“Alone in the cold? Uh,no.” Vanessa spun around and strutted into the house.
Before Brigit stepped inside, Colton placed his hands on the back of her shoulders. When she turned toward him, he asked, “You want to finish what you were about to tell me?” Her expression fell and she shook her head.
Dammit, Vanessa.
Her beauty drew him in and he brushed his lips against hers. “Exercising control has grounded me and defined me as a man. When we’re together, I can’t control myself.” He kissed her again.
“You’re exhibiting plenty of control now.” Her breathy voice was whisper quiet. She gently finger-combed his hair out of his eyes. “Ask Santa for a brush.”
Heat flamed his body. As she lowered her hand, he dropped a lingering kiss on her palm, then let go. “I’m on Santa’s naughty list,” he murmured. “A lump of coal for me.”
Her smile sent a bolt of electricity shooting through him. He missed her so damn much. But he wouldn’t lay a hand on her until she was ready. Hell, he didn’t even know if she wanted him anymore.
“Don’t forget to lock up.” She shuffled out of the kitchen.
He threw the bolt and fell in line with her. In silence, they walked upstairs.
She stopped at her doorway. “Goodnight, Colton.”
“Sleep well, Brigit.” He looked into her eyes. Normally bright and fiery, they looked troubled. If Vanessa hadn’t barged in, would she have finally opened up? Second-guessing that woman was pointless.
He couldn’t resist touching her, so he slipped his hand around the nape of her neck. Desire pulsed through him and his body came alive. Caressing her soft skin reminded him of how their bodies molded together. He inhaled her sweet scent, wanting to get lost in her. Instead of telling her how much he missed and needed her, he kissed her forehead and walked away.
After closing his bedroom door, he tossed his robe on the foot of the bed and lay down. Naked beneath the linens, he closed his eyes but he was too revved up to sleep. The Francesco Company and Crockett Boxes would be his or he’d be forced out of the single biggest undertaking of his career. He clenched his hands into fists. Wilson Montgomery made his blood boil. Who returned after two decades, hell-bent on ruining their son?My asshole of a father, that’s who.
There was a light tap on his door and then it opened. An angel appeared in his doorway, backlit by the amber hallway light. Brigit crossed into his bedroom. “I can’t sleep.”
His body responded to her sultry voice. Tossing back the covers, he got out of bed. With each step his heart pumped faster. As he closed his bedroom door, her coconut fragrance smelled like the best vacation he’d never taken.
Moonlight streamed through his bedroom windows, bathing her in an ivory glow. She untied the silky sash, pulled the robe from her shoulders and let it slip onto the floor. Her naked form turned him hard in seconds. Beautiful breasts. Pert nipples. Creamy skin. But it was her inner strength that stilled him. Gazing into her eyes confirmed his feelings.
“I need you, Colton.” Her husky voice was filled with everything he’d waited to hear. Determination. Hunger. Desire.HisBrigit stood before him.
As he pulled her into his arms, he whispered, “I’ve missed you.”
Standing on her tiptoes, she smiled. “Me too.”
He smiled back. Nothing mattered but that moment.Theirmoment.
With a tender touch, she cradled his face in her hands, then pressed her lips to his. A burst of desire flooded his veins. She deepened the kiss and their soft moans filled the silence.
His world had been filled with masked screwing and hard fucking. Surrounded by fetishes and dark desires, he’d found a sexual world where he fit in and was welcomed with opened arms and legs.
But this woman was different.
When the kiss ended, she led him to the bed, but paused to pull a condom from his night table drawer. That told him a lot. She was physicallyandemotionally ready. “Would you like me masked?” she asked.
Her words hung heavy.She really is an angel.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, he held her hands. She was the light to his dark and she had the ability to do what no one had ever been able to do. Free his tormented soul. “Tonight I need to see your beauty when I make love to you.”
Her satisfied expression made him smile. He wrapped his arms around her waist and as he kissed her, he fell back onto the bed. They lay together, her on him, staring into each other’s eyes.
She stroked his hair away from his eyes. “Promise me something.”
“What?” He laid a tender kiss on her lips.
“No matter what happens at Francesco’s shareholder meeting, or what you might find out, remember how special this night was and how much it meant to us both.”
