Bring It On - Kira Sinclair Page 0,37

her spine. A smile curved her mouth, but her eyes stayed shut.

His lips feathered against her bare shoulder, the tiny strap of the gown she’d thrown on slipping down her arm. She rolled over into his arms, her bleary eyes opening to reveal the unhurried heat that smoldered there.

She hummed deep in her throat as his fingers trailed lightly over her chest. The soft material of her gown slipped across her skin beneath his touch, arousing them both. A single fingernail snagged on the telltale tent of her peaked nipple.

She pushed into him, silently asking for more.

But before he could give it to her, a loud knock sounded on the door. With a curse, Colt looked at the clock and realized it was already six. How could they have slept the entire day away?

Another knock sounded at the door. Colt yelled, “We have an hour.” A chuckle was the only response.

While he wasn’t looking, Lena had scooted off the other side of the bed. He tried to reach for her, but she twisted away. “No way, buddy. You might not care what I look like in these photographs, but I do. I haven’t showered since yesterday. I fell in a pond, slept on the ground and desperately need to condition my hair.”

“You look beautiful,” he countered.

“Said the man sporting the rather impressive erection.”

Lena’s lips twitched. Colt looked down, although it wasn’t as if he needed proof. He could feel the pulsing ache all the way to his toes. In that split second, she slipped into the bathroom, cutting off any thought of him following inside when the lock clicked loudly behind her.

Colt wanted to be upset, but couldn’t muster up the energy. The wait was worth it when she emerged a half hour later, her skin glowing beneath the warm earth tones of the dress she’d put on.

Colt would have reached for her then, but the shake of her head stopped him. Not to mention the pointed finger she leveled at the still steamy bathroom. Being surrounded by the scent of her shampoo while he showered was torture of the highest degree.

A low, steady strum took up residence deep in his blood. It was relentless, this need for her that had settled into his bones. No matter how many times he had her, he wanted her again. Immediately, as often as possible. He was beginning to fear that need could never be met.

For the first time since he’d convinced himself he could have her, he wondered what would happen when they left. He’d promised himself they’d go their separate ways, but what if he couldn’t do it? What if one week with her wasn’t enough?

“You almost ready?” she called, cutting off his line of thought before it took him someplace he didn’t want to go.

Walking outside together, they were greeted by Mikhail, who grinned knowingly. Colt felt the urge to knock the expression right off his face, but fought against it. Instead, they followed him down a path and out onto the beach.

A white canvas tent had been set up along the deserted stretch. Colt could hear the laughter of other guests farther back toward the resort, but here the place had an untouched, primitive quality that appealed to him.

Beside him, Lena twined her arm through his. He could feel the way her whole body quivered. He wondered if she was nervous and then realized nerves had nothing to do with it when she looked up at him. Her eyes glowed with anticipation, excitement and a knowing expectation that he had every intention of fulfilling at the first opportunity.

Mikhail slipped ahead of them. Colt held the flap open so Lena could enter. Marcy, Mikhail and his crew waited.

He had to admit that Marcy had gone above and beyond the call of duty. The tent was made of lightweight canvas. Even if she’d had it up all day, it wouldn’t have absorbed as much of the sun as some other fabrics might have. Piles of pillows were thrown around the intimate space that centered around a low table barely a foot or two off the ground.

A sea of silver-covered dishes sat on the table, waiting to be revealed. He wondered what was inside and figured he’d find out soon enough. He expected stuffed grape leaves and dripping baklava. Instead, when someone from the crew stepped forward, she exposed trays of tropical fruit, shrimp, oysters, skewers of chicken and beef with sweet-smelling chili sauce and an assortment of finger-size desserts that made