“We don’t have to talk about that right now,” he said
“I know it blows your mind,” I said as my jaw started to relax. “But that’s the choice I make. All my life, it’s always been a choice. And it’s a choice for you, too.”
“I’m sure it is,” he said.
“Emotions are just chemical reactions,” I said. “But it’s how we respond to those chemical reactions that dictate our positivity or our negativity.”
I felt his gaze hard on the top of my head before I craned my neck to find his eyes.
I looked up into his sea blue eyes and found myself swept away by the beauty of them. If I really wanted this man to open up to me—if I really wanted to get to know him—then I had a feeling I was going to have to get the ball rolling. In a way, he was right. Even though I had to Google it, he did eventually open up to me about what he did for a living. He tried to explain it to me in a way I could understand, and it was the most I’d ever learned about him.
So, if I wanted more from him, I’d have to open up to him.
I started gathering my thoughts about what I could start with while our eyes swam around in one another’s. I could start with my job. I could tell him about my job as a celebrity publicist. How I probably would’ve covered him at some point if this meeting of his did whatever it was he wanted it to do. I could tell him about all the articles I wrote and all the candid interviews I got to do. That would surely spike his interest. I bet there was a celebrity he liked who I’d probably interviewed during my short time in my dream career.
But before I could take a breath and start in on the spiel I was preparing, he rolled me over onto my back.
“I’m, uh, feeling less cold,” I said.
“But you’re still shaking,” he said.
“Is this another way to get me warm?” I asked.
“Actually, no. I figured since body heat wasn’t working, I could try distraction.”
“Distraction?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I searched his eyes for any sign of what he meant. His lips hit my neck, and I felt a surge of electricity rush up my legs. His warm, wet lips sucked patches along my skin, grazing down my bosom before his tongue wrapped around my frigid nipples. I moaned at the way he flicked them, breathing life back into my skin as he pulled the blanket up over our bodies. His hands slowly peeled the towel away from my body while he kissed down my stomach, and soon, I understood exactly what he meant by distraction.
I raised my head up from the pillow and watched him dip between my legs, his eyes shining with a devious glint before he inched my legs over his shoulders.
Then, I felt his tongue descend onto my skin.
Chapter 11
Colin
I was enamored by the way she smelled. Never in my life had I been so drawn to the feel of a woman beneath my fingertips before, but Abby was something else. She grated on my nerves, and she acted like an outright child, but my pelvis yearned for her. My fingertips ached to press into the soft meat of her thighs. Her skin was cold to the touch, and I feared she was going to get sick if she didn’t find a way to warm up. The temperature outside was dropping as quickly as the snow fell from the sky, but the only thing on my mind was the way she tasted on my tongue.
The blankets were covering me, and her legs were squeezing my cheeks. I could feel my own feet starting to go numb while her hips slowly began rolling into my lips. The blankets covered my body as I looked up at her, and through the hole her beautiful bosom made with the comforter, I could see her face, scrunched up in pleasure while her skin flushed a warm color of red.
I pressed my tongue into her body, and whimpers spilled from her lips. Her heels dug into my back, and her hands slowly found their way into my hair. I flicked and sucked her beautifully-sensitive clit. Her breaths came in short pants, and all the while, her body began to heat up. My hands were no longer hanging onto cold, clammy skin. Instead, the heat of her body was beating against me, drawing beads of sweat from my skin that began to trickle down my brow.
Her arousal melted on the tip of my tongue, and I hummed in satisfaction against her body.
“Oh, Colin.”
It was so soft. Like a prayer, or a whisper of wind in the trees. I fluttered my eyes back up to her as I pressed deeper, suddenly wanting nothing more than to hear my name again. I released her thighs and slid my hands up her body, making my way toward her bouncing breasts. The harder she bucked, the more they jumped, and all I wanted to do was take those beautiful handfuls into my palm and squeeze them until she burst.
Her back was arching, and her hips were rolling. Her arousal was coating my lips, and my fingers were tweaking her beautiful nipples. She looked like an angel with her hair fluttering around her face. She tasted like my favorite drink after a long day at work. I was drawn to the way she tasted, to the way she smelled, and to the way she moved.
I had no clue as to why.
“Colin. Colin. Yes. Please. Colin, please.”
I groaned at the sound of my name, and I pressed my tongue deeper into her body. She was so close, and I could
