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want you to take me home?” I teased, but in a serious tone to keep up the charade.
He growled into my ear, fingers digging into the flesh at my hips. “Then I’ll take you home and shag you for hours at your place where your roommate can hear how many times I make you scream. Then you’ll make me breakfast at sun up.”
“Your place, please,” I confirmed, though, it could have been mistaken for begging.
“Oh Beauty, the ways in which I’m going to make you come…I can hardly wait.” He thrust his rod against my ass. His heat left when the valet strolled around one of the most beautiful cars I’d ever seen and handed him the keys. It was a grayish blue Porsche. I knew that much. It had only two doors and he opened the door for me like a gentleman. I slid in, enjoying the feel of the cool dark gray leather against my fiery skin.
“This is a hot car.”
He looked at me, a sexy grin plastered on his handsome face. “Isn’t she?”
“She?”
“But, of course!” he continued excitedly. “All cars are female, that’s why men are so gob-smacked by them.”
“Gob-smacked? You come up with the most interesting choice of words.”
“That’s because I speak proper English, my Beauty.” His tone was light and filled with humor.
“And I don’t?”
“Not even close.” He laughed. I opened my mouth but he continued. “Actually, gob-smacked is a British slang term for amazing or astonishing.”
“See, I knew it!” We both laughed.
Collier was more than just a fine male specimen. He was funny, easy to be around and his British accent brought me to my knees. The moment we had in the restaurant worried me though. I’d not felt connected to a man on that level since James. It was confounding.
It’s that second when a man looks into your eyes and not only sees your soul, but identifies with it, a rare connection of two persons who were fated to meet, to know one another intimately. It dawned on me, I was so ready to jump into bed with him, not because I needed sex--I’d had it pretty recently with Dylan and never lacked for a willing participant. It wasn’t the physical contact that had me hanging on Collier’s every word or mindlessly touching him in subtle innocent ways. It was the buzzing and thrumming, the halo of light I felt moving in the air around him. It sucked me into its vortex and I wasn’t prepared to leave until I’d gotten my fill and understood why it had a hold on me.
“Having second thoughts?” Collier asked concern evident in his tone.
“What? Uh, no. Not at all. Just thinking about what happened in the restaurant. That doesn’t usually happen to me. Well, actually that’s not true. It happens all the time, me, being able to feel and empathize with others emotions, but it doesn’t usually mirror my own.”
He took a deep breath, ending it with a sigh. “Yeah, that was a bit peculiar but not altogether uncomfortable. At least for me, anyway. I’ve had a long time to accept the things that hurt me in my life. Now it’s just a matter of getting past them.”
“Is it too soon to ask who she was?”
He smiled and brushed his fingers though his hair. “It’s not too soon. It’s just not pleasant.”
“I understand if you don’t want to tell me.” Mentally, I chided myself. I shouldn’t have asked something so personal so quickly. Damn curiosity.
“No, no, it’s okay. It’s not a secret. I was married just out of college. Did everything I thought was right. Worked hard, tried to give her all she ever wanted. Started a company with my brother Nathaniel. You know him.” I nodded but didn’t want to interrupt for fear he wouldn’t continue. “I was loyal and I loved her. Probably more than a man should.” He stopped talking and shook his head.
“Then what happened?” My voice was soft and sympathetic.
“It wasn’t enough. She found someone with more money and more time. Left me for the bloke. Been about five years now.”
“I’m sorry.” There
He growled into my ear, fingers digging into the flesh at my hips. “Then I’ll take you home and shag you for hours at your place where your roommate can hear how many times I make you scream. Then you’ll make me breakfast at sun up.”
“Your place, please,” I confirmed, though, it could have been mistaken for begging.
“Oh Beauty, the ways in which I’m going to make you come…I can hardly wait.” He thrust his rod against my ass. His heat left when the valet strolled around one of the most beautiful cars I’d ever seen and handed him the keys. It was a grayish blue Porsche. I knew that much. It had only two doors and he opened the door for me like a gentleman. I slid in, enjoying the feel of the cool dark gray leather against my fiery skin.
“This is a hot car.”
He looked at me, a sexy grin plastered on his handsome face. “Isn’t she?”
“She?”
“But, of course!” he continued excitedly. “All cars are female, that’s why men are so gob-smacked by them.”
“Gob-smacked? You come up with the most interesting choice of words.”
“That’s because I speak proper English, my Beauty.” His tone was light and filled with humor.
“And I don’t?”
“Not even close.” He laughed. I opened my mouth but he continued. “Actually, gob-smacked is a British slang term for amazing or astonishing.”
“See, I knew it!” We both laughed.
Collier was more than just a fine male specimen. He was funny, easy to be around and his British accent brought me to my knees. The moment we had in the restaurant worried me though. I’d not felt connected to a man on that level since James. It was confounding.
It’s that second when a man looks into your eyes and not only sees your soul, but identifies with it, a rare connection of two persons who were fated to meet, to know one another intimately. It dawned on me, I was so ready to jump into bed with him, not because I needed sex--I’d had it pretty recently with Dylan and never lacked for a willing participant. It wasn’t the physical contact that had me hanging on Collier’s every word or mindlessly touching him in subtle innocent ways. It was the buzzing and thrumming, the halo of light I felt moving in the air around him. It sucked me into its vortex and I wasn’t prepared to leave until I’d gotten my fill and understood why it had a hold on me.
“Having second thoughts?” Collier asked concern evident in his tone.
“What? Uh, no. Not at all. Just thinking about what happened in the restaurant. That doesn’t usually happen to me. Well, actually that’s not true. It happens all the time, me, being able to feel and empathize with others emotions, but it doesn’t usually mirror my own.”
He took a deep breath, ending it with a sigh. “Yeah, that was a bit peculiar but not altogether uncomfortable. At least for me, anyway. I’ve had a long time to accept the things that hurt me in my life. Now it’s just a matter of getting past them.”
“Is it too soon to ask who she was?”
He smiled and brushed his fingers though his hair. “It’s not too soon. It’s just not pleasant.”
“I understand if you don’t want to tell me.” Mentally, I chided myself. I shouldn’t have asked something so personal so quickly. Damn curiosity.
“No, no, it’s okay. It’s not a secret. I was married just out of college. Did everything I thought was right. Worked hard, tried to give her all she ever wanted. Started a company with my brother Nathaniel. You know him.” I nodded but didn’t want to interrupt for fear he wouldn’t continue. “I was loyal and I loved her. Probably more than a man should.” He stopped talking and shook his head.
“Then what happened?” My voice was soft and sympathetic.
“It wasn’t enough. She found someone with more money and more time. Left me for the bloke. Been about five years now.”
“I’m sorry.” There
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