He moved a tendril from her face, then ran his hand over her bare shoulder. “Who are you running from?”
After setting her glass on the napkin, she tilted her face to peek at him. “Things I can’t change, no matter how much I drink. What about you, Colton? What demons haunt you?”
Being a buzzkill would ruin their evening. He shook his head. “Can I buy you another glass?”
Shaking her head, she said, “I’m heading upstairs. Care to join me?”
He couldn’t get off that barstool fast enough. They entered the elevator and rode in a sizzling silence. The doors spilled open and they hastened down the quiet hallway. Colton made no assumptions when it came to Brigit, but he had to believe that was an invitation. Wasn’t it?
She stopped in front of her suite. “See you.” And again she vanished behind her door.
Damn that woman. Reading her was impossible. Fine, he’d go to Burke’s Playroom. He was too pent-up to sleep and he needed a lot more than his pathetic hand. He wanted the curves of a woman and the warmth of her supple body. And he needed that woman to be Brigit.
She doesn’t care what I need.
He slid his key into the slot, opened the door and entered his living room. His suite door banged shut behind him as the adjoining door to Brigit’s suite opened.
In three strides, he entered and snaked his arms around her back, pulling her close. Their mouths connected and they deepened the kiss.
This.Thiswas exactly where he needed to be.
Their passionate kissing continued until his balls ached. But damn if he couldn’t kiss her for days and still not have his fill of her. Panting, he unzipped her dress and it crumpled to the ground. She started to pull away from him. “No, leave the dress,” he growled.
“It’s worth a fortune,” she whispered between gasps for breath.
“Fuck the dress.” He continued kissing her.
She abruptly ended the kiss and gazed into his eyes. “No, fuckme. And make it good.”
36
THE GOOD STUFF
Good?
Brigit Farnay was going to get fucking fantastic. With her help, he shed his clothing, whisked her into his arms and laid her on her bed. Still in her heels, she scrambled out and scooted into her bathroom.
“Was it something I said?” he called.
She returned with an unopened box of condoms. “I came prepared.” With a smirk, she kicked off her stilettos, pulled back the linens, and tumbled into bed.
“I’m impressed, considering you haven’t left the mansion.”
“Shut up and kiss me, will ya?” She tore off a packet and ripped open the seal. She lifted it with dainty fingers and waggled her eyebrows. “The fun starts when you let me sliiiiiide this on you.”
Her playful mood lifted his spirits. “Happy to oblige, ma’am.” She unrolled it over his erection and he planked over her. “You are crazy beautiful, so fucking sexy and too damn fun, you know that?”
“I only know what you tell me and since you won’t stop talking, I’m going to have to make you.” She wrapped her fingers around his cock and pulled him to her opening. “Now get inside me.”
He gazed into her eyes, leaned down to kiss her and slid inside. Her hot, slick core gobbled him up and he didn’t stop until he was locked in place.
“Oh, you feel soooo good.” She opened her heavy-lidded eyes.
She felt fucking amazing. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I already did.” She raised her hands over her head, rested them on the pillows, and spread her legs wider. “Fuck me, Colton.”
Somehow this woman could make him forget he was sitting in the eye of the storm in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. On a long, satisfied moan, Colton withdrew and thrust, pausing to latch onto her erect nipple. Sucking and biting her tender flesh, he met her bucking hips with another thrust and another until her groans shifted to growls and her fingernails scraped his back.