Stacey felt herself heating up way too quickly. She wriggled against him, wanting to feel every bit of him. She wanted his skin against hers. She slid her hands up to the top of his head and continued to exchange open mouth kisses with him.
“I want you so much,” she whispered.
“What do you want, Stacey?” he muttered.
“All of you. I want all of you,” she said, her need escalating with each passing moment.
Colton’s hands traveled to forbidden places. Her breasts and her read end. Beneath his touch, she felt herself swell like a sensual flower.
“Are you sure about this?” Colton asked, teasing her nipples to taut expectation.
“Yes, yes,” she said, clawing at his chest. “I want you so much.”
“Then you’re gonna get me,” he muttered and pulled her up into his arms and carried her down the hallway. He took her into his bedroom and set her down on his bed.
“You’re sure?” he asked a second time.
“More than sure,” she said, and whipped off her shirt and bra. “Are you?” she asked, daring him.
One, two, three heartbeats vibrated through her, and Colton began to devour her with his hands and mouth. She had never felt such passion in her life. He made every inch of her body burn with desire and need for him. Stacey hadn’t felt this alive in months...or ever.
She kissed his chest and belly...and lower. He groaned and took her with the same hunger.
“You taste so good,” he said.
“So do you,” she said, and pressed her mouth against his in a fully sexual kiss.
“I want to be inside you,” he said, his tone desperate.
“I want you the same way,” she said.
He pulled some protection from his bedside table, and finally, he pushed her legs apart and thrust inside her.
Stacey gasped.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re just—” she said and broke off.
“I’m just what?” he asked, poised over her.
She took a deep breath and laughed breathlessly. “Big. You’re big.”
He shot her a sexy smile. “I’ll try to make that work for you,” he said, and began to move inside her.
They moved in a primitive rhythm that sent her twisting and climbing toward some new high she’d never experienced. She continued to slide against him, staring into his dark, sexy eyes.
When had Colton become so desirable to her? What did it matter? she asked herself and threw herself into making love to him. Stacey clung to his strong shoulders, and with every thrust, he took her higher and higher.
“You feel so good,” he muttered. “So good.”
Stacey felt herself clench and tremble. A climax wracked through her. She could hardly breathe from the strength of it.
Seconds later, she felt him follow after her, thrusting and stretching in a peak that clearly took him over the edge. He clutched her to him and gasped for breath.
Stacey clung to him with all her might. “Two words,” she whispered. “Oh, wow.”
He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. “When did you turn into the sexiest woman alive?”
Stacey laughed. “Me?”
“Yeah, you,” he said, and kissed her again.
She sifted her fingers through his hair, enjoying every sensation that rippled through her. She loved the feeling of his skin against hers, his hard muscles. She slid her legs between his and savored his hard thighs. His lips were unbelievably sensual.
“I’m not sure how this happened,” she said.
“Neither am I,” he said. “But I’m glad it did.”
They made love again until they were breathless. She wrapped her arms around him, shocked by how he’d made her feel. Stacey was in perfect bliss.
* * *
After that second time, Colton looked down at Stacey, all warm, sexy and satisfied in his bed, and felt a triple shot of terror. What the hell had he done? He hadn’t just kissed his sister’s best friend. He’d made love to her. Twice.
He held her tightly against him but was horrified by what he had done. “You’re an amazing woman.”
“You’re a flatterer, but I’ll take it,” she said, cuddling against him.
“This is great, but I don’t want us to have to make excuses to my family,” he said.
A sliver of self-consciousness slid through her eyes. “Oh, good point,” she said and bit her lip. She moved off of him, and he immediately regretted the absence of her body and sweetness.
Stacey quickly pulled on her clothes. “I should leave.”
“Let me walk you to your car,” he said, still full of questions and regrets. He pulled on his jeans and shirt.
Stacey grabbed her coat that had been left on the foyer floor. “I’m glad your mother didn’t discover that,” she said.
“We’re talking about building a separate house, soon,” he said.
“I understand the need for privacy,” she said. “I don’t have it. But I’m lucky to be able to live with my parents.”
“I feel as if I should drive you home,” he said, still upset with himself and overwhelmed by his feelings.
“I’m okay,” she said, but she looked uncertain. The mood between them suddenly seemed awkward.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She pressed her lips together in a closed-mouth smile. “Yes, I am,” she said and shrugged. “I guess I’ll see you around.”
“Right.” He nodded, thinking they had moved way too fast. Stacey had big responsibilities, and he might not be the right man to help her with them. He hadn’t considered his previous experience with Piper a rousing success. “We’ll talk later,” he said, and helped her into her car.
“Yeah,” she said, but didn’t meet his gaze. She started her car and tore out of his driveway faster than a race car. He wondered if she regretted going to bed with him. He couldn’t blame her. His parents’ ranch wasn’t exactly the most romantic environment.
Colton struggled with his own emotions over what they’d just done. They were friends, weren’t they? If that was true, why had he wanted her so much? Why did he still want her? Whatever was happening between him and Stacey was complicated as hell.
* * *
Stacey forced herself not to look in her rearview mirror as she pulled away from the Foster ranch. She had clearly lost her mind, rushing back to tell Colton that she wanted him, too. Even though he’d said she’d been on his mind, it wasn’t as if he’d said he wanted her in a forever way. She’d better not forget that. She’d been through a similar situation with Joe, although he’d given her an engagement ring. With Colton, he’d made no promises. He’d just taken what she’d eagerly offered, but afterward the expression on his face had been one of discomfort.
Buyer’s remorse, she thought. He’d taken the goods, but now he wasn’t sure he wanted them.
Pain twisted through her. She felt like a fool. Why had she believed Colton was different? She was all too familiar with this scenario. She’d been through it and lived to regret it during the past year of her life. When would she