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

shirt with his fingers, gathering the fabric into his hands. “I thought you wanted to go slowly.”

“That was a few minutes ago. An age. A lifetime.” She smiled as he began to draw the soft, thin cotton upward.

“Fickle,” he murmured as he pulled the shirt over her head and dropped it on top of his.

She tossed her head to the side, her eyes twinkling mischievously. Her bra was a white, lacy confection that she knew managed to look innocent and sinful at the same time. He groaned.

“What’s the matter?” she said, rising to her knees on the bed and placing her palms on his cheeks.

“Abso-fucking-lutely nothing,” he said, sliding his hands to her ass and pulling her against him.

“You Brits and your proper language.” Alicia laughed with delight as Colin removed her bra and tossed it to join their other clothing. She reached for the button of his shorts again at the same moment he reached for hers and they grinned at each other as they shucked the rest of their clothing, Alicia stepping off the bed to let her shorts and underwear slide off.

Colin spun her as she stepped out of her clothes and she gasped as he pulled her to him, sliding one hand up to cup a breast and the other down to dip between her legs. His erection was hard and hot against her back and she moaned as his fingers plunged inside her and his teeth scraped across her neck.

“So hot. So wet,” he murmured into her neck. She ground into his hand as his fingers pulsed inside her, his other hand teasing at her nipple, pinching almost to the point of pain, the sensations shooting through her and making her shudder.

“Inside me. Now.” With an effort, Alicia pulled away from Colin, coming to her hands and knees on the bed and looking back over her shoulder at him.

He looked almost dazed, his eyes traveling across her body, then bending to pull his wallet from the pocket of his shorts and extracting a condom. Alicia smiled as he ripped it open and rolled it on, stepping forward and grasping her hip with one hand and positioning his erection to enter her with the other. Her eyes closed in rapture as he pushed home, and she arched her back, tilting her hips to take him deep inside her.

A groan rolled out of him, and his fingers found her clit, rubbing in time with his thrusts. Alicia dropped her head, her eyes closing as she coalesced into one bright, ecstatic point that suddenly exploded outward, ripping a shuddering cry from her throat. She braced herself, falling to her elbows and pushing back against Colin as his hips flexed, finally stuttering to push inside her ever more deeply as he shouted his release.

Alicia gulped air, trying to recover herself as Colin’s warm hands roamed over her back. All too soon, he withdrew, stepping to the bathroom without a word.

A little bereft at his abrupt exit, Alicia slid under the covers. She heard the toilet flush and the water run. When the bathroom door opened again, she scanned Colin’s face, but couldn’t read his expression.

“Scoot over,” he said. Alicia wriggled away from the edge of the bed, and Colin slid in behind her, his knees fitting behind hers, his arm drawing her snug against his chest.

“Now…we cuddle?” Alicia resisted the urge to giggle.

Colin’s deep voice rumbled against her back, and his lips brushed the nape of her neck. “Now we cuddle.”

Chapter 15

Colin stroked Alicia’s hip, smiling sleepily as she hummed with pleasure. “You absolutely unstitch me.”

“Likewise.” She captured his hand in her own and tucked it under her chin. “You had me just a little worried there for a minute, though.”

Propping himself on his elbow, he looked down at her. “How so?”

She turned toward him, twisting slightly within the arm that still wrapped around her. “You just…took off for the bathroom so fast. I half expected you to come out, put on your clothes and leave without a word.”

He huffed a brief, surprised laugh. “Hell no. It’s…let’s just say that disposing of a condom is not the most dignified thing a man can do. I find it embarrassing.”

Laughter bubbled up in her chest, and she released his hand, reaching up to stroke his cheek. “Poor guy. What’s an honorable, dignified Englishman to do? Have to be safe, have to preserve your dignity.”

He turned his head, pressing his lips to her palm. Her fingers curled inward as if she could capture the kiss. “It’s good that you understand me so well,” he said with a severity that was belied by the twinkle in his eyes.

“I think you’re right: we may be more similar than I had originally thought,” she said as he settled his head on the pillow behind hers again.

His hand resumed its lazy exploration of her body, sweeping up her belly, tracing the underside of her breasts, trailing sizzling paths of sensation over her skin. He took a deep breath. “So. How long do you intend to stay?”

“Here in bed? Or here in D.C.?” she asked, wriggling and turning to face him.

“Both. But for now, how long to you plan to stay here in D.C.?”

“Not sure,” she said. “I’m here for at least another four months filming the cable drama. If it goes well, they may write the character into more episodes.”

“And if they don’t?”

“I don’t know. I have to go where the work is.” She took a deep breath, trying to gather courage. “But I’ve been thinking that I like it here.”

“You do, do you?” Colin’s eyes scanned hers, his expression earnest.

“Yeah, I do.” Her eyes flicked up to his face and then down again, a finger reaching out to explore the hollow of his throat.

“Can I try and make a case for you to stay? Regardless of what happens?”

“Are you lawyering me?”

“How so?”

“Making a case.”

“Well, I do admit I want to be persuasive. If ‘lawyering’ helps, I’ll use it. Any advantage.”

She bit her lower lip