Dreaming in Color by Cameron Dane (autobiographies to read .TXT) 📕

managed to bite down a wince. The man would surely blame himself for something Colin had gloried in participating in equally.

“Shh, please.” Grabbing Marek's questing fingers, Colin carried them to his lips and pressed a kiss to the callused skin. “I'm fine. I promise.” Colin rolled to his back and moved Marek's big hand to his cheek, holding it there. “But you're not going to get me out of this hiding spot and back down the mountain until you feed me.” His gaze drifted to the waterfall and came back to Marek with a smile. “Unless you want to pick me up and toss me over the edge.”

“Not unless I'm holding you in my arms.” Marek leaned down and brushed his lips back and forth over the sensitivity of Colin's, teasing him into a moan, then pecked a kiss to the tip of his nose. “You relax.” He winked and hopped to his feet. “I'll go get the pack with food. Be right back.”

Colin watched Marek walk away, stifling another groan at the combination of balls-to-the-wall sexy and pussycat gentle that made up just a few parts of this complex man. He'd known it from the second he saw the house from the deck of the schooner and then met Marek again in person after living with him for two years in his dreams; Colin was in even bigger trouble with the reality of Marek Donovan than the mirage in his mind.

I am already knee-deep in love with him and can't imagine leaving this place or him.

Marek surely wasn't ready to hear words like commitment and love.

Digging the heels of his hands into his forehead, Colin groaned.

Fuck.

Chapter Fourteen

Colin let himself inside the house the next afternoon after having spent part of the day with Tom, Alison, Gayle, and Sylvia. Marek had driven him to Vanua Levu in his boat this morning and had returned home to do some work; Colin had driven himself back in his speedboat rental.

He put down a few bags and leaned against the doorjamb to toe off his shoes, eager to be barefoot again. The soles of his feet hit the hardwood floor and a nice little buzz tickled up to his calves. He chuckled, almost used to the minor sensations now. “Hi, darlin'.” He ran his hand along the wall and swore to God it vibrated under his hand like a purring cat. “I'm here.”

A throat cleared to Colin's right, and he spun to find Marek leaning against the entry to the computer room. The man arched his brow, and he affected his familiar stance of arms crossed against his chest.

“I should have known better than to think that endearment was for me,” Marek said. “And here I got up from my work to greet you and everything.” Marek smirked, and Colin knew his lover only humored him with his comments about the house and didn't entirely believe the things Colin felt were real.

Colin strolled across the foyer at a leisurely pace and came to a stop right in front of Marek. “Shame to put those ten feet you walked from the computer to waste.” He slid both arms around Marek's waist and yanked him in right close. “Yes, the house is my darlin', but remember”—Colin rubbed his groin against the bulge pushing behind Marek's cargo pants—“you are my sexy baby.” He pushed Marek back into the squared arch and leaned into him, stealing a warm, exploratory hello kiss. He nudged the seam of Marek's lips and slipped his tongue inside, slowly tasting heat and a mixture of sweet fruits with a hint of smoke, something entirely Marek.

Marek kissed his way up the side of Colin's face, ending at his hairline. “Mmm…” Inhaling, he circled his hand around Colin's neck and brushed his thumb along the line of his jaw. “So you've added 'sexy' to my title since this morning, have you?”

“After the things you did to me in the bathroom”—Colin could still feel the entire front of his body plastered to the wall as Marek covered him and fucked him from behind—“I thought the promotion well earned.”

“I aim to please.” Marek sidled out from the door frame but held Colin's hand and led him into the computer room, talking over his shoulder as he did. “But if you share even a single part of this cheesy conversation with anyone, I will buy ropes and a whip, and we will try an entirely new kind of play.”

“All right,” Colin said. “So I won't share the details with Jordan and Tag over lunch tomorrow.” Marek sat down in his plush swivel chair, and Colin leaned against the desk, crossing his legs at the ankle. “You can make sure I don't, because they would like you to come with me.” Colin rubbed his thumb over a tiny ink smear marring the corner of the desk and tried to wipe the ingrained stain away. “I didn't get to see them today, but I talked to them on the phone and set up an early afternoon lunch.” He worried the inside of his cheek as nerves tackled the steadiness in his voice. “Will you come with me?”

Marek sat completely still, his fingers steepled. Drumming the tips together, he eventually said, “I guess. If you want me to.” The edge of his lip pulled, almost making him look like he frowned. “If they want me there.”

Relief washed through Colin, and he pushed up a bit straighter. He's just nervous, not unwilling; that's all. “They do. Jordan and Tag would like to get to know the person who has been occupying so much of my time.” Colin shook his head, chuckling. “Shit, the others had a ton of questions today I didn't have the answers for either. Not that I would have shared your history without permission anyway.” Colin had given his investigator friends a strict follow-up order not to do a background check on Marek. He knew such an act would kill the trust he'd managed to earn from