Free Tell Me a Secret (The Story Series Book 4) by Tamara Lush

feeling dirty.
    I hadn’t been lying flat for more than a few seconds when he flung himself on top of my body and kissed me, rubbing his large body against mine.
    Raising my hands over my head, I hoped he would know to pin me down. Like Caleb used to do.
    Colin didn’t. Instead, he got up and turned out the light, allowing the illumination from the moon to pour onto the bed through the open curtains. Caleb always wanted the light on because he wanted to see all of me .
    I watched Colin undress, the moonlight glinting and shadowing his exercise-honed body. He nearly fell over at one point while removing his pants, then unceremoniously slid on top of me, naked.
    “I’ve drank too much to get a hard-on, I think,” he said. “But let’s see how it goes.”
    I giggled. Wow. So much for romance. So much for carnal sex.
    We kissed more, and I ran my hands down his back, pausing at every ridge and muscle. His skin was smooth, warm. Almost too warm. But he was certainly beautiful, and I wasn’t ready to give up on him yet. Not when he’d made me feel so good earlier.
    He hiked my dress up to my waist, then slipped it off easily.
    I allowed this, although pangs of unease and embarrassment shot through me. Clearly, I hadn’t planned this seduction, I thought, as I looked down at my plain underwear and remembered how I hadn’t shaved, anywhere. Thank God he’d turned out the light.
    He didn’t seem to care because he made little moaning noises as he kissed my stomach clumsily.
    “I want to go down on you. Please?” he whispered.
    “No. Kiss me,” I responded.
    Somehow, being underneath him didn’t feel quite as sensual as our make out session in the bar had or when he’d been kissing my neck a few moments before. I’d assumed that, even drunk, Colin would have seduction down pat by the time he got in between the sheets. I’d hoped he would take charge for both of us. I’d wondered if he’d at least be able to get hard.
    But this…this was sloppy and lazy. We fumbled and laughed as our noses bumped. Or maybe it was my fluttering heart making me nervous and I was misreading the whole situation.
    With an insistent mouth, he kissed down my neck and I thrust my chest toward him. Roughly, he shoved my bra cup down, then wrangled my bra off entirely, flinging it to the floor. He raised himself to his knees, looking at me.
    “Jesus, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, then hooked his thumbs in my underwear and tugged them off.
    I lay there, legs closed and slightly stiff. I was wet, but wasn’t entirely certain sex was what I needed. Or wanted.
    What did I want?
    But when he flicked his tongue over a nipple, it felt amazing. Soothing, with just the right erotic pressure. I shut my eyes, hoping for more. And he delivered with long, sensual circles interspersed with gentle bites. I melted into him, allowing myself to give in. I ran my fingers through his longish black hair, my white skin an erotic contrast to his black strands.
    As he kissed and sucked with a tender mouth, he also cupped my face softly in his hand, his thumb grazing my bottom lip.
    His gentle touch was my undoing. A levee that had formed around my heart crumbled, and a flood of need and sadness and desire flowed through me.
    I gasped.
    “Caleb,” I moaned, then snapped my eyes open. Oh, Christ. I’d just called Colin by his brother’s name. I had no business being here, doing this. I had to leave. Or die. Or something.
    He looked up at me and moved up my naked body, propping himself on his forearms. I could feel his half-hard cock on my belly. It was a tense few seconds as he stared at me. Stroking my hair and bestowing a few, fluttering kisses on my mouth, he sighed.
    “Let’s just sleep, Emma,” he murmured. “We’re both too drunk for this.”
    I nodded as he slid to my side, holding me. His arm clasped me tight, and while it felt good, it also didn’t feel right. I rolled over, so he was spooning me. My body was suddenly too warm, and I