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  She leaned forward and brushed her lips across his. “You can stop talking now,” she whispered, claiming his lips once more.

  His train of thought was shattered as he began to lose himself in her and his growing desire for her. His mind told him to take it slow, but his body demanded more. He released one of the chains on her swing and threaded his fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head in his hand and deepening the kiss.

  Her hand shot out, fisting the front of his shirt and pulling him closer to her. She moaned softly, her lips parting and inviting him in. Taking the invitation, his tongue slipped past her lips in search of hers. His arousal spiked as their tongues touched and played.

  His hand fisted her silken locks. God, he wanted her. His shaft became rock hard in seconds, consuming him with need. If it wasn’t for the fact they were perched on the blasted swings he’d pull her onto his lap and feel her warm, soft body tight against his.

  She tore her lips from his and began to string kisses along his jaw to his neck as her hands yanked his shirt from his pants and worked their way up his bare back. A cool breeze rushed up his spine, a direct contrast to the warmth of her hands, sending a shiver through him.

  She pulled away, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You cold?”

  Colin chuckled. “Hardly.”

  She ran her tongue along her lower lip. His eyes followed her tongue as it wet her lips, leaving them glistening. “Would you like to see my place?”

  He hesitated.

  “I mean, it’s not an invitation for sex…” she quickly added.

  Colin’s chuckle turned to full-out laughter. “I didn’t assume it was.”

  “You hesitated.”

  He stopped laughing and raised a brow at her. “Huh?”

  “You hesitated as if you were wondering if it was an invitation for sex. I just wanted to set the record straight that it’s not for sex, but just…” she shrugged, “you know, to hang out. Maybe pop some popcorn, watch a movie.”

  Hanging out in front of the television sharing some popcorn and watching some tacky horror flick. Yeah, he could get into that. Hell, he’d walk on coals, if she wanted to give it a try, as long as it meant spending some more time getting to know her.

  Releasing her swing, he stood and extended his hand to her. “I can’t think of anything I’d rather do.”

  She gave him a skeptical look as she accepted his outstretched hand. “Oh, I doubt that.”

  “And what would you mean by that?”

  She grinned, humour gleaming in her eyes. “You’re a guy.”

  He made a show of grimacing and jerking backwards as if slapped. “Ouch. That kinda hurt a little bit.”

  Gabriella giggled. “Uh-huh.” Standing, she gave his hand a jerk and led him to the exit of the playground. “In that case, I’ll expect you to be on your best behaviour.”

  Colin’s gaze lowered to her ass and his cock jerked in his pants. He cleared his throat, picking up the pace so he was at her side. “Best behaviour?”

  “Yup. And just to warn you, I haven’t had a chance to clean in a few days. I’ve been putting in a lot of extra time at the shelter; we’ve been insanely busy with the cats we saved from the house. So, it’s a wee bit disorderly, and I know how you can be with neatness and order.”

  “Disorderly? How disorderly?”

  “I’m just warning you. I’m not you. I’m not opposed to a little chaos.”

  Colin’s brow furrowed.

  She nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. “Oh stop. It’s not that bad, just not OCD neat and organized.”

  “I’m not OCD,” he grumbled, “I’m OCPD. There’s a difference.” And he was fine with that. Worse things to be in his opinion. She looked up at him and he caught her amused gaze. Unable to stop himself, a wide smile broke out on his lips.

  Chapter 10

  “Holy shit! We need to call the police!”

  “What are you talking about?” Gabriella entered the apartment and spun around to face him as he tentatively entered after her. Something bumped into her legs, which she knew was Butch, her brindle pitbull, but she ignored him.

  He motioned to her living room. “‘Cause I’m assuming you’ve been robbed.”

  Gabby turned back to survey the living room, continuing to ignore Butch even though he’d begun to nose her leg. Her previous day’s clothing was slung over the sofa, along with a blanket and a couple of jackets. Cat and dog toys littered the floor. The coffee table was piled up with paperwork she’d brought home with the intention of doing it later in the evening. CDs, DVDs, Blu-ray discs and books were scattered on most available surfaces.

