For a moment, I wondered why Colin's gait was steady. A drunkard shouldn't even be able to walk straight, no? Then, I was thrown to the bed. Alcohol-scented kisses rained down upon me, not giving me a second to breathe.
A slender hand dug under the hem of my lingerie. His fingertips left a trail of electrifying sensation on my body.
"Babe, I want you so much," moaned Colin hoarsely next to my ears. So seductive was his voice that my very existence shuddered in bliss and nervousness.
"Say yes, babe. Say you want me too. I want to hear it," Colin growled out the words. His hot breath gave my neck goosebumps. My mind became woozy. There was this emptiness within me that demanded to be filled. It was intoxicating.
Did I want it? I asked myself, ignoring the weird sensations his fingers gave my body. Should I say no? But my soul and my body craved something.
But two reasons were stopping me from saying yes—embarrassment and fear. My expertise in romance novels taught me everything I ought to know, but it was still all theory, at best. To do it physically required courage. Just imagining the pain from the first time was enough to deter me.
As I engaged in internal debate, the breathing on my shoulder slowed down. I checked on Colin and realized that he had fallen asleep with one hand under my shirt. What! He turned me on and then fell asleep. For a second, I wondered if I should dump him right here, right then.
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