Free The Best Man by Ana Blaze Page A

her bottom lip with his thumb. “You have a stack of videos in the other room that tell me you want to believe in happily ever after. Take the chance.”
    “Those are fantasies, pretty stories about pretty people. I like them, but I don’t think they’re real.”
    His hands kept moving; they slid up her neck, down her arms. They tugged her shirt out of her skirt and caressed the small of her back. “Want to know what I think? I think you liked me from the start. I think you felt this connection too, right away.  You tried to act all proper but you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me.”
    She laughed. “I thought you were a pain in the ass.”
    “You mean you couldn’t stop looking at my arse, saucy girl.”
    Beth rested her hands on his shoulders. “I like you, Colin. I do. But you’re acting like--”
    He reached down and slid his hand under her conservative pencil skirt and up her thigh. “You’re saying I’m nuts, and you’ll get no argument from me. I’m crazy about you.”  His fingers found the edge of her lace panties and dipped inside, cupping her mound as he pushed her back against the wall.
    Beth gasped at the delicious shock and curled her fingers, digging her nails into his flesh.
    “I need you. Now. Here. Tell me you want me too.” Colin used his free hand to drag her skirt up to her waist. He wedged his knee between her thighs and kissed her possessively. “Say it, Beth. Tell me to take you right now just like this.”
    Beth quivered. “Yes.” She tugged at his belt. Fuck. She didn’t like this caveman crap. Except that she did. When it was Colin, she did.
    “Yes.” He looked stunned, but he only hesitated for second. Colin dragged her panties down, tearing them as he pulled them over the heel of her shoe, and cupped her ass with his palms. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her up and plunged inside.
    Colin had her pinned between the wall and his body.  “You’re mine, Beth.” He was primal, thrusting deep and hard, merging, dividing. Again and again. “Meant for me. To be mine.”
    Beth pulled his head back and silenced him with a hungry kiss. Their bodies met with a wet slap; a pair of deep groans announced each parting. The first climax took her without warning. She shouted against his lips as heat and pleasure skittered through every nerve ending, draining her, leaving her open, bare. His.
    Colin didn’t slow. “Again,” he demanded huskily.
    Beth shook her head. She couldn’t possibly.
    His eyes ablaze, he growled, “Yes. Again.”
    “Colin, I …” Already it was building.
    His lips touched her throat and skimmed her jawline before meeting hers. He was voracious — demanding — driving her unerringly back up to the peak. He joined her there, flinging them both over the edge with a final powerful thrust.
     
    Colin rested his back on the wall and fixed his pants. “Come here.” He lifted his arm, holding his hand out towards her. Beth inched closer and let him pull her into the space between his thighs. She laid her cheek on his chest and listened to his ragged breaths, the fervent pounding of his heart. He rested his chin on the crown of her head and brushed his fingers down her arm.
    She clutched his hand, entwining their fingers. Colin bewitched her, clouded her thoughts, and brought out her deep, hidden, wanton side. The resultant sex was magic, but some of the other effects had her troubled. She needed space; lust-free, mind-clearing space. “I like you, Colin.”
    “Told you so,” he said, still breathless.
    Beth pulled her head away and stroked his cheek. “But you need to go to a hotel.”
    He stared down at her, clearly startled, and the look of hurt that flashed through his eyes nearly broke her. He didn’t argue, merely clenched his jaw and nodded. “If you wish it ...”
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    “I NEED SOME BREATHING space,” Beth said, trying to soften the blow.
    Colin gave a half nod. The frown on his face said he clearly