her understanding. He leaned down to give her a quick, hard kiss and then he reached for his jeans.
He took care of the small, crucial task with quick, efficient movements. Then he reached out to gather Diana back
into his arms.
“Colby? I want you to know that I…“
He touched her mouth with his fingertips. “The last thing I want to do now is talk. I want you so much that unless
we hurry this up, I’m going to explode before I ever get inside you. My self-control is shot to hell.“
“Good,“ she said simply, mischief in her beautiful eyes. “I’m not in the mood for self-control either. Not now. Make
love to me, Colby. Make it the way you said it would be the first time for us. Hot and wild and frantic.“
He was enraptured by the siren song of her demand. And he was shaking with the effort it took to hold himself in
check long enough to get himself into position. Then he was poised at the hot, damp core of her and he didn’t have to
wait any longer.
With a harsh exclamation of need, Colby drove himself into her soft, receptive core. He felt her quick, indrawn
breath and the shudder that went through her. She was hot and tight. For an instant he feared his swift possession
had hurt her. Her nails scored his shoulders.
Then she was clinging to him as if he were a lifeline, lifting herself to meet his demanding thrusts.
“Colby.“
And the first time with her was just as he had known it would be. Hot, wild, frantic.
Perfect.
“You’re a screamer.“Diana raised her lashes halfway, aware of the hot sunlight filtering down through the trees
and the heavy weight of Colby’s leg as it lay across her bare thigh. “I did scream, didn’t I?“ she said, half-amused,
half-bemused.
Colby raised himself on one elbow and grinned down at her. “Louder than Chained Lady Falls.“
“Don’t exaggerate. And don’t look so damned pleased with yourself. Under certain circumstances, it could be
highly embarrassing.“
“It wouldn’t ever embarrass me.“
“Uh-huh. What if we’d been in a motel room or something?“
“What have you done in the past?“
“About the screaming?“ She frowned slightly. “It’s never been a problem.“
“You don’t spend a lot of time in motel rooms?“ he asked innocently.
“I’ve never screamed before,“ she said quite seriously. She was not altogether certain she liked remembering that
unmistakable evidence of sensual surrender. She was accustomed to being in control.
“Better get used to it,“ Colby advised. His eyes were brilliant with masculine satisfaction and anticipation. “You’re
going to be doing a lot of screaming in the near future.“
“lam?“
He stroked a hand across her breasts and then bent over her. “Yes,“ he said softly. “You are.“
“Colby?“
“Hmmm?“ His arm tightened around her shoulders as he emitted a huge yawn.
“It’s getting late. Won’t be long until the sun sets. Maybe we should start back.“
“We’ll wait a little while longer. I want to show you something.“
“The falls at sunset?“ Diana sat up and picked up her shirt. The heat of the day was fading rapidly. “You said
something about the water turning the color of blood. To be perfectly truthful, it doesn’t sound all that terrific.“
“You’ll see. Where’s that damned dog of yours?“ Colby sat up and reached for his jeans.
Diana’s glance got caught for a moment as she watched the smooth play of muscles under his skin. The strength in
him was captivating. She had responded to it with more passion than she’d ever experienced. Colby saw her lingering
look, and started to grin with lazy, come-hither sensuality. Diana quickly shifted her gaze to the woods, searching for
her dog.
“Specter? Here, boy. Where are you? Specter? Over here, boy.“
A soft, answering whine came from the trees. Diana smiled as the animal materialized from the woods. He appeared
decidedly reproving. “Look at him. He probably wonders if
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