Love Discovered in New York (The Washington Triplets) by Danielle Allen Page B

hear you talking,” he said with a chuckle. “Sorry I’m a little late. I had a few last minute things to take care of at the shop.” Pulling me in close, he dropped his voice and continued. “Do you know how hard it is to focus on paperwork in the new office when I can’t think about anything but you spread out over my desk?”
    My body came alive with those words and I moaned softly. He trailed kisses from my ear to my mouth before kissing me with raw, unabashed passion that made my heart skip a beat. His words coupled with that kiss caused a shiver to course through me. Vivid memories of the way he consistently handled my body caused my panties to dampen. Feeling how hard he was as my body pressed against his only amplified my desire. It was taking every ounce of strength I had within me to not climb him right there in the pool hall.
    Colton pulled away slowly and a whimpering noise escaped me. I let my eyes flutter open to find his beautiful, brown eyes gazing at me. My heart was beating wildly and the pull I felt toward him was overwhelming my senses.
    Each day I spent with Colton, I felt an even stronger attraction to him. I told myself it was because the sex was so good. And although I was addicted to his body and the way he handled mine, I quickly realized that the way he made me feel when we had sex was just as good as the way he made me feel during general conversations.
    And that’s exactly why I need to walk away. It’s too risky, I thought, feeling my skin heat under his gaze. But the thought of walking away…
    I let my thought trail off, turning away from him quickly. “We should head over to Kelsey and Phil.”
    With his hand on the small of my back, we walked to the back corner of the pool hall.
    After introductions were made, we played a couple of games of pool in between keeping up with a baseball game that was on the television mounted on the wall closest to us.
    “My dad told me to tell you hello,” Phil mentioned to Kelsey as he sat down on a beat-up leather loveseat.
    “My dad told me to tell you his shotgun is ready,” Kelsey joked, sitting next to him.
    My dad basically told me he’d rather mourn the passing of his wife, my mother, by proposing to his mistress so…yeah, there’s that, I thought irritably, turning away from them.
    Colton pulled me a few feet away from our table and into his hard body, whispering, “Do you trust me?”
    Without thinking, I answered honestly. “Yes.”
    Something flashed in his eyes and I realized what I had said.
    I started stammering to correct myself when he sandwiched my face between his hands, silencing my struggle to backpedal.
    “Do you trust me?” He repeated with his face inches from mine. He was so close and my eyes quickly zeroed in on his lips.
    I couldn’t open my mouth to speak so I just nodded.
    “Well then you have to tell me.”
    “What?” I whispered back in confusion as I dropped my head against his chest.
    I inhaled deeply. Why does he smell this good? I wondered dizzily, completely distracted from my earlier thoughts.
    He drew back a little so we could make eye contact again, but he had his arms securely tightened around my waist. “What’s the deal with your dad?”
    I stiffened in his arms and averted my eyes. “What are you talking about?”
    “You’ve mentioned your sisters and your parents. But you don’t ever talk about them, not really. And you’ve never even mentioned your father outside of the general acknowledgement that you were born of two parents. But every time I’ve mentioned my father or just now when Kelsey and Phil mentioned their fathers, a look crosses your face.”
    “I don’t get a look,” I protested, attempting to squirm out of his arms. I pushed against his broad shoulders and he just held me tighter.
    “You get a look,” he confirmed and then he waited.
    I continued to try to push away from him, but he didn’t relent. I glared at him silently and he just held me and stared at me with a