Method Acting: An opposites attract, found family romance (Center Stage Book 2) Adele Buck (e novels to read .TXT) 📖

The thought drowned in a wave of sensation as his lips traveled up her arm, nibbling at the sensitive flesh at the inside of her elbow. Transferring his attention to her neck, he brushed the lightest of kisses up the side.

“What say you…” A light nip that made her shiver. “…To a hot shower?”

Colin saw he had managed to surprise her. Lines fanned out from the corners of her eyes as she smiled, and the morning light picked out amber flecks in her brown irises that he hadn’t noticed before.

Granted, this was the first time they had ever seen each other in daylight.

“Is that a nice way of saying I’m smelly?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.

He nipped along the column of her neck, making her shiver. “No, it’s a devious way of getting your luscious body hot and soapy.” And keeping you naked as long as possible.

“As long as I get to brush my teeth, yes.”

“Right.” Pushing himself up, Colin strode to the bathroom and rummaged under the sink until he found a spare toothbrush. Setting it on the counter, he opened the linen closet and pulled out a towel, setting it beside the toothbrush. Beginning to clean his teeth, Alicia entered, and he winked at her in the mirror. She ripped open the toothbrush package and attacked her own teeth with vigor.

Stepping to the glassed-in shower stall, Colin turned on the water. Alicia dried her mouth with the towel he had laid out for her, a small, feline smile on her lips. After testing the temperature, he clasped her hand, tugging her over to the shower. He stepped into the spray, pulling her in after him.

“Two shower heads,” she observed.

“His and hers. At least this morning,” he replied, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. The water beat down on both their backs, hot and invigorating. Colin reached for the soap and rubbed it between his hands. Setting the bar back down, he stroked the lather onto her breasts then slid his hands around to her back and down to cup her ass. The slick slide of her soapy nipples across his chest as he pressed her to him made his pulse surge, and he gripped her tighter, his erection throbbing between them. Her hands were in his hair again, fingers sliding through the wet strands as the kisses intensified.

“My turn,” she murmured, pulling away and soaping her own hands. He closed his eyes and groaned, bracing one hand against the wall as she wrapped soapy fingers around his length and began to stroke, tracing a line under his balls with her other hand, then gripping gently. His other hand landed on her shoulder as his knees began to shake. She was stroking faster, and the soap had almost rinsed entirely away, lending delicious friction to each slide of her palm. Fireworks exploded behind his eyes, and he heard himself shout as his cock pulsed with ecstatic release. She stroked more slowly as his orgasm subsided, then he felt her move closer, her skin against his, her hands cupping his face, bringing his lips down to hers for a searing kiss.

After the shower, Alicia’s hands shook as she dragged a comb through her wet hair. Waking up with Colin, brushing their teeth together, there had been a strange sort of intimacy this morning, a domesticity that wasn’t at all like her.

Putting the comb down, she shot a wry smile at Colin’s reflection in the big mirror. “Getting home should be interesting. I hadn’t thought about a morning walk of shame in an evening gown when I agreed to this.”

“Let’s defer that for a bit,” he said, tugging at the towel that was wrapped around her. It fell away from her body, and he tossed it to the floor. Winding their fingers together, he backed out of the bathroom, tugging her with him until they were standing by the bed again. Without a word, he grasped her waist and tossed her onto the bed, making her shriek and laugh.

Pushing herself to sitting, she gasped as Colin crawled onto the bed toward her, tugging her toward him by her ankles. Bending forward, he kissed up the inside of one thigh, his stubble rasping along her sensitive skin, making her nerves zing with anticipation. Running his hands under her ass, he tilted her hips and gave her a long, languorous lick. Sinking back, she let her knees fall apart as his tongue circled her clit and two long fingers sank into her, pumping gently. Another circuit of her clit and a third finger joined the first two. Flattening his tongue, he brought greater heat and pressure, pulsing his hand faster and bringing his whole mouth down around her.

He held her at the peak of tension for what felt like forever, her body torqueing tighter and tighter, eager for release that didn’t quite come until he sucked gently and hummed. The vibration sent her spiraling over the edge, shouting and bucking as he sucked and curled his fingers inside her until her release subsided and her hammering heart slowed.

Alicia inhaled a long, shuddering breath as he sat up and pulled his fingers out of her. His face was shiny with the evidence of her arousal and his grin could only be described as smug.

“Good grief,” she said, flopping one hand across her eyes.

“That bad, eh?” She could hear the laugh in his voice.

“I’m deceased,” she said. “Completely wrung out. Dead.”

“Excellent.”

“Here.” Colin stepped out onto the deck behind his house and offered Alicia a cup of coffee. Wrapped in his white toweling bathrobe, face tilted toward the morning light, she was utterly stunning. “How can you manage to make terry cloth sexy, woman?”

She squinted sideways at him, taking the cup. “Says the guy who put on track pants…and no shirt.”

He shrugged, repressing a smile. “It’s hot today.”

“Mmm-hmmm.” She eyed him skeptically and sipped.

Colin settled himself into one of the chairs as she sank into in the other.