  She shrugged. It looked a little messy to her, but no biggie.

  “I think you’re being a little melodramatic.” She reached down and gave Butch a pat on the head. Giving her living room another sweep she conceded that perhaps to Mr. Neat Freak standing next to her, it could be considered a bit of a disaster. But she was comfortable this way.

  He walked all the way into the living room and did a 360-degree turn, his eyes seeing everything. He slowly shook his head. “Nah. I don’t think I am.”

  “Some people like a little bit of chaos.” Closing the door behind them, she locked it and made her way across the room, motioning for him to follow her into the kitchen. She had to admit she was slightly embarrassed, she could have taken some time to tidy up a bit, even if it was only her who would see the apartment. Would a bit of tidiness kill her? She supposed not. She supposed less stuff would get lost if she had a little more organization.

  “Right.”

  She glanced over her shoulder at him following behind her, her eyes narrowing. “A little chaos wouldn’t kill you, you know.”

  “I have enough chaos with work, I don’t need it at home as well.”

  “You want butter or cheese on your popcorn?” Bending down she grabbed a large bowl and popcorn kernels from the cabinet.

  “Whatever you want.”

  “Lots of butter and cheese it is.” Setting up the popper she started it and turned to see him reclining against the kitchen counter watching her.

  “Yeah, what’s a little grease and fat?”

  “Ohmygod!” She planted a hand on her hip and gave him a hard stare. “You’re not one of those health freaks are you?”

  He opened his mouth to answer and snapped it shut, his face flushing slightly. Colin Almond embarrassed over something? Wow. That’s new. She laughed and gave her head a little shake as she walked over to the fridge. She grabbed a couple of cans of soda and peeped at him over the fridge door, waving them at him.

  “I suppose these are out of the question then?”

  He huffed as he pushed himself off of the wall and strode over to her, taking the cans from her hands. “Nothing wrong with being healthy.”

  “Uh-huh.” Closing the door she quickly took a can from him and opened it. The shaking of it changing hands shook it up just enough that it came flying from the top and spilt over the front of her. “Shit.”

  Colin grinned. “Water wouldn’t have done that.”

  She forced herself from returning his grin. “Dick,” she murmured. “Get the popcorn ready, find a movie and I’ll meet you in the living room. Just gotta go change.”

  As soon as she left the kitchen she allowed the grin to emerge on her lips. He was so uptight. It was actually kind of cute. So straight-cut and proper. She supposed that was part of the reason why seeing his partner answer the door in a towel had come as such a shock.

  Entering the bedroom, she shed her clothing and was about to grab a pair of jeans when she thought twice. It wasn’t as though she was going anywhere tonight. He might as well see the everyday me now and get it over with, she mused as she grabbed a pair of black boxer shorts and an oversized flannel button-down shirt. Pulling her hair up into a ponytail, she made her way back into the living room to find that Colin had cleared off the coffee table and was in the process of clearing off the sofa.

  “No. No. Lea
ve it.” She rushed across the room and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from removing the blanket. She didn’t want him seeing the big hole in the sofa cushion, courtesy of Butch. She didn’t want him to get the idea that Oscar might cause the same damage on his leather sofa.

  “But –”

  She plunked down on the sofa and pulled him down with her. “Sit. Enjoy the movie.” She turned the channel until she found the horror movie channel and left it there. It was currently partway through one of the Nightmare on Elm Street movies – she didn’t know which one.

  Feeling Colin’s eyes on her, she turned her head and met his gaze. She felt her cheeks growing warm at the intensity of his stare. “What?”

  “You look good.”

  She frowned and she looked down at her well-worn flannel shirt. “Are you serious?”

  He reached over and fingered the collar of the shirt, following the material down her chest. She’d left the top two buttons undone so his fingers ended up between her breasts. She glanced down at his fingers, willing him to undo the rest, or kiss her or dammit, anything other than leave her suspended in a state of uncertainty.

