Her Fictional Fling: Scandals in Scotland Contemporary Romance Series Book 1 by Jo Summers Read Free Book Online Page A

against her back and pulled her close, pressing himself against her belly. A raw groan emitted from his throat, and Andi recognized the desire which matched her own. Colin’s mouth was on hers within seconds, water running down them as he played his tongue against her lips. She let him explore her mouth for a brief moment, but it was too much. She wanted him to keep going—more than anything in the world—but fear gripped her and suddenly, she had to get away. She wasn’t ready for this.
    Panting, Andi pulled back from him, pushing his firm chest with her hands as far away as the limited space would allow.
    She placed her hands on the wall behind her, struggling to get her bearing as her head turned fuzzy and the sound around her faded. She didn’t dare look at Colin, unwilling to face her humiliation. The water stopped falling, and she could see his feet underneath her lashes as she stared at the ground; as he stepped nearer, she braced herself for whatever might happen next.
    For the second time that evening, Andi was lifted off her feet.
    In one easy motion, Colin picked her up and she curled against his chest, wrapping her arms over her naked breasts as she tucked her face into the wet warmth of his neck. He trod from the shower and out of the bathroom toward the back of the condo, pushing a door open with his foot. Out of the corner of her eye, Andi saw the outline of a large bed in the dark room, and Colin crossed toward it, slowly lowering her down until she sank into the soft cover. He placed a hand behind her head as it neared the pillows, and then he let her go.
    As he pulled away, Andi met his eyes, still as unreadable as ever.
    “Wait here,” he said gently, and left the room.
    She curled her face into the pillow, her soggy hair dampening the soft linen, and waited for him, unsure what else she could do in such an awkward situation. Colin returned, a stack of fluffy towels in his arms, which he deposited on a chair beside the bed, removing one from the top of the stack. He sat next to her on the soft duvet and began to dry her off, starting with both feet, making his way up her body. He rubbed each part of her gently, but clinically, the possibility of sex completely absent now. Andi’s heart was in her throat as he ran the towel over her upper thighs, her abdomen, and her breasts, but Colin just kept going as if the whole situation was normal. Andi knew it was anything but.
    So much for letting go. So much for being a yes girl and jumping into an adventure.
    Part of her wished he would finish so she could put on her clothes and endure an uncomfortable ride back to her hotel. But another part, a part of her she’d long ago learned to ignore, knew that tenderness like this was not something to be taken lightly. She doubted that Colin Walker had ever been refused by a woman before, and if she knew men, then he certainly wasn’t happy about it.
    Still, he hadn’t pushed her when she resisted, hadn’t forced or even insisted she do anything she wasn’t one hundred percent willing to do.
    The writer in her was intrigued. She’d crafted many male characters of her own imagining, but none like this one. She desperately wanted to know more about him.
    Colin tousled her hair with the towel, and then leaned away from her. “There,” he said, studying her. “Now, do you want to tell me what just happened?”
    “I’m sorry,” she said, and she truly was. “I just…froze up, I guess.” She looked down at her lap. “It’s been…a long time since, since I’ve done this, and…”
    “And you’re not ready,” Colin filled in for her.
    “No, it’s not that—”Andi started, but the look on his face told her he wasn’t buying a word of it.
    “Look, I may have only known you for a couple hours or so,” he said, glancing over her shoulder at a clock on the bedside table, “but it’s not hard to see that you’re a terrible liar.” Colin crossed his arms over his expansive chest and faced her with