Bring It On - Kira Sinclair Page 0,22

flung across her face. “When will the torture end?”

“Torture?” Colt asked, walking around the headboard to stand above her. The gown covering her shimmered in the shifting light, making it look as if her body undulated beneath the thin layer of silk. A sharp spike of need lanced through him. His fingers curled into his palms to keep from reaching for her.

But he couldn’t stop himself from moving closer. Placing a knee on the bed beside her, he enjoyed the way she rolled toward him, her hip bumping against the inside of his thigh.

Even as he bent above her, words he hadn’t meant to say fell from his lips. “The only torture has been watching you writhe around on this bed and not being able to touch you.” His words were guttural, primal, pulled from a place deep inside him that he didn’t want to acknowledge but couldn’t seem to contain.

She gasped, her eyes widening as she looked up at him. He watched her swallow, the long column of her throat working.

“Then touch me,” she whispered, the words pulled from her body as reluctantly as his had been. He heard the hesitation, understood it.

But couldn’t seem to do the right thing.

Her features were taut. Her eyes glittered, possessed by the same driving need that pulsed inside him. It was new, startling, tempting.

Colt slowly reached for her, running a single finger down the exposed curve of her arm. Her skin was so soft.

Her breath hitched. He heard the sound, saw the catch as her chest rose, paused and finished the climb.

In the back of his brain Colt heard the click of the camera, but this time he didn’t let it matter. Nothing could distract him from Lena.

Her lips parted in anticipation. His finger continued over the slippery silk that covered her body. He brushed the side of her breast and watched in fascination as the nipple, so close he could have reached out and touched it, puckered and jutted towards him.

He stopped at the curve of her hip, pressing his curled fingers into the mattress for balance. He loomed over her, expecting that at any moment she’d come to her senses and tell him to stop.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she arched beneath him, exposing the long, slim line of her neck. Her hair, darker in the low light, fanned out around her. He wanted to bury his fingers in the thick mass, use it to hold her to him.

The gown she was wearing pulled tight across her chest. He was sure there was some name for the neckline, probably something tantalizing and provocative since it tempted him with the curve of her flesh beneath the slick material. He didn’t know what it was though, and frankly didn’t care.

Her eyelids drooped heavily over mesmerizing blue-gray eyes. She was a temptress, pulling him in and making him forget why he shouldn’t have her.

His lips drifted across her skin. He licked at the pulse point pounding against her throat. He breathed her in, consuming the scent of her as it swirled around them both. Dark, mysterious, feminine.

He latched on to her skin and sucked, drawing a sigh of pleasure from her as she surrendered to whatever he wanted.

What he wanted was her.

With an answering growl, Colt dove in and claimed her lips. She opened for him as he pushed inside. This kiss was completely different from the one they’d shared before. It wasn’t soft and persuasive. It was fire and heat and devouring desire. It was demanding and yearning and the release of denying what he wanted.

In the back of his mind red warning lights were flashing, but he was too far gone to care. His hands were rough as they pulled her to him. His fingers tore at the silk covering her body. He needed to feel her. Touch her. Own her.

Make her his…

The loud slam of the door had him shooting up and off the bed.

But she wasn’t his.

Lena looked up at him, a mixture of embarrassment, horror and desire swamping her eyes. Her chest, now barely covered by the slip of soft fabric, rose and fell in halting time to his own uneven heartbeat.

He’d almost made a huge mistake. He liked things casual. He never slept with anyone he truly cared for, which made it easy to walk away.

He couldn’t walk away from Lena. Once Pandora’s box was opened there would be no going back.

And that scared the shit out of him.

Backing slowly toward the door, Colt couldn’t pull his gaze from