One Special Moment - Brenda Jackson [70]
Colby lifted her gaze to his, arching an eyebrow. “Who came to see you?”
He shrugged. “Angeline Chenault.”
For a moment, she looked like she couldn’t place the name, then she gave him a surprised look. “Your mother came to see you?”
He nodded before lifting the glass of wine to his lips. “Yes.”
Colby stared at him, wondering if he was going to tell her any more than that. When moments passed and he didn’t say anything else, she asked bluntly, “What did she want?”
He met her gaze. “My forgiveness.” He took another sip of wine before telling her the entire story of his mother’s visit and everything that was said.
“Colby,” he said raggedly after he had finished, “I don’t know if I can forgive her for what she did to me, and most importantly, for what she did to Chandler. He loved her until the day he died.”
A part of Colby was touched that he had shared this with her. It was something personal, and she knew he was not one to openly share himself with too many people. She reached out and took his hand in hers. “You can’t hold it against her for how Chandler felt about her, Sterling. It was his choice to continue to love her. But as to what she did to you, how you handle this is up to you. Forgiving someone isn’t really the hard part. Forgetting what they did is. But you have to be able to do both. Forgive and forget.”
He felt her fingers tighten around his. Her words and her touch were what he needed. But there was something else he needed and wanted even more. He needed to lose himself in her.
He closed his fingers urgently around hers. “Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here.”
He signaled the waiter for their check.
The trees outside the window stirred gently in the breeze and a fine mist of rain suddenly blanketed the island. None of these elements of nature were noticed by the man who eased the woman down on the bed, letting her naked body absorb the coolness of the sheets beneath her.
“Colby,” Sterling whispered her name softly in the darkened room as he moved over her. He kissed her the moment he entered the depths of her, joining their bodies as one. This is what he wanted, this is what he needed, being one with her, moving deeper and deeper into her, and with the rhythmic movements of their bodies being so much a part of her.
She had the ability to reach him on a level no other woman could and in a way no other woman would. When the heated waves of passionate desire tore through him, he thrust deeper, wanting to touch the very core of her being and wanting her to feel the very core of his. He wanted to forget about all the upheaval in his life and just concentrate on making love to her.
Her soft moans became music to his ears, and the movements of her body beneath his continued to drive him over the edge. He was always amazed by the degree of her passion. He lifted his head, their eyes met, and he thought he saw something flicker in their dark depths moments before the force of their shattering release shook them both.
Long moments later when she lay in his arms asleep, he reached out and brushed a tangle of hair back from her forehead. A silent question formed in his mind.
When the time came, how on earth was he going to let her go?
Chapter 18
“Don’t give me that look.”
Colby smiled innocently at the man sitting across from her. They were in his private jet as it flew them high across the Atlantic Ocean, returning them from Barbados. “What look?” she asked.
Sterling grinned. “You know what look.” He studied her, something he’d done a lot for the past seven days, and had reached the conclusion there was nothing about her that didn’t turn him on.
“Looks are usually deceiving,” Colby replied, widening her smile. “But in this case, you’re right. I am giving you that look. So what are you going to do about it?” she asked seductively.
Sterling couldn’t help but grin again. “Obviously you think there’s nothing I can do about it. Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m a person who believes that the sky’s the limit.”
Colby’s eyes gleamed with laugher with Sterling’s