Page 119 of The No Try Zone
Colin nods. “I’ll talk to him, but we need to play the match first.”
“I’ll tell him,” she agrees.
“It’s not your job to be the go-between,” Colin says, making certain to look directly at Neesha as he speaks. “But I appreciate you doing that. Let’s get out of here.”
We step out of the room and find Sullivan Adams waiting for us. Colin curses, and Sullivan chuckles. “It’s okay, Coach,” he says, waving a small spiral pad at him. “I know where to find you.”
“Thank you,” Colin says, clearly relieved at whatever it is that has him so worked up. “I owe you.”
“That you do,” the other man says with a smile. “See you later.”
Neesha gestures the two of us ahead. “I’ll catch a different ride.”
Colin threads his hand through mine as we leave and keeps it there as he pulls his phone out to call for a rideshare. He grabs it again as soon as we’re in the car, pulling our hands up to kiss the back of mine. The way he looks at me is filled with pure adoration, and it makes my stomach flip.
Everything changes as the elevator doors close. I watch as Colin’s hand curls tighter around mine, then let my gaze travel up the beautifully cut suit, the crisp white shirt, the perfect knot of his teal blue tie. His throat bobs as he swallows, his jaw ticking beneath his beard. And his eyes. I catch my breath at the sight of them. Heated. Wanting. My pulse races as we exit onto our floor, my hand tucked securely into Colin’s as he walks smoothly down the carpeted hallway. He doesn’t let me go as he reaches for his key and guides me into his room.
I can’t breathe.
He proposed.
I said yes.
We should be in front of a judge right this instant, explaining why we don’t want to be married. And instead, I’m stepping into Colin’s room.
My husband’s room.
He pulls me through the suite and to the edge of the bed, his expression saying everything his words don’t.He loves me.Eyes dark with want, he lifts the strap of my purse off my shoulder and lets it fall to the floor. Fingers trail up my exposed arm, goosebumps following in their wake. His lips press to my shoulder, warm and soft, moving up as I tilt my neck to give him access. His tongue licks a path up the column of my throat and I groan, finally letting my hands move to his suit jacket, pushing it up and off.
“Sam.” It’s pained.
“How much time?” I pant, yanking at his tie. God, he’s hot like this. Want and restraint. Need and respect.
“Not enough.” He sucks on my collarbone, his mouth hot. “Never enough.” A hand brushes the side of my breast.
I’m going to combust.
I free the tie’s knot and pull it off, the sound of silk against starched cotton ratcheting up my pulse. “Buttons.”
He pulls his shirt out of his pants and undoes his cuffs as I work the tiny torture devices free at the top of his shirt. We meet in the middle and he shrugs it off, then pulls his undershirt off, his chest finally bare for my starving gaze. Dark hair brushes across his pecs and down, thickening and narrowing as it disappears into his pants.
“Samantha.” A plea.
I meet his eyes.
“Tell me –” He stops, his throat working.
I know what he needs to hear, so I say it. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”
His eyes flare with relief. This time, he sinks to his knees with control, pressing his lips to my stomach before lowering his head, a breath heaving his shoulders up and down.
I thread my fingers through his hair, eliciting a choked grunt from him. He drags his hands down the backs of my legs, pulling off one heel and then the next before reaching to undo my pants. They come off as I remove my top, leaving me in my bra and panties.
A ding sounds from his discarded jacket.
We ignore it, his teeth latching and scraping around my hip as his fingers thread into my underwear and slide them down. A needy sound comes out of me, and he groans, his mouth moving to my pubic bone as his thumbs spread me. I sigh as his lips meet my flesh, my hands flexing in his hair.
“I missed this.” His eyes lock onto mine, his mouth pressing against me. “Missed the taste of you.” He delivers a long lick, and my whole body shudders. He surges up, angling me so that I fall onto the bed, then goes back to his knees and yanks me forward, putting my feet on his shoulders and leaning in to feast on me.
