joined her. Legs jerking against her thighs, he wrapped his arms around her, palming her belly and hips, as he released a low, husky moan. Seconds later, he kissed her shoulder, her neck, her earlobe, then brushed his cheek to hers searching for a kiss.
While she couldn’t help but kiss him back, she realized this whole sex without emotions thing might not be as black and white as she’d thought. He’d revealed a gray area she hadn’t quite considered, and it clouded her mind. Four weeks, she reminded herself as she turned in his embrace. After that, this would all be a memory, a late night fantasy that would help her deal with the loneliness. Intent on making sure those memories last, she shoved her melancholy thoughts aside. Deciding to enjoy the moment and whatever time they shared, she twined her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
*
Dust kicked up, as the camera crew’s van tires crunched over the gravel. Colt leaned against the door frame, wishing Valentina hadn’t left with them. When the van was no longer in sight, he stepped into the foyer and shut the door behind him.
He’d wanted her to spend the night, had even suggested the idea, but she threw that whole, “we can’t, what about the show?” bullshit at him. He could care less about the show, after what had happened in the woods, all he wanted was the opportunity to explore. Her body, her mind, hell maybe even the emotions she stirred in his gut.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he headed for his office. Pick Me wouldn’t take up a lot of his time, but he still needed to catch up on a few contracts he’d been negotiating for one of his clients. Okay, he set the beer on his desk, more like he needed to take his mind off the sweet and spicy Valentina. She ran hot, then cold. Told them they couldn’t have sex, then initiated it. Expressed interest in him, but when he asked about her world, she shut down or changed the subject.
He hadn’t planned on having sex with her. Even when she’d grinded that sweet ass against his cock, he’d tried to resist. Not much, but at least he’d forced her to tell him why she had suddenly decided it was a-okay to have sex, when last night she told him that they couldn’t in no way, shape or form.
Her answer still didn’t sit right with him. So she came to Dallas for a teaching job that ended up falling through. She already had an apartment, a nice one at that, just minutes from his uppity condo. Dallas was a big city, had plenty of suburbs, why didn’t she apply to other school districts? Why give up so easily?
Determined to push her from his mind, he pulled the file filled with Reggie Zucker’s, his number one client and line backer for the Dallas Cowboys, next venture. The over-long contract wasn’t unusual, and would make him and Reggie a shitload of money once Reggie’s name was splashed on the shoes and clothes they wanted him to endorse.
An hour later, he shoved the file in his brief case, then leaned into the plush, leather office chair. Normally, he’d still be calculating the income he’d make from Reggie’s endorsement deals, but Valentina’s gorgeous face popped in his mind, if it had ever left.
Leaning forward, he opened his desk drawer and drew out the picture the sketch artist, Davey, had created when Colt had been searching for her. While the drawing was beautiful, it didn’t compare to the real deal. Davey hadn’t captured the teasing glint in her dark eyes, the way her hair curled over her shoulders, or how her smile could ease a man’s pain, or brighten his day. He hadn’t captured her innocent sensuality. Her—
“Am I interrupting? The door was open and I tried knocking,” Ruger said as he stepped into the office, then widened his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re back on your search for your mystery lady again.” He nodded at the drawing Colt held.
Colt carefully placed the sketch of Valentina back into the desk drawer. “Nope, don’t need to. She’s in
While she couldn’t help but kiss him back, she realized this whole sex without emotions thing might not be as black and white as she’d thought. He’d revealed a gray area she hadn’t quite considered, and it clouded her mind. Four weeks, she reminded herself as she turned in his embrace. After that, this would all be a memory, a late night fantasy that would help her deal with the loneliness. Intent on making sure those memories last, she shoved her melancholy thoughts aside. Deciding to enjoy the moment and whatever time they shared, she twined her arms around his neck, and kissed him.
*
Dust kicked up, as the camera crew’s van tires crunched over the gravel. Colt leaned against the door frame, wishing Valentina hadn’t left with them. When the van was no longer in sight, he stepped into the foyer and shut the door behind him.
He’d wanted her to spend the night, had even suggested the idea, but she threw that whole, “we can’t, what about the show?” bullshit at him. He could care less about the show, after what had happened in the woods, all he wanted was the opportunity to explore. Her body, her mind, hell maybe even the emotions she stirred in his gut.
Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he headed for his office. Pick Me wouldn’t take up a lot of his time, but he still needed to catch up on a few contracts he’d been negotiating for one of his clients. Okay, he set the beer on his desk, more like he needed to take his mind off the sweet and spicy Valentina. She ran hot, then cold. Told them they couldn’t have sex, then initiated it. Expressed interest in him, but when he asked about her world, she shut down or changed the subject.
He hadn’t planned on having sex with her. Even when she’d grinded that sweet ass against his cock, he’d tried to resist. Not much, but at least he’d forced her to tell him why she had suddenly decided it was a-okay to have sex, when last night she told him that they couldn’t in no way, shape or form.
Her answer still didn’t sit right with him. So she came to Dallas for a teaching job that ended up falling through. She already had an apartment, a nice one at that, just minutes from his uppity condo. Dallas was a big city, had plenty of suburbs, why didn’t she apply to other school districts? Why give up so easily?
Determined to push her from his mind, he pulled the file filled with Reggie Zucker’s, his number one client and line backer for the Dallas Cowboys, next venture. The over-long contract wasn’t unusual, and would make him and Reggie a shitload of money once Reggie’s name was splashed on the shoes and clothes they wanted him to endorse.
An hour later, he shoved the file in his brief case, then leaned into the plush, leather office chair. Normally, he’d still be calculating the income he’d make from Reggie’s endorsement deals, but Valentina’s gorgeous face popped in his mind, if it had ever left.
Leaning forward, he opened his desk drawer and drew out the picture the sketch artist, Davey, had created when Colt had been searching for her. While the drawing was beautiful, it didn’t compare to the real deal. Davey hadn’t captured the teasing glint in her dark eyes, the way her hair curled over her shoulders, or how her smile could ease a man’s pain, or brighten his day. He hadn’t captured her innocent sensuality. Her—
“Am I interrupting? The door was open and I tried knocking,” Ruger said as he stepped into the office, then widened his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re back on your search for your mystery lady again.” He nodded at the drawing Colt held.
Colt carefully placed the sketch of Valentina back into the desk drawer. “Nope, don’t need to. She’s in
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