, Sabela turned her back to him with a sultry swing of her hips. No sense giving him the whole show right away. The she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
She could do this.
She wanted to do this.
She wanted Colin to want her like he had never wanted any woman before.
Sabela rocked her hips back and forth in a slow, deliberate manner. She ran her hands over her curves and up her sides. “Could you unzip me, please?”
His response was a gruff affirmative. He slowly pulled the zipper all the way down to her lower back. The bodice of the dress grew slack against her chest, her crossed arms holding it in place. Sabela turned, the slow roll of her hips timing her turn, so that she faced Colin again.
The way his gaze darted across her as if to watch her every movement was mesmerizing. Sabela felt powerful. He had given the command, but she was the one in control.
Her hands still clasping the bodice of the dress, she teased him, trailing her fingertips down along her collarbones and across the rounds of her breasts. The bodice did not yet fall, but it was getting close.
Colin watched her intently, and shifted slightly in his chair.
There was nowhere for her hands to go but down. Sabela let her hands fall away from the bodice to allow the fabric to fall. Beneath it she wore a black slip.
It was just enough to give the illusion that she was wearing clothes.
She hooked her thumbs
into the fabric of the dress and slowly pushed it down her body and around her thighs as if she were caressing herself. From the way Colin couldn’t take his gaze from her, she knew that the show was going well. She pushed the material lower.
Sabela took a step forward and left the garment on the floor. She moved her hands behind her slender neck and did a slow, sultry stretch and arched her back, which she knew would immediately bring his gaze to her chest. She leaned forward and glided her hands down her thighs. Then up again bringing the hem of her slip with them.
Colin leaned forward in his seat. It was close to intoxicating to know that she was the only thing in his world in that moment. She dropped the slip.
Sabela turned so that her body was silhouetted by the firelight. She put her hands on the fireplace mantle and slowly rotated her hips again so that the shimmering slip caught the flickering light.
Ready to take things further, she looked at Colin over her shoulder. He had moved closer to the edge of his chair. His hands flexed on his knees.
She pushed the bodice of her slip down so that one of her breasts was exposed to the air, but he could not see it. Then she turned slightly to her left. Colin would only be able to see the silhouette of her breast and hardened nipple.
The other side of the bodice slipped down. Without the curve of her breasts to keep the slip up, it fell to the floor in a silken pool around her feet. She slowly stepped out of it and kicked the slip off to the side.
The only clothes left on her body was a pair of silky panties, little more than a scrap of fabric between her and total nudity. Sabela was exposed in a way that she had never been before, but instead of feeling uncomfortable and awkward, she was empowered.
A puff of air against her back signaled Colin’s presence. Sabela gasped as his hands settled onto her hips.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
“WHO KNEW THAT YOU WERE such a tease,” he growled against the crook of her neck. His hips pushed against her ass, and his arousal was evident.
It was as impressive as what she had felt the night before.