Method Acting: An opposites attract, found family romance (Center Stage Book 2) by Adele Buck (web based ebook reader txt) 📕

“I should have known,” he said, nibbling down the side of her neck in a way that sent chills running all over her body.

“Should have known what?” she asked, tilting her head back against the door as his tongue explored the hollow of her throat.

“Should have known you weren’t wearing knickers when I put my hand on your hip this evening,” he said, lifting his head and capturing her lips in another kiss, this time sweeping his tongue into her mouth and running his hands over her silk-clad rear. She hummed with pleasure as his fingers flexed, squeezing gently. “I don’t know how I could have been so unobservant.”

“Well, you appear to be observing thoroughly now,” she replied, looking up into the shadowed hollows of his eyes in the dim hallway.

“If you’ll follow me upstairs, I promise to make a full survey.”

“Lead the way.”

Drawing her into his bedroom, Colin kissed her again, cupping her face gently in his hands. “Lights on or off?”

“On,” she said, her voice rasping huskily in her throat, making his cock ache.

Stepping over to one of the bedside tables, he turned on the lamp there, illuminating the room. Her eyes roamed over the furnishings and came back to rest on him as he stepped toward her again.

“What is it about tuxedos and uniforms that are so sexy?” she asked, fingers tugging at the black silk of his bow tie, releasing it from its knot.

“I’m not sure I care about the why. I am, however, appreciative of the what,” he replied as she popped the top stud of his shirt and ran her hands under the lapels of his jacket, shrugging the garment off with some difficulty and laying it on an armchair.

“It is too tight,” she said.

“Somehow, my tailor isn’t my top priority at the moment.” His voice was tight, his throat constricted. Her hands swept from the shirt stud she was undoing, threading her fingers under his braces and pushing them down over his arms.

“I’m not saying I’m complaining,” she said, squeezing his biceps and shooting him a look, her brown eyes mischievous behind her long, silvery blonde fringe.

His cock gave another throb. “You know exactly how sexy that look is, don’t you?”

“No idea what you’re talking about,” she said, pursing her lips and returning to the shirt stud she had abandoned.

“Oh, bollocks to this,” he growled, fingers fumbling with his cufflinks and tugging shirt and undershirt over his head. Emerging from the blinding white cotton, the first thing he saw was her expression.

She looked hungry.

Alicia’s mouth watered as she looked at the expanse of Colin’s bare torso. The weightlifting that had been bantered about was now on full display, sculpted muscles swelling under smooth skin. Oh, and he had just the right amount of chest hair for Alicia, spreading across his pecs and narrowing to trail past his navel into the waistband of his pants.

When I thought how sexy tuxes were, I had no idea how sexy half a tux could be.

Gripping the suspenders that hung slack at his narrow hips and winding them around her hands, Alicia pulled hard, yanking him toward her and lifting her face to meet his mouth in a kiss that was almost as much combat as passion, lips pressing bruisingly hard, tongues sweeping against one another. Freeing her hands from the suspenders, she sent them roaming up his chest, exploring the hard planes and curves, the crisp hair and smooth skin, the insistent points of his nipples.

Colin groaned and pulled back, his eyes heavy-lidded and intent. “Before I lose my mind entirely, I need to get you out of this gown. And it looks…challenging.”

Alicia smiled and bit her lip. Twisting to the side, she found the hidden zipper under one arm and lowered it. “Up and off,” she said, turning back to him. “Gently, if you can manage it.”

With fingers that shook slightly, he gathered some of the heavy silk in his hands and began to draw it slowly upward. Alicia raised her arms as he eased the gown up over her breasts, eyes locked on his until fabric obscured her vision, the cool air of the room hitting her body and making her already stiff nipples tighten further.

When her head emerged and her body was bare, she opened her eyes. He was tenderly laying the dress on the chair where she had tossed his jacket. Something inside her twisted at his consideration and her fists clenched, fingernails biting into her palms.

Colin paused as he turned back to Alicia. She was standing clad only in her red stilettos, her lovely body revealed to him, looking at him with a burning intensity. Her hands were balled in tight fists, her arms rigid and tense.

Running his hands lightly down her arms, he teased her fingers open as he brushed light kisses across her lips. When she tunneled her hands into his hair again and started kissing him more aggressively, he straightened, placing his hands on her hips and walking her backwards until the bed was behind her.

“Sit. Please,” he whispered, and she did, dark eyes wary and watchful.

Lowering himself to the floor, he removed one glossy red stiletto, kissing the inside of her knee and then her inner thigh. Setting her shoe down deliberately on the floor, he removed the other, repeating the kisses on her other leg, the scent of her almost destroying the control he was exerting.

Removing his own shoes and socks, he set them beside hers, standing and stripping off his pants and underwear and tossing them on the chair with the rest of their clothing. Alicia’s eyes still followed him, guarded and shadowed. Sitting beside her on the bed, he said, “Do you still want to do this?”

“Why do you ask?”

“You’re looking at me as if you thought I were going to eat you alive.”

More like the opposite. Alicia couldn’t figure out what he was doing. It unnerved her. She was used