missed her. He had missed how they seemed to connect so thoroughly, and how they were so completely in tune sexually. Before he could reveal that completely ridiculous fact, he covered her mouth with his.
He couldn't spout crazy talk if he were otherwise occupied.
Colin wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass in his hands. He rocked against her as he came down slowly from the unbelievable high of having her in his arms again. He scattered random kisses on her mouth and face unable to stop touching her.
Then he pressed a sweet kiss, totally at odds with the their insane lust, against her lush mouth.
As reality returned, thoughts of all the reasons why this was such a bad idea crowded his head. Jess was having similar thoughts. He could tell by her rapidly stiffening shoulders, and the tense curve of her jaw, that reality was returning to her too.
And she didn't know the half of it.
Blimey. He'd promised her brother he'd stay away from her. But as she made small attempts to disengage from their embrace, Colin held her tight. "Not yet," he whispered and pressed a tender kiss to the curve of her shoulder. He didn't want to let her go.
Shite. He was in serious trouble.
Five
12 hours earlier
"You certainly didn't waste any time." Keisha cast a snide glance at Jess.
She could barely even focus on the other woman. Her mind was back in that tent, as she went over every single thing that Colin had said to her. She tried to ignore the other memories that crept in. How familiar his hard body felt against hers. How well she fit in the wrap of his arms. How perfect the press of his lips felt against her ear, her mouth, her breasts.
For a few stolen moments, she been enveloped in a sense of completion and an emotional intimacy that she craved. Yet, the idea was insane. She didn't even know him. That surreal sense of fitting together, not just physically but, mentally, couldn't really be possible. Could it? And if it was, what was she going to do about it?
Jess finally realized Keisha was still fuming as she tucked extra supplies in the nooks and crannies of the back of the truck. "What?"
"Colin." Keisha shoved another box of seed packets into the truck. "Just a word of friendly advice."
There wasn't a bit of friendly in her tone but Jess kept her mouth shut and tried to ignore her. What did she care what Keisha thought? She had bigger problems. However she did have to work with woman. Assuming she stayed at GHR.
"Sure." Even though she had no interest in what Keisha thought.
"At night, with a lantern on, everyone can see everything that happens in that tent."
"I kinda figured." And I still don't care. If she chose to have sex with Colin it was no one's business but theirs. And when they were down on the cot, the only way someone could have seen them was if they were specifically watching the shadows.
Keisha's lips tightened. "Just saying you may want to tone down the sexpot skankiness if you want to be taken seriously in this business."
Keisha's criticism didn't necessarily have the desired effect.
In her mind, Jess started to work on expanding her potential cover story, examining angles, filing away information for later, and crafting a fictitious reason that would cover up her real purpose in Port-du-Bois and cover GHR's behind. If people assumed that she was on the island because she was a bed partner for Colin, no one would even think about her in the role of sniper.
At the FBI, she'd been a rarity. A female sniper. One more situation where she didn't quite fit in. But here that could work to GHR's advantage. No one would think Jess, a mere woman and worker grunt, could be a sniper, so if something went wrong and she needed to use her skills against Henri LeRoy, the authorities would likely look for a man.
They would dismiss her presence immediately.
But what about Keisha, was she a straight relief worker or did she have another purpose here? Jesus, Jess had so many questions. She really needed to
He couldn't spout crazy talk if he were otherwise occupied.
Colin wrapped his arms around her and grabbed her ass in his hands. He rocked against her as he came down slowly from the unbelievable high of having her in his arms again. He scattered random kisses on her mouth and face unable to stop touching her.
Then he pressed a sweet kiss, totally at odds with the their insane lust, against her lush mouth.
As reality returned, thoughts of all the reasons why this was such a bad idea crowded his head. Jess was having similar thoughts. He could tell by her rapidly stiffening shoulders, and the tense curve of her jaw, that reality was returning to her too.
And she didn't know the half of it.
Blimey. He'd promised her brother he'd stay away from her. But as she made small attempts to disengage from their embrace, Colin held her tight. "Not yet," he whispered and pressed a tender kiss to the curve of her shoulder. He didn't want to let her go.
Shite. He was in serious trouble.
Five
12 hours earlier
"You certainly didn't waste any time." Keisha cast a snide glance at Jess.
She could barely even focus on the other woman. Her mind was back in that tent, as she went over every single thing that Colin had said to her. She tried to ignore the other memories that crept in. How familiar his hard body felt against hers. How well she fit in the wrap of his arms. How perfect the press of his lips felt against her ear, her mouth, her breasts.
For a few stolen moments, she been enveloped in a sense of completion and an emotional intimacy that she craved. Yet, the idea was insane. She didn't even know him. That surreal sense of fitting together, not just physically but, mentally, couldn't really be possible. Could it? And if it was, what was she going to do about it?
Jess finally realized Keisha was still fuming as she tucked extra supplies in the nooks and crannies of the back of the truck. "What?"
"Colin." Keisha shoved another box of seed packets into the truck. "Just a word of friendly advice."
There wasn't a bit of friendly in her tone but Jess kept her mouth shut and tried to ignore her. What did she care what Keisha thought? She had bigger problems. However she did have to work with woman. Assuming she stayed at GHR.
"Sure." Even though she had no interest in what Keisha thought.
"At night, with a lantern on, everyone can see everything that happens in that tent."
"I kinda figured." And I still don't care. If she chose to have sex with Colin it was no one's business but theirs. And when they were down on the cot, the only way someone could have seen them was if they were specifically watching the shadows.
Keisha's lips tightened. "Just saying you may want to tone down the sexpot skankiness if you want to be taken seriously in this business."
Keisha's criticism didn't necessarily have the desired effect.
In her mind, Jess started to work on expanding her potential cover story, examining angles, filing away information for later, and crafting a fictitious reason that would cover up her real purpose in Port-du-Bois and cover GHR's behind. If people assumed that she was on the island because she was a bed partner for Colin, no one would even think about her in the role of sniper.
At the FBI, she'd been a rarity. A female sniper. One more situation where she didn't quite fit in. But here that could work to GHR's advantage. No one would think Jess, a mere woman and worker grunt, could be a sniper, so if something went wrong and she needed to use her skills against Henri LeRoy, the authorities would likely look for a man.
They would dismiss her presence immediately.
But what about Keisha, was she a straight relief worker or did she have another purpose here? Jesus, Jess had so many questions. She really needed to
Similar Books
The Unwinding: An Inner History of the New America
George Packer
Execution Dock
Anne Perry
Words Will Break Cement
Masha Gessen
At Fear's Altar
Richard Gavin
Holiday Bound
Beth Kery
Zane & Lucky's First Christmas (Forever Love, #5)
J. S. Cooper
Dying to Read
Lorena McCourtney
The Mystery of the Purple Pool
Gertrude Chandler Warner
thevirginchronicles
Jennifer Willows