  Feeling his eyes burning into her, she lifted her gaze to meet his dark eyes. The hunger was undeniable, burning as strong as it had in the park. She leaned forward and ghosted her lips across his. Screw the movie and Freddy. She caught his lower lip between her teeth and tugged.

  He chuckled softly before becoming more aggressive, possessing her lips with his own and demanding her surrender. She sighed and gave in to him, needing him more and more by the second. As she slid her arms over his shoulders and drew closer to him, she felt the button holding the shirt together between her breasts come undone, followed by another and another until the shirt was open.

  The fire between her legs ignited and she moaned softly against his lips. She wanted him. Needed him. Screw waiting. She’d waited long enough. It was time to take what she wanted.

  As their tongues danced she shifted herself. Swinging a leg over his lap she resettled herself over him, while shrugging the shirt off, letting it drop to the floor at his feet. She lowered herself onto his groin, and began to grind on his hardening cock.

  “Damn Gabby,” he groaned. “What happened to no sex?” He reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

  Removing her bra and tossing it to the floor, she sat back on his lap and smiled, a cocky, seductive smile. “This isn’t sex. It’s dry humping. There’s a difference.”

  He froze, his face going blank as he stared into her eyes.

  Just before she could ask him what the matter was, he growled, a low, feral sound coming from the back of his throat and flipped her to her back, settling over her. She giggled as her back landed on the sofa. She was about to pull him into her arms when a number of odd-sounding squeaks came from under her.

  “What the fuck?” Colin jerked back up into a sitting position, pulling her up with him and holding her tight to him, her breasts crushing against his broad chest.

  She knew what the sound was; she knew it quite well. So did Butch. The sound had awoken him and he was making his way over to the sofa, tail wagging with enthusiasm. Colin pulled back the blanket to reveal the large hole in the sofa with three dog toys nestled within. He looked up at Gabriella who’d begun laughing, and then down at Butch who was beginning to retrieve his stored toys from their hiding place.

  “He’s a digger.”

  “A digger?” The look of disbelief on his face was so amusing it was cute.

  “Yeah, some dogs like to dig.”

  His look of disbelief switched to alarm. She knew where his mind was headed.

  “Oscar isn’t a digger. He’s too lazy. He’s a sleeper.” Feeling brazen, she pushed him back onto the other end of the sofa, lying over him. “Don’t worry,” she whispered into his ear, before beginning to kiss her way down the side of his neck, as her fingers began to undo the buttons on his shirt. She’d seen his beautiful, naked torso that morning, now she wanted to see him close up and trace the contours of muscle with her fingertips.

  “But –”

  She captured his lips with hers, blocking out any additional protests. As she finished undoing the buttons, her other hand slipped lower to his groin and began to stroke the large, hard bulge that had developed. He moaned against her lips, the dog and hole in the sofa forgotten as his hands began to slowly slide up her sides to cup her breasts.

  She released his lips and sat up on him, her eyes devouring his stunning chest and abdominals. His shoulders were wide and his chest well defined. As her fingers traced the contours of muscle, the muscle flexed under her fingertips.

  “I love your chest,” she said softly.

  His fingers began to tease her hardening pink nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingertips. “Yours isn’t too bad either.”

  She was about to laugh at his comment when he pinched her nipples, a little harder this time, causing her to moan as a jolt of pleasure rushed through her. Her fingers made their way to his belt, quickly undoing it, along with his pants button and zipper. She was becoming desperate for him, desperate for the feel of him filling her, claiming her.

  Reaching under his boxer briefs she grasped his rock hard erection in her hand and began stroking him. He closed his eyes and groaned loudly. His hands released her breasts and lowered to her bottom, grasping her ass cheeks in his hands and squeezing.

  The heat between her legs intensified and wetness began to dampen her thin silk panties. She wiggled over him, trying to shift positions and relieve some of the building pressure.

