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

“You’re not making this easy,” she mumbled against his lips, then shivered as he abandoned her mouth to trace the curve of her ear with his lips.

“But is it fun?” he whispered, nipping her earlobe gently as she nodded.

“You know it is,” she said, leaning back to push his dress shirt off and tug at his undershirt. “I have decided that men wear way too many clothes.”

“Agreed,” Colin said, releasing her to raise his hands over his head and help her with the undershirt. As soon as his head was free of the cotton, he kissed her again, his fingers tracing her waist underneath her shirt and pulling upward until they had to break the kiss to lift her shirt over her head. Free of this, her fingers sought his belt as his reached behind her to unfasten her bra. He managed the tiny hooks before she could get his belt unbuckled, and she clamped her elbows to her ribs to keep him from fully removing the bra and distracting her hands from their purpose. He chuckled and traced the column of her neck with his tongue as she continued to work by touch alone, head thrown back, pulling the belt free of its buckle, unfastening his trousers, and easing them around his insistent erection.

“Fuck. Shoes,” he muttered in Alicia’s ear, rewarded by her low laugh as he knelt to untie the laces of the offending footwear and divesting himself of the rest of his clothes. Rising to his now-bare feet, he saw she had tossed her bra aside and stood waiting for him, a half-anticipatory, half-shy smile quivering on her lips.

Settling his hands on her waist, he pulled her to him again, skin to skin finally, his eyes closing at the pleasure of feeling his cock pressed against the satiny skin of her belly. Her fingers skimmed up his jaw, his cheeks, into his hair, pulling him down to join their lips in a kiss. Their mouths opened in tandem, faces tilting, tongues tangling as they sank into each other.

Alicia inhaled, a deep shuddering breath that was full of the scent of Colin’s skin and her own arousal on his mouth. Colin’s lips tightened against hers, smiling, then softening again, claiming her mouth in a deep, languorous kiss. Feeling the mattress against the back of her legs, she realized he had walked them back to the bed. Sitting, she pulled him down with her, leaning back and turning slowly until they were both lying on the duvet, his body bearing deliciously down on hers. Her leg hooked over his, toes tracing light patterns on the back of his thigh.

Colin lifted his head and looked down at her, his dark eyes roaming over her face. “God, I missed you so much.”

Unexpected grief twisted her gut, and her eyes prickled. “Me too,” she croaked.

“No, my darling. You’re not going to cry again. I can’t stand it.” Tunneling his hands into her hair, he kissed her mouth, her eyelids, her throat, her forehead in light, teasing caresses that turned the incipient tears to reluctant laughter.

“That’s better.” He regarded her for a moment, then reached over to open the bedside table drawer and draw out a condom. Rolling it on, he positioned himself, sliding into her in a torturously slow glide, nibbling along the side of her neck until she shivered with pleasure, sliding her hands down to caress his ass, the muscles a hard curve under her hands.

“Mmmm,” she groaned as he pressed inside her.

“All right?”

“More than all right. Delicious. Full.”

“Is that right? How full?”

Winding arms and legs around him, Alicia said, “Don’t fish for compliments.” Then she smiled, eyes half closing as he began flexing his hips in small, gentle pulses, the constant pressure of his hips against her clit causing her to writhe and tighten the grip of her legs. “Okay. Very full.”

“That good?” he asked, his breath hot in her ear. “Or is that fishing for compliments again?”

“God. So good. Fish away. Go fish.” She groaned, turning her head to capture his earlobe between her teeth, gently worrying it and flicking her tongue along the edge of his ear and chuckling when he moaned and began to thrust harder.

“I’m trying…” he gasped, hips slowing again to their gentle rock, “…to make this slow. To make it good for you.” Rising on his elbows, he traced his thumbs over her temples.

“It is good for me,” Alicia said, her voice breathy, moving her hips in opposition to his, lengthening the stroke and making his eyes flutter closed. Placing her hands on his cheeks, she looked steadily into his face. “You. You’re what makes it good.”

Colin’s eyes opened as his thrusts picked up speed and his breath caught suddenly, his hips stuttering into her own. And when he collapsed into her, Alicia hugged him to her with arms and legs.

Later, when Alicia was tucked into the curve of his body, Colin let his hand play up the softness of her belly to toy with a breast, smiling as he felt the vibration of her chuckle against his chest.

“Insatiable,” she murmured.

“Sated. For now,” he whispered against her ear, then moving to kiss the back of her neck. He smiled to himself as she sighed deeply and slipped into sleep, relaxing against him.

Colin stayed awake for a long time, savoring the rhythmic rise and fall of Alicia’s breathing against his hand and chest until he finally succumbed to slumber.

Epilogue

The wedding march always made Alicia tear up. It was ridiculous, but it was true. Looking up at the clear blue autumn sky, she clenched her jaw and tried to will the moisture out of her eyes.

Rising to her feet, she turned to see Mari coming down the aisle between the rows of white folding chairs. Her curly copper hair had been tamed—mostly. A few ringlets fell charmingly around her round, freckled cheeks. Instead of her father, who had died some time before, her