I had a split second to tighten my grip before he lifted me again, this time settling my knees on either side of his neck.
“Tell me if I do something you don’t like.” He set his hands on my ass, pulled me forward, then licked my pussy.
Shockwaves of pleasure radiated through my body as he held me to his face and explored me with his tongue. I clenched the headboard, my knuckles going white. He was thorough as he licked around my lips, then between them. I gasped when he speared his tongue inside.
“Still okay?” he paused to ask.
My voice was high and strained when I said, “Better than okay. Much,muchbetter.”
He returned to his work, and I watched his face. A line of concentration formed between his eyebrows as he focused on me, sucking and licking and kissing. He delved inside again, and I arched my back in pleasure. Honestly, between the orgasm on the sofa and twenty-two minutes of watching angsty young David Boreanaz, I was close. With a little pressure on my clit, I could get all the way there. With one hand on the headboard for balance, I found my clit with the other.
“Hands off,” he growled.
“What?” I barely kept myself from whining when he pulled his tongue out of me. I rubbed my clit harder. I was so close.
Gripping my wrist, he pulled my hand away and pinned it behind my back. “Later, I’ll watch you while you make yourself come. Now, it’s my turn.”
My outraged snort turned into a choked moan as he thrust his finger inside me, then used it to tug me closer to his face. He put his lips at the top of my pussy, then sucked my clit into his mouth. I had no time to cry out when the orgasm knocked the breath out of me.
Relentlessly, he sucked and nibbled at my clit and vibrated his finger inside me as I clenched around him. I curled over, desperately clutching the headboard. My orgasm surged through me in waves until I couldn’t bear it. “Stop,” I groaned.
He released my wrist and pulled his mouth away. Finally, he slipped out his finger. “You okay?”
“Yeah, just…” My staticky brain couldn’t come up with words.
Thankfully, he didn’t seem to need them. “Both hands on the pillow.”
I lowered my palms to bracket his head, and he lifted me by the hips, scooting me down his body. When I straddled his hips, he arranged my arms on either side of his chest and pulled me down so I was draped over him like melting butter. I listened to the thudding of his heart.
“That’s two,” he said.
22
I’M UNPRINCIPLED AND RUTHLESS
Ideal date?
Bridget:Here we go again…
Cole:I’d pick her up, and we’d go for a drink at the wine bar next door to my favorite bistro, then dinner. Don’t mess with success.
Bridget:I love an all-day date. We’d drive up the coast a little way and stroll along the beach. We’d drink margaritas and eat fish tacos from the diviest beach bar we could find. Then we’d come back and snuggle on my sofa. Too bad I don’t have time to do that anymore.
COLE
As if it required great effort, Bridget slowly lifted her head. Her pupils were huge, and her eyelids drooped. “I don’t know that I have another one in me. Give me a minute, and I’ll go down on you.”
I kissed her glistening forehead. “Of course you can have another orgasm. Maybe two or three.” My mind spun with possibilities. “You’re the most energetic adult I know.”
Her groan played right into my fantasies. “I don’t feel energetic.”
“It’s okay. I’ll do all the work.” Gently, I rolled to the side and arranged her on her back. I sat up and tugged off my shirt. Then I stood, hissing as I eased the zipper over my throbbing dick. I dropped my jeans and underwear to the floor. “Let me know if you’re too tir?—”
When I glanced up, she was staring, open-mouthed, at my erection. She licked her lips. “That’s pretty impressive, Mr. Campion. I think I’m recovered.”
I couldn’t help the smile that lifted one corner of my mouth. “Stop me if I?—”
“Yeah, yeah, if you do something I don’t like. Come here.”
