Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Colton Kilner was kissing her.
COLTON I-don’t-date KILNER was kissing HER.
His large hands framed her face, his lips drinking her in like he couldn’t get enough.
This couldn’t be real. Maybe she inhaled some airborne mold and it manifested her dream guy as a hallucination?
A pretty tangible hallucination, as her body sizzled where he touched her, and she fought a strong desire to swallow him whole. As it was, she parted her lips.
His tongue danced inside her mouth, and she tangled hers with his. Wow, the man could kiss. Then his hands slid to her shoulders, down her arms, up her back to her neck where he caressed the muscles.
“I was worried when you weren’t at the office.”
Good God, the tenderness in his voice liquified her insides. “I’m fine. The door jammed.”
Colton brushed the hair out of her eyes, boring into her gaze as he traced his finger down the side of her face. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, afraid anything she said would come out in a breathy moan. His touch made her stomach slide in molten heat.
His hands left her face to bury themselves in her hair, lightly massaging her scalp. She clamped her lips closed to keep from moaning with sheer bliss at the intense sensations of his touch. Pleasure streaked down to her core and lit her on fire.
Paisley gave up fighting and did what she’d wanted to do since she met him all controlled and untouchable. She slid her hands to his back, feeling those tight muscles on his hard body.
His hot, demanding lips covered her own, surrounding her with his outdoor woodsy scent, making her body throb. He nibbled and caressed and kissed his way down her neck. Her breast perked up in anticipation.
“I started trying to get to the office before you, did you know that? You walk into a room and light it up, disturbing anything that wants to stay in the dark,” he murmured.
He pulled back, his hands cupping her jaw.
She opened her mouth to protest until his thumbs lightly traced her lips.
“If I hadn’t smelled the coffee this morning, I would have waited for you all day. ”
Really? “You never said anything.”
He didn’t elaborate, only seared his lips to hers in a kiss so heated her toes curled. She didn’t complain. All that not-dating he did certainly taught him the fine art of kissing.
Now she broke it off because she had to dip her nose in the crook of his neck and give him a little lick to see how he tasted there. Had to.
He bit back a groan as she nipped at his skin, the vibrations rumbling in his throat. His hand slipped to her butt to pull her closer, and she froze, only for an instant, but he noticed and immediately let her go. “I’m sor-“
“Don’t you dare.” Damn, her nipples were hard and pointing eagerly in his direction. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since I started at Belle’s.”
“I took it too far. You didn’t need to know that I wait for you like a creepy stalker guy.”
“I like that you wait for me like a creepy stalker guy.” Oh, geez. She swallowed her nervousness and looped her arms around his neck. “It’s just that I’m not used to being in this situation.”
Colton looked around. “Stuck in an old building with a man dying to get his hands on you, surrounded by dust bunnies and banker boxes?”
“Heh, no, not that.” She gave her head a small shake, the corner of her lips lifting into a smile. “Why are we talking and not kissing?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He spanned her waist with his hands. Before she could even guess his plan, he lifted her and put her on the wooden desk.
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In contrast to the sudden, hot and heavy passion of their first kiss, Colton stood in front of Paisley and devoured her with his gaze.
Desire dilated her pupils and her breathing hitched.
He fought down the surge of satisfaction.
He ran his finger lightly down the side of her face, the gentle glide of her smooth skin igniting a fire within him that he left untamed.
Her genuine zest for life attitude allowed him to lower his walls, enchanted by the person as unique as her name. With her, he felt grounded. Real. He could be himself and not worry about the consequences.
“Are you going to stare at me or kiss me?” Paisley demanded.
He slanted his mouth over hers in response, breathing in the fruity shampoo she used.
Her lips parted in invitation, and he delved in, gripping her hair and devouring her as if she was the essence of life.
He moved into the space between her legs, pressing their bodies together, feeling every amazing inch of her curves.
She didn’t stop kissing him back, even though he thought she might pull away when she realized how much he wanted her.
If anything, she wiggled closer, making him groan at the friction between them.
Every sticky note and crazy idea and empty pot of coffee had led him to this bliss.
She sucked on his lower lip, making him impossibly harder.
He burned for more of her. He’d have them both naked in two seconds if he didn’t think his hunger would scare her off. One hand slid down her back and nudged her ass closer to the edge of the desk, closer to him.
Her sharp intake of breath told him she was just as eager to explore this heat between them. She tilted her head to the side, her hair falling away and exposing the sensitive skin of her neck.
How could he deny such an invitation?
He nibbled and sucked the area of her collarbone, marveling in the purrs of pleasure she made. She was so responsive and uninhibited.
His excitement roared when she grabbed his hand and put it on her breast. “Touch me,” she groaned.
“I thought I was,” he murmured in her ear, sending goosebumps down her skin. “But I certainly don’t mind touching more of you. Here.” He palmed her breast, feeling its perfect weight in his hand. “Or even here.” He moved his thumb to her nipple, which perked at the pressure.
“Wait, wait, wait,” she breathed. He lifted his head and she took hold of the hem of her shirt, squirming within his embrace to lift it.
“I’ll do it.” He grabbed the cotton material and lifted, easing it off her in one smooth motion as her eyes darkened with arousal.
“Yours, too.” She reached for him, but he took a step back and yanked the material over his head, his heart pounding against his ribs. He threw both shirts on the desk. She undid her bra, throwing it onto the pile of clothes.
“Wow.” Her fingers danced over the skin of his chest, leaving a trail of fire wherever she touched. “You’re beautiful.”
As much as he longed to draw her nipple into his mouth and suckle and run his tongue over her flesh, he challenged the rules of biology and stood still, allowing Paisley her exploration.
It had been so long since someone thirsted for him like this, worshiping his body, giving him the type of attention he longed to show her.
She traced the long knife scar near his bellybutton, then the puckered gunshot scar on his arm, acknowledging but not asking about them.
Hunger raged through him but he waited, panting with want, his fists clenched tight.
She scored his nipples with her nails, and a groan formed low in his throat. She shot him her patented Paisley grin before wrapping her arms around his back and replacing her nails with her teeth.
That movement took away his ability to stand still, sending every last particle of blood in his body to his already throbbing dick. He tangled his hands in her hair, holding her head still.
“Do you want me to get off in my jeans?” he growled. “Losing it like a sixteen-year-old boy before I can make you come so hard that you’d be boneless and breathless for at least an hour?”
“Only an hour?” She reached for him again.
He threaded his fingers through hers and brought her hand behind her back. “Oh, no, you don’t.”