Leesa
‘I’m in a hospital gown covered in yoghurt and you’re suggesting wehave sex?’
His throat worked in a convulsive swallow. ‘Notnow.’
‘Clearly.’ My voice came out on a squeak. He’d assured me – with uncharacteristic vehemence – that this wasn’t a prank, but I was still certain this couldn’t actually be happening.
‘Take it easy, Kubicka,’ he said drily in response. ‘You’re not going to vomit, are you?’
‘What? No.’
His laugh was deep and chesty. ‘I wasn’t going to ask you to marry me. I just thought we could have a… good time, that’s all.’
Apparently, I needn’t have worried abouthispride. ‘I don’t…’Have a good time?Luckily, I cut myself off before I could finish that sentence. ‘I’m more of a… relationship gal.’ Yikes, that made me sound like real fun. But since when did I care what Colin thought of me? ‘Too much thinking makes that… sort of thing…’
‘I should just go,’ he responded – predictably – with a tight smile, getting to his feet. ‘I didn’t mean to make a dick out of myself. Of course this is just… I don’t know. Old times or something.’
Old times had not been like this between us.
‘I’m…’ He sighed and peered at me again from under his lashes andwhump, the strength of my reaction to those baby blues got my heart racing again. ‘I’ll see you… I mean, good luck.’
Lifting a hand in a wordless farewell, he reached for the handle of my hospital-room door and turned it. Time seemed to spool forward too quickly – the yawning future without cycling, without any Gallaghers. Flashes of memory – from today and years earlier – played behind my eyes and this moment seemed to detach from time and create its own life.
And then he was gone.
Chapter 18
Colin
My heartrate was out of control, adrenaline spiking so high my vision was blurring – which was a damn shame because I had never seen anything as beautiful as Leesa, eyes glazed, open for me, wanting me. Just over two weeks until the Tour and she was going to kill me.
Vindication was a heady part of the cocktail of emotions mixing in my chest. Six years, all leading to this moment. As I closed my mouth over hers, soaking up her whimper of relief, wallowing in the press of her body against mine, it had been worth the wait – a thousand times over.
I hadn’t expected her to burst over me with longing, but she was restless, wound up, and all we’d done was kiss.
‘These dresses drive me wild,’ I murmured against her mouth as my hand skimmed up her thigh, the filmy material under my fingers. ‘If you had worn these on training camps, I might have misbehaved earlier – at least alone in the shower.’
Dropping my lips to her neck, I pressed open-mouthed kisses down to her sternum, to the neckline of the dress.
‘Quick,’ she said on a hitched sigh, her chest heaving.
With one more unhurried kiss that found the subtle swell of one breast, I gathered the hem of her dress and worked it up around her waist, her ribcage and over her head.
I was unprepared for the sight of her in her underwear. The little bra thing she wore was all lace and the stuff of fantasies. Her knickers were no-nonsense cotton, but that was soLeesathe stripes were an unbearable turn-on. I could see she wasn’t entirely comfortable getting naked, although she still grabbed me and dragged me back for another kiss.
Her posture brought her words from September back in a sudden strike of memory.Too much thinking… I nearly laughed at the realisation of how well I understood that now. On Friday, her sudden about-face.
The rush now.
She fumbled with the zip of my jersey and I let her peel it off me – one little fantasy I wasn’t going to abstain from. A second later, my bibs were around my waist and she was working on the shorts. I thought about stopping her, worried my very eager cock bobbing in her face straight away might not be the smoothest introduction, but then it was too late.
Heat rushed up my chest, waiting for the verdict. It usually did the job well, but dicks were kind of weird appendages and it was the first time she was appraising mine. She paused for a heartbeat, long enough for a squeeze in my chest, but then she licked her lips and took it in her hand.
‘Flaming hell, Leesa,’ I yelped, bracing myself against the door as she gripped me gently, her fingers the softest torture, turning my knees to jelly. With a little hum, she tightened her grip and explored the full length of it, sending sparks racing down my spine.
The floor was a live current and I was one step closer to keeling over in fatal ecstasy. Maybe I was already dead, her touch on my dick felt so good. Except, I couldn’t die yet. I’d only just discovered my main purpose in life was to give Leesa Kubicka an orgasm she’d still be feeling next year.
‘Babe,’ I managed to choke out. ‘Hey.’ I had to dislodge her hand with mine, but when I kissed her again, holding her arse to pull her against me, she didn’t complain. The noises from the back of her throat would give me horny dreams for months.
