Page 65 of The No Try Zone
I hesitate. This was a bad idea. My stomach bottoms out at the way he’s looking at me.
“Please?”
Swallowing hard, I nod. “Okay.” I tuck myself into the corner of the couch as he sits on the other side.
I want him closer. I want him as far away from me as possible. I’m a mess. A complete mess.
“We can’t get an annulment,” he finally says.
I meet his eyes, the golden starburst around his iris seeming to glow as he stares back.
“It’s hard and requires a ridiculous number of steps,” he continues.
“So…we’re stuck?” I hate the way my voice sounds almost hopeful. Which is stupid. I want this marriage over. Don’t I?
“No, but.” He pauses, searching my face. “What if we just –”
I think I nod. I must. All I know is that one minute I’m tucked into a corner of the couch, and the next I’m straddling him, and we’re kissing, and it’s everything I’ve wanted, and mygodhis hands feel so good on me.
“Sam,” he groans, pulling away and meeting my eyes. “Tell me to stop.”
I shake my head. “Don’t stop.”
Everything goes quiet. He holds my gaze as he reaches behind my head to pull my hair out of the ponytail. His fingers thread through my hair, sending goosebumps over my flesh.
I lick my lips and his eyes snag on the movement. He wraps his hand around the hair at the nape of my neck and holds it softly. “Tell. Me. To. Stop.”
But I can’t. Part of me screams to say it, but my heart won’t let me. This won’t end well. I know it won’t. And despite the pain I know waits at the end of this – pain that I can’t be bothered to care about, not when I have him in my arms – I won’t. “Don’t stop,” I whisper.
He squeezes his eyes closed as his grip on my hair tightens. When they open, I’m not looking at the Colin I know. This one is dangerous. Feral. Raw.
And I want every bit of him.
“Now,Colin,” I demand.
All I get out is thenow, because he pounces. His mouth crashes onto mine with a ferocity that takes my breath away. Moments later, he surges upright, forcing me to wrap around him as he stalks through the small apartment to my bedroom, our lips fused.
With a growl, he tosses me onto the bed, giving me no time to recover before he’s crawling over me and settling between my legs. He cages my head between his arms and takes me in, the gold starburst in his eyes seeming to darken as he gives a slow roll of his hips.
I moan at the sensation.
“I have thought of this for so long,” he says, his voice nearly breathless with need.
I swallow and nod. “Me, too.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.” And I am. Even though this is reckless and stupid and can’t possibly end well.
“Do you have any protection?”
I tilt my head to my bedside drawer. “But…”
A perfectly thick eyebrow arches. “But?”
I can’t control the soft whimper he pulls out of me with another roll of his hips. He’s so hard. “But I have an IUD, and I’m clean. I’ve not been with anyone but you since I got here.”
His eyes soften. “Seriously?”
