Page 91 of Snatched
Her laugh is small, breathy, nervous.
“Can you…are you serious? Colt, of course you can cook.”
We stare at each other for a beat too long.
Then she steps back and lets me step in. The door clicks shut behind me.
She laughs nervously. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you right away, I was just?—”
She doesn’t finish, because I set the groceries on the counter…and I’m moving before I even think.
I reach for her.
She gasps softly as my hands slide to her waist.
“Elena,” I murmur, voice low. “You’re going to kill me.”
Her breath trembles.
“Then die dramatically.”
I don’t remember leaning down.
She gets on her tippy toes.
But suddenly her mouth is on mine, warm and soft and hungry, kissing me like the ten weeks of tension finally snapped.
I pick her up without thinking.
She lets out a small sound against my lips, arms wrapping around my neck.
I carry her toward the bedroom, her body warm and pliant in my arms. She lets out a small sound against my lips, arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer, as if she wants tomeld us into one. The way she clings to me sends a wave of desire crashing through me.
Her fingers tighten in my hair as I kick the bedroom door open with my foot, the hinges creaking in protest. The space is dimly lit, intimate, filled with the lingering scent of her perfume.
And with one last breathless look between us—the kind that says we both know exactly what’s about to happen—the door closes behind us with a soft thud.
I set her down gently on the edge of the bed, but I waste no time.
“Stay,” I command, my voice low and firm as I take a step back to take her in. She’s breathtaking, her hair tousled, lips slightly swollen from our kisses, eyes dark with need.
She bites her lip, the glimmer of excitement in her gaze sending a thrill through me. “What do you want me to do?” she asks, a teasing lilt in her voice.
“Just wait,” I reply, my tone leaving no room for argument. “I want to see you like this—eager, ready for me.”
“I’ve been ready for you since our first session.”
With that, I watch as her breath quickens, anticipation flooding her features. I walk around the room, taking in the soft lighting, the way her sheets look inviting, and the gentle hum of the city outside filtering through the window. But my focus quickly returns to her.
I stride back toward her, my heart racing as I close the distance. “Now, take your top off,” I order, my voice rough with desire.
Her eyes widen for a moment, but she complies.
I stare at her, grinning ever so slightly.
“Bottoms, too.”
Watching her take it off is the sexiest move I’ve ever seen in my life.
