Shrouded in mystery, he looked dangerous and sexy as hell. Her skin tingled and her cheeks flushed with a primal need.
His magnetic pull, commanding power and restrained lust poured from him. She couldn’t think beyond grabbing his broad shoulders, pressing her mouth to his and losing herself in him. For hours. And hours.
With his gaze fixed on the performers, he closed the small gap between them. When their arms touched, a surge of electricity flew through her. She imaginedallof him pressed againstallof her. Sucking in a sharp breath, his shoulders rose and his chest expanded.
Move away.
She couldn’t. But she had to stop staring, so she turned back to the show. The pair had moved to the bed. As she watched Mandy taking Tony’s long, thick shaft into her mouth, she wanted—no, she needed—to do that to Colton.
She craved him in a way that scared her.
Brigit’s breasts felt heavy, her tender nipples straining against the soft fabric. She closed her eyes, trying to suffocate her unrelenting desire, but on hearing Mandy’s long, throaty moan, they sprung open. Tony was fervorously sucking her oversized nipple.
Ohmygod.
With his steel rod sheathed and ready, he tunneled inside her. Their roaring cries slickened Brigit’s core. Gliding hard and fast, Tony’s grunts and groans reminded her of the sounds Colton made when he was inside her. If she ran her fingers over the curve of Colton’s bicep, she wouldn’t be able to stop. Her need for him so strong she couldn’t breathe.
Colton placed his hand on the small of her back and a moan shot from her throat. Her body burned; the ache between her legs throbbed. No longer able to resist, she gazed up at him. And he was waiting. His eyes shone with a dark desire.
A hungry, desperate need shorted her mind. Once hadn’t been enough. She had to have him again.Oh, God, no. Stop, stop, stop. Drawing in a long breath, she tore her gaze away.
Tony rolled them over. Mandy sat up and glided on his rooted shaft. As he tugged her nipples, she threw back her head and moaned. “You fuck me good, baby,” he growled.
Brigit was losing control. Her breathing quickened. Her hypersensitive body, primed for a release, was a few strokes from shattering onto the floor. Suddenly, the avalanche surged toward her. She couldn’t move out of the way fast enough to avoid being buried under the weight of her pent-up passion. And there was only one way out.
Colton.
She had to get out of there.Go, now.
Spinning around, she took off toward the back of the room and hightailed it up the stairs. She burst through the door and stepped into the deserted hallway near the kitchen. After pausing to get her bearings, she took a few steps forward.
Before she could fully process what was happening, Colton whisked her into his arms.
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TELL ME NO
Colton continued walking inone direction. His bedroom. Where he could deposit her curvy body on his bed and bury himself inside her heat. Heading down the hallway toward the foyer, he rounded the corner. And then he stopped at the foot of his grand staircase.
He waited for her to slap his face or scream at him, but all he heard was her strained breathing thundering in his ears. Though he ached for her, he’d never approach her again if she said no. He needed her for more reasons than he cared to admit. If she quit, he’d be screwed. If she said no, he wouldn’t be screwed.Dammit, stop thinking.
“Tell me no and I’ll put you down,” he rasped.
Silence.
And then he looked at her.
Though her beautiful face was shrouded in mystery behind the mask, her bright green eyes were pinned on his. A low, rumbly moan cut through the silence and her pouty lips parted. He waited for her bossy command or snarky comeback. But she said nothing as her breasts rose and fell against his chest.
Placing one foot in front of the other, he started to climb.
Why in the hell isn’t she stopping me?
He paused at the top of his expansive staircase and stared into her fiery emerald eyes. “Brigit, tell me to stop. If you don’t, there’s no turning back.”
Her silence spurred him forward, but halfway down the long hallway, he stopped. His breathing was labored, but not from the climb. From her. Hell, it was all from her. His need for her could bring him to his knees.
“Dammit,” he growled. “End this.”