  Colin opened his eyes and with an odd expression on his face as he sat up, gently pushing her backwards. “We’re being watched.”

  “What?” She stopped stroking him, suddenly alarmed and not sure why. Who’d be watching them? She looked nervously around them, her eyes landing on the windows. There was no one peeking in. Not that there should be, considering they were on the fourth floor.

  “Him.”

  Brow furrowed, she followed his gaze. Sure enough, they were being watched. Butch was sitting back on his haunches, his brown eyes fixated on them.

  “It’s fucking creepy, babe.”

  She shrugged. “At least he’s not licking his balls while watching.”

  She received the look of disbelief that she was becoming all too familiar with. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from laughing. With a sigh of resignation, she slid from him and got to her feet. Grabbing his hand she gave it a tug, urging him from the sofa and leading him across the room, toward the bedroom.

  “Seriously creepy.”

  Gabriella looked back over her shoulder at him and rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh.”

  “Seriously. It was like he wanted to get a piece of the action.”

  Once in the bedroom, Colin closed the door securely behind them, banning Butch and his peeping eyes from joining them.

  Gabby allowed herself to laugh as she pulled him toward the bed. At the bed she slipped her arms around his waist and placed a kiss on his chest. Hooking her thumbs into his waistband she tugged on the belt loops of his pants and forced them and his boxer briefs down, leaving him beautifully exposed to her. While she undressed him, he removed her boxers and panties, causing them to puddle at her feet.

  She glanced down between them as she grasped his cock in her hand again. She stroked him twice and watched as pre-cum began to pebble at the tip. The temptation to taste him became too much. She fell to her knees before him and swiped the tip of his dick with her tongue.

  He inhaled sharply, as his fingers laced themselves into her hair, fisting her long, golden locks. “Oh fuck, Gabby. You don’t hav–”

  Her tongue lashed out a second time, swirling around the head and cutting off his protest.

  “Or. You. Can.” His hands tightened in her hair.

  Smiling, she cupped his balls in one hand and ran her tongue along one side of his shaft and then back up the other side. She repeated the process a couple more times befo
re shifting her focus back to the head. Her tongue teased the head, probing at the slit at the tip. Her effort was rewarded with another low groan.

  She looked up to meet his eyes and a shiver ran down through her, increasing the fire between her legs. Keeping her gaze locked to his, she took him into her mouth. Holding the base of his shaft, she began to work her mouth and hand in unison. As her mouth moved up and down on him, her tongue began to swirl around the head.

  “Oh dammit!”

  Urged on by his pleasure, she began to work him harder, her head bobbing up and down faster and as her desire rose, she found herself moaning with him. Slipping a hand between her legs, she parted her wet folds, exposing her clit. She began to work the swollen nub, stroking herself in time with her motions on him.

  “Gab. Oh God, Gab. You gotta…” Not finishing his sentence he pulled himself from her, grabbed her around the waist and tossed her to the bed. She squealed as she bounced, once, twice. Grabbing her legs, he pulled her down to the foot until her bottom was at the edge. Dropping to his knees, he placed one of her legs over his shoulder and began a string of feather-light kisses up her left leg, beginning at her knee.

  With each inch he came toward the apex between her legs, the fire within her increased.

  “Oh God, Colin. I… Mmmm.” By the time his lips reached the apex between her legs, her entire body was humming with need. He spread her velvety folds, exposing her fully to him.

  Bracing herself up with her elbows she inhaled sharply as she watched him as he licked the length of wet slit.

  “So good,” he murmured, more to himself than to her. He licked her a second time, using his tongue to taunt and tease her clit. The jolts of pleasure increased in intensity and frequency as he slowly slid two fingers into her needy core. Over and over the flashes of pleasure washed over her, causing her to buck against his mouth.

  She collapsed onto the bed, closing her eyes and basking in the pleasure he was giving her. She was coming closer and closer, so close that her body was on edge, trembling with the need to release. Just when she hit the brink, Colin stopped.