Page 103 of The Perfect Distraction

Just as she said his name, he inserted a finger deep inside and found her most sensitive spot.

It felt decadent, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away as she watched his fingers work her over. With her back trapped against his front, he held her firmly in place—as if she’d even want to escape!

Swinging her hair to the side, he resumed kissing and nibbling on her neck while they gazed at each other in the mirror.

When she was getting close, she arched her back and cried out.

“Don’t hold back,” he said, urging her on.

Her legs felt like jelly, and she counted on his strong grip to hold her up as she let go, clenching and pulsating against his hand while he whispered words of encouragement in her ear. Not that she needed any!

At the peak of orgasm, she’d closed her eyes, and when she popped them open again, he was smiling at her with pure joy.

“That was awesome,” he said.

“I think I’m supposed to say that.”

“Go ahead.”

“That was awesome,” she repeated and then turned into his embrace and looped her arms around his neck.

Cupping her bare bottom in his warm hands, he leaned in and kissed her, looking extremely pleased with himself. It struck her that some men wouldn’t be satisfied until they’d had their turn, but not him. He’d been dedicated to pleasuring her, just like he was dedicated in all aspects of his life.

“I’d gladly return the favor; however, the pizza will probably be here any minute.”

“I’ll take a raincheck.”

And then the doorbell rang, causing her to jump.

Eyes twinkling, he said, “You might want to wait in the living room.”

Pulling down the T-shirt as far as it would go, she made a hasty retreat. She sank down on the couch, covered her lower half with an afghan, and picked up a magazine that had been lying open on the coffee table. She pretended to read while Colton answered the door and paid the delivery guy, who sounded like a teenaged boy.

When Colton rejoined her, he glanced at the magazine cover and started laughing.

“What? What’d I do?”

“Do you even know what you’re reading?”

She flipped to the cover and saw that it was a woodworking magazine with the image of an attractive woman holding a power tool.

“Is this supposed to be sexy?” she teased.

“Not as sexy as a certain woman wearing my T-shirt with no panties underneath.”

She rolled her eyes and started to get up, but he stopped her.

“Don’t move. We’ll eat in here.”

He made a big production out of serving her pizza and a beer, and she made googly eyes at him like he was a sexy waiter that she wanted to do naughty things to (which she did!).

They talked easily about random topics while they demolished the entire pizza and two beers each, and then Beth sat back and placed a hand over her stomach.

“I can’t move,” she groaned.

“Good. That means you’re staying with me tonight.”

Eyes wide, she said, “You mean like a sleepover?”