Page 101 of The Perfect Distraction

“I’d like to give her the benefit of the doubt, especially since it was our first meeting.” But how many more will there be? She shoved the thought aside.

“How come you sound so calm about this now when earlier…”

“I broke down and bawled like a baby? Yeah, I know.” She rolled her eyes at the reminder.

Colton reached over and smoothed his hand across her cheek. “Sorry for bringing it up.”

“It’s okay. It’s important for us to talk about it.”

“Plus, the sooner we finish talking, the sooner we can get back to making love.”

Something about the way he said, “making love,” combined with the sweet expression on his face, made her swoon, and she scooted a little closer.

His eyes dipped to her cleavage, and when he looked up and saw her watching him, he laughed. “Got a little distracted there. Sorry.”

“No apology necessary. I’m glad you like them.”

“I really do.”

“Noted.”

“Back to our conversation.”

“Yes. Go ahead.”

“When we pulled up and I saw Gretchen standing there, I felt overwhelmed. Between your mom and her, I felt like I was being examined under a microscope and came up lacking. Like maybe they don’t think I’m good enough for you and Joey. Everything came crashing down on me, and I just lost it. I’m sorry.”

He pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. “I don’t care what anybody else thinks. I know what I think, and I know how I feel. I want you in my life, Beth, and Joey does too. I hope that will be enough to keep you here.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she said softly. At least, not for another month. But she didn’t want to think about that.

“Good, because I’m not letting you get away.”

Then, in a flash, he dipped his head beneath the covers and nuzzled his head against her chest, kissing each breast in turn before trailing his lips down to her stomach and beyond.

“Oh.” She gasped as his tongue swept over her sex, and her legs parted automatically. Pushing the covers off so she could see him (and so he wouldn’t suffocate down there), she watched as he feasted on her. Threading her fingers in his lustrous head of hair, she held him in place, and within minutes, she was writhing with pleasure. She came hard, head tipped back, hips tilted up, and arms flung out to the side. As she drifted back down, she had one prevailing thought: for two people who’d been out of the game for a long time: they were performing like superstars!