She didn’t say a word. And thank God, because he had no idea what just happened.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Colby’s hard body held her still. Mia just existed. No thinking. No worrying. Nothing. She felt her limp, loose body sprawled on rumpled sheets. Numb satisfaction pulsed. Her fingertips tickled. Blood slowed its screaming rush in her ears. The taste of his kiss lingered, robust and vibrant, on her tongue.

That incredible ride was more than memorable. Repercussions of Colby ricocheted up, down, and all around her mind and body.

It felt like a night of firsts. The first time a man hovered over her, his stomach damp with their perspiration. Though it wasn’t. The first time a man made her cry out his name. No, that was a first. She truly lost control and begged. She cried his name in need and thanksgiving without thought or motivation. Yes, definitely firsts.

This night was different. His piston-powered force drove her to the edge and fell with her. She shuddered, recalling the pained look on his face, his teeth gritted, and muscles contracting around her. He held out for her.

He looked Herculean and chiseled, scarred and battle-ridden. The most handsome man to ever lay eyes on her was now lying on her. And if he stayed like this much longer, Colby could ask her to gun down a bad guy, and she’d pull the trigger without question.

His harsh stubble grazed her chin, his forehead meeting hers. The air was hard to breath, and she sighed.

This is too much like… Something more.

And she didn’t want something more. She could go with this tonight, letting her fantasy run to its full potential. But more with him was unrealistic. More might very well kill her.

It was dangerous, far more so than gunfights and secret lists. Men like him needed physical release, the clinging of a woman crying out his name. It was good for the ego, good for his game.

“Are you okay, Mia?” His tenor raked a level lower than a rumble.

And then he asked about her feelings? It was too much. She nodded his question away, discounting the weight in his voice, and the tightening in her chest.

The room smelled warm and potent. Like the virile man enveloping her. She’d savor their encounter, but it wouldn’t last nearly as long as she needed it to.

Their breaths and the hum of the air conditioning served up the white noise. A quiet intensity. The calm after the storm. Heck, the calm after the hurricane.

Colby picked his head up and locked eyes with hers. Their fire, the deep brooding that burned in his irises, ignited a heated tremor in her all over again. Shivers ran across her skin. He leaned down to kiss her. Hard and deliberate. The harsh scruff on his face, and the supple slide of his delving tongue made her want to sign up for another round.