Bring It On - Kira Sinclair Page 0,40

on the edge, flew apart. Bucking, quaking, sobbing, her orgasm was more than he could take. Her milking muscles gripped him in a hard fist, refusing to let him go.

The power of his own release crashed over him in warm waves, blocking everything but the feel of her from his brain. Each time was stronger, better, more powerful than the last, than anything he’d experienced before.

How was he ever going to live without this? Without her?

Lena collapsed beneath him. Her legs and arms sprawled uselessly. He had just enough brainpower left to realize he was going to crush her. Rolling them both one last time, he draped her spent body across his.

Her hair spilled over his chest and her nose buried deep into the crook of his neck. She burrowed against him, as if she were trying to get inside his skin as the last and only joining they hadn’t actually been able to accomplish.

And he was happy to have her there. As close as they could possibly get.

Colt wrapped his arms around her and held on. He didn’t want to let her go.

But he would have to. Because everything ended, even this.

10

A BRIGHT BEAM OF SUNLIGHT sliced across Lena’s face, pulling her from the most delicious dream. Sometime during the night they’d stumbled back to their bungalow. Grumbling, she cursed their preoccupation and lack of foresight—neither she nor Colt had thought to draw the curtains.

“What time is it?” Colt croaked out, his head buried beneath a pillow.

Squinting against the glare, Lena rummaged on the bedside table until the bright red numbers on the clock came into view.

“Nine.”

Colt sat bolt upright in bed. “Crap! We have to get ready.”

Lena frowned at him. “Ready for what?” If her memory served, they didn’t have anything planned until later in the day. She had to admit that while she’d been a little trepidatious about the whole photo-session thing, it actually hadn’t been that bad.

A smile Lena couldn’t hold in stretched across her lips. Especially last night…

“I have a surprise,” Colt said, his lips and words brushing across her naked shoulder.

She narrowed her eyes. “You know I don’t like surprises.” Her whole life, Surprise! was usually followed by We’re moving to…fill in the blank. L.A., Chicago, London, Geneva, Bangkok, whatever. No, she didn’t appreciate surprises. The word alone had the ability to send dread and panic through her body.

“You like my surprises.”

“When have you ever surprised me?”

“That time I showed up on your doorstep when I was supposed to be in Kenya.”

Oh, yeah. She did remember that. The first year out of college had been difficult for her. She’d hated her job writing bad copy for a third-rate marketing firm. Her apartment had sucked and no one in the building seemed interested in making new friends. She’d been lonely, but had tried to hide it from Colt whenever he managed to call. He’d been so excited about the project he was working on.

That conversation, she must have failed miserably because two days later he was on her doorstep, a bottle of wine in one hand and a fistful of movies in the other. Granted, he’d brought shoot-’em-up, world-destruction, epic adventures instead of chick flicks. But spending those two days together had made a huge difference in her disposition.

A few months later she’d gone to work at Rand doing graphic design—what she’d wanted to be doing in the first place—met Wyn and everything had changed.

For the first time, Lena wondered what would have happened the next time Colt came home if she hadn’t been dating someone. That weekend, something had felt different, but she’d convinced herself it was all the changes in her life, not how she felt about Colt. Would all the sparks flying now have erupted then?

“Okay, so I reluctantly give you the opportunity to surprise me. But I retain my right to balk at any time.”

“Trust me, you won’t.” With a mischievous glint running through his bright green eyes, Colt scooted off the bed, grasping the covers and dragging them with him.

The entire knot—comforter, sheets, pillows—fell with a plop to the floor leaving her totally naked. Two days ago she probably would have squealed, made some ineffectual attempt to cover up and then quickly disappeared. Today, she simply stretched, arching her body toward him.

“No fair,” he growled, his eyes going dark and dangerous as they traveled up the length of her body.

A heavy heat settled low in her belly. “You’re the one who took the sheets.”

“As much as I’d like to call