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

my father is a doctor. Mother had been a nurse—that was how my parents met—but she stayed home to raise us.”

“And you have a brother and a sister?”

“Yes. Both older.”

“I have a hard time imagining you as the baby, big guy.” Her voice had dropped to a sexy murmur, and he laughed.

“My mother was from northern England. My uncles look like Viking throwbacks. But yes, my brother is still resentful that I grew taller than he did.”

“And broader, I am sure.”

“You like muscles, do you?” His arm tightened around her, and she looked up at him, her eyes crinkling with humor.

She traced the line of his shoulder with a slow palm. “Not always. I like yours though.”

“Do you now?” Tightening his grip further, he encouraged her onto his lap. She responded, moving one leg so she was straddling him, settling her weight back onto his thighs. In this position, her face was almost on a level with his. He brushed her fringe away from her eyes with gentle fingertips and saw her pupils had spread across her irises, the flecks of amber almost completely hidden in the velvety blackness.

Her fingers traced along his lips, and he nipped at her, capturing a finger in between his teeth.

“Naughty,” she said warningly, her eyes glinting with challenge. In response, he sucked, swirling his tongue around the tip. She slid down his thighs until her hips were flush with his, pressing against his hardening length.

Releasing her finger with a pop, he murmured, “Naughty indeed,” leaning forward to taste the salt at the hollow of her throat, pulling her hips tighter against him. Feeling her hands tunneling into his hair, he groaned and tugged at the neckline of her tee shirt where it scooped low across her chest. Her hips undulated against his, and he groaned again, hands tightening on her ass.

“Please tell me I can take you to bed again,” he said, lifting his head and brushing his lips against hers.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Alicia squeaked as Colin stood, hefting her body with ease. Her legs tightened around his hips, and her hands slid from his hair to the back of his neck, gripping tightly.

“I won’t drop you,” he murmured, nipping at the angle of her neck and shoulder. “Bedroom back there?” His head tilted in the direction of the kitchen, toward the back of the apartment.

“Not much choice, is there?”

“No, but it seemed the gentlemanly thing to inquire.” Alicia laughed as he began to move, crossing the small space with long strides.

“You’re silly,” she said, brushing her lips across his.

“Guilty,” he said, stopping to kiss her, eyes closed, lips crushing against hers. Alicia let her tongue play along the seam of his lips until they opened and his tongue met hers. She moaned, her muscles relaxing against him as she dissolved into his kiss, grinding her hips against his erection.

“Mmm,” Colin said, pulling his head back and looking at Alicia with heavy-lidded eyes. “You need to stop that or I’m going to walk us into a wall.” He released his hold on her a little, and she slid slightly down, legs and arms tightening to stop her descent.

“Whatever you say,” she replied, nestling her face into the angle of his neck and shoulder, nipping and teasing with her tongue.

Colin’s chest heaved in a sigh, and she chuckled as he began to walk again.

“You’re lucky this place is so bloody small. Otherwise we might never have got here,” he said as he bent to lay her on the bed. Alicia gripped his hips with her legs as he tried to straighten and he relaxed on top of her with a laugh. “I’m going to crush you,” he said.

“No, you’re not.” Alicia took a deep breath as he supported himself on his elbows. “See? Easy.”

“Rather difficult to get your clothes off if I’m on top of you, though.”

“And yours. But don’t be in such a hurry.” Alicia fisted her hands in his hair, tugging him closer. “Just kiss me for a while.”

“And here I had been thinking I needed a haircut,” he murmured as his lips descended.

“No. I like it,” she murmured, smiling then giggling as he bypassed her mouth and teased at the sensitive column of her neck. His fingers traced up the sides of her ribs, feather light under her tee shirt, and she shrieked with laughter, squirming and helpless.

As Alicia laughed, Colin sank down, nuzzled her neck again and slid his hands behind her back. “Mmmm. Your skin is so silky.

“Tickling isn’t fair, Mr. St. Cyr,” she whispered, her lips touching his ear, sending electrical shivers across his skin.

“No. But you already have an advantage over me,” he responded, punctuating his statement with a nip at her earlobe.

“And what’s that?” She shivered as she undid the top button of his shirt.

“I find you so mind-blowingly sexy that my brain turns to mush.” His lips skimmed her jawline. “I need to regain all the advantage I can.”

“Hm.” She undid another button, and he raised himself on his elbows again, looking down at her.

“Is there such a thing as a mutual disadvantage, or do those things just cancel each other out?” she said.

“What exactly are you saying, Ms. Johnson?”

Her fingers moved more rapidly down the row of buttons, releasing the rest of them as she said, “What, my open admiration of your body and the fact that I can’t keep my hands out of your hair aren’t enough? I need to tell you that your face is gorgeous too?” She raised an eyebrow, opening his shirt and smoothing her hands across his chest, fingers toying with his nipples.

Colin closed his eyes and pressed his hips to hers, his desire for her all too evident. Her hands slid across his shoulders, and he shrugged out of his shirt, standing and letting it fall to the floor. She reached for the waistband of his shorts, and he covered her hands with his.

“Slowly,” he said, bending to kiss her, teasing at the hem of her