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breathing deeply.
It was the definition of bittersweet.
I am falling hard.
He swallowed and pressed his lips together.
What the hell am I going to do ?
Chapter Eight
Erica dropped her robe before appreciative eyes that boldly roamed over her exposed body. Walking slowly towards the bed, she made sure to put a bit of extra seductive movement in her walk for her audience.
“Coffee?” she offered, stopping short of the bed.
He shook his head, watching her intently.
“Tea?” she teased, running her hands up her sides to cup her breasts and offer them forward.
A sexy smile and another shake of the head.
“Me?”
He answered her by surging forward and grasping her upper arms. She stood quiescent in his firm yet gentle grip as he leant forward to whisper in her ear.
“Hell yes.” Then he dipped to take one of the proffered, peaked nipples in his warm mouth.
She moaned and let her head drop back, giving herself over to his attentions…
Colin…
Erica drifted in sleep, though she began to surface. Something didn’t seem right. It was as though she was chilled and utterly warm and cosy at the same time.
She burrowed into the warmth and felt the movement of a hand on her arm. Frowning—wasn’t Trevor out of town?—she managed to open her eyes then blinked as she realised she wasn’t in bed, but outside on her balcony.
Gasping, she bolted upright, only to be soothed back into place with a shushing sound.
Colin …
She remembered now, swinging together and having coffee, then she must have conked out on him. Her cheeks heated up as she remembered her vivid power dream and she hoped she hadn’t given any indication of what had gone on in her head. It was stupid to feel guilty about fantasising over Colin. After all, she had no control over her sleeping mind.
The whole situation was just a hard one to keep black and white. She knew first-hand exactly how Colin tasted, the feel of him exploring her body—with Trevor’s full knowledge and blessing, no less. Why wouldn’t her mind go there, especially when she’d been practically sleeping on top of him?
Grow up , she chided herself. You’re all adults .
Maybe it was time to make Trevor talk about why he’d encouraged the scene to continue beyond the first unintentional mistake. She’d broached the subject one evening last week, but he’d just shrugged and changed the subject.
Colin shifted and she winced as she moved and prepared to stand. “Ohh… You must be stiff—I know I am. How long have we been out here?” It was now fully dark, so at least an hour. Oops .
He stretched his arms over his head then flexed his hand. “Not sure. And I’m not too bad, but my arm’s asleep.” He grinned at her as she blushed.
“Crap. Sorry about that. Hey, I can’t help it if you’re a really comfortable bed.” She stood up and gathered their empty mugs, then walked towards the door to the living room. Erica could sense Colin moving behind her but what she saw in the reflection of the door made her laugh.
Amused, she spun around to watch him wincing while shaking his arm rapidly.
“Not funny! Pins and needles. Youch.” He hissed in a breath then continued, “All because your big head cut off the blood flow to my arm.”
She snickered and led the way inside. “My big head? It’s not that big! And you could have woken me up.”
He was down to rubbing his arm gently, his antics over. “Nah. You seemed so peaceful. I think you were even dreaming.”
Erica cocked her head and she studied him closely. Was that a slightly knowing look? Or was she imagining things?
“I was,” she admitted. “I’ve been kind of short of sleep lately.”
Instantly his expression changed to concern. “Are you okay?”
Erica didn’t answer right away, not sure how to skirt the real issue behind her lack of sleep—her quandary over Trevor and motherhood and now her growing attraction to Colin himself.
She must have left it too long, or
It was the definition of bittersweet.
I am falling hard.
He swallowed and pressed his lips together.
What the hell am I going to do ?
Chapter Eight
Erica dropped her robe before appreciative eyes that boldly roamed over her exposed body. Walking slowly towards the bed, she made sure to put a bit of extra seductive movement in her walk for her audience.
“Coffee?” she offered, stopping short of the bed.
He shook his head, watching her intently.
“Tea?” she teased, running her hands up her sides to cup her breasts and offer them forward.
A sexy smile and another shake of the head.
“Me?”
He answered her by surging forward and grasping her upper arms. She stood quiescent in his firm yet gentle grip as he leant forward to whisper in her ear.
“Hell yes.” Then he dipped to take one of the proffered, peaked nipples in his warm mouth.
She moaned and let her head drop back, giving herself over to his attentions…
Colin…
Erica drifted in sleep, though she began to surface. Something didn’t seem right. It was as though she was chilled and utterly warm and cosy at the same time.
She burrowed into the warmth and felt the movement of a hand on her arm. Frowning—wasn’t Trevor out of town?—she managed to open her eyes then blinked as she realised she wasn’t in bed, but outside on her balcony.
Gasping, she bolted upright, only to be soothed back into place with a shushing sound.
Colin …
She remembered now, swinging together and having coffee, then she must have conked out on him. Her cheeks heated up as she remembered her vivid power dream and she hoped she hadn’t given any indication of what had gone on in her head. It was stupid to feel guilty about fantasising over Colin. After all, she had no control over her sleeping mind.
The whole situation was just a hard one to keep black and white. She knew first-hand exactly how Colin tasted, the feel of him exploring her body—with Trevor’s full knowledge and blessing, no less. Why wouldn’t her mind go there, especially when she’d been practically sleeping on top of him?
Grow up , she chided herself. You’re all adults .
Maybe it was time to make Trevor talk about why he’d encouraged the scene to continue beyond the first unintentional mistake. She’d broached the subject one evening last week, but he’d just shrugged and changed the subject.
Colin shifted and she winced as she moved and prepared to stand. “Ohh… You must be stiff—I know I am. How long have we been out here?” It was now fully dark, so at least an hour. Oops .
He stretched his arms over his head then flexed his hand. “Not sure. And I’m not too bad, but my arm’s asleep.” He grinned at her as she blushed.
“Crap. Sorry about that. Hey, I can’t help it if you’re a really comfortable bed.” She stood up and gathered their empty mugs, then walked towards the door to the living room. Erica could sense Colin moving behind her but what she saw in the reflection of the door made her laugh.
Amused, she spun around to watch him wincing while shaking his arm rapidly.
“Not funny! Pins and needles. Youch.” He hissed in a breath then continued, “All because your big head cut off the blood flow to my arm.”
She snickered and led the way inside. “My big head? It’s not that big! And you could have woken me up.”
He was down to rubbing his arm gently, his antics over. “Nah. You seemed so peaceful. I think you were even dreaming.”
Erica cocked her head and she studied him closely. Was that a slightly knowing look? Or was she imagining things?
“I was,” she admitted. “I’ve been kind of short of sleep lately.”
Instantly his expression changed to concern. “Are you okay?”
Erica didn’t answer right away, not sure how to skirt the real issue behind her lack of sleep—her quandary over Trevor and motherhood and now her growing attraction to Colin himself.
She must have left it too long, or
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