“Or more here?” His fingertips pressed against the inside of my knee.
Everything narrowed down to those five points of pressure on my skin. I desperately wanted him to trace them up the inside of my thigh to where I ached for his touch. But then he’d feel how wet he’d made me, and he’d obnoxiously declare some sort of victory and plant a flag to claim my pussy.
Which sounded pretty fucking amazing right now.
I bit my kiss-swollen lip and nodded.
Torturously, he dragged his fingertips up the inside of my thigh. Goose bumps rose like the audience in an arena when the headliner walks out. My skin was cheering and chanting—Cole, Cole, Cole—as his fingers disappeared under the edge of my robe.
I held my breath as he found my slippery upper thigh. His nostrils flared, and he rasped his chin against my breast. “Tell me to stop.”
Slowly, I shook my head.
His finger brushed my pussy lips, and he froze. A delighted smile curved his lips. “Oh, Bridget. If I’d known you were naked under your robe, I wouldn’t have bothered with snacks. I’d have experienced fine dining right here.” When he brushed me again, it was all I could do not to pin his hand between my legs to keep it where I needed it.
I summoned the breath to ask, “What’s stopping you?”
He teased me with another light thrum. “I’m reevaluating my options.”
“Your…options?” It was hard to speak when each unexpected skim of his fingertip sent a whole-body shudder through me.
“You see”—he grazed my bare skin, triggering a surge of wetness—“I had plans for your panties. I can tell from those tight skirts you wear that you’re a thong person.” He tracedthe edge of my lip, getting excruciatingly close to the spot that would send me off. “My evaluation of said thong was going to determine if I ripped it off or gently removed it, possibly with my teeth, and reappropriated it.”
“Re…reappropriated?” My brain had gone to static like my childhood home’s television after midnight.
“Seized, sweetheart. For future, personal use.”
My brain flickered. “You were going to steal my underwear?”
“Focus, Bridget,” he said sternly. “There are no underwear. Consequences will ensue.”
“Wh-what? You kidnapped me from my hotel room before I could get dressed.” The last word was a squeak as his finger invaded me, sliding easily into my wetness.
“Remember.” He kissed my breast. “You’re in control.”
“Then rub my clit.”
“You sure you’re ready for that?” He slid his finger out, then in, making a sucking sound, but I didn’t care. Between the abrasion of his stubble on my breast and his teasing finger, I was on the edge.
“I want it.” His finger moved faster. Pleasure spiraled through me. “Please, Cole.”
There was that satisfied smirk again. He dipped his head lower, scraping his chin over my nipple. “Since you asked so nicely…”
Hebitmy nipple. I yelped in outrage. Then I couldn’t speak because his touch landed where I needed it, pressing firmly, inexorably. Faster than I thought possible, I exploded.
20
LIKE ANY OTHER COUPLE
Favorite part of your day when you’re not at work?
Bridget:I wake up early, and I spend at least five minutes outside. I know I’m basic, but I love to watch the sunrise.
Cole:I have a great lotion that I like to massage into my hands at night. Climbing is rough on my fingers, okay?
COLE
Bridget’s eyes were closed, and her breathing was ragged as I eased my fingers out of her and rearranged the robe to cover her. Her “Please, Cole” still echoed in my ears. I’d finally gotten her to beg, even if I’d had to plead with her first. It had been one hundred percent worth it to see her sprawled, wrecked, across the sofa.
