She buried her fingers in my hair and held me to her. I nudged further inside her. Although the lube made it an easy glide, she was tight.
She dragged her lips along my jaw to my ear. “Give it to me, Cole. I want it all,” she whispered.
With a groan, I thrust all the way inside until my hips met hers. The way she tightened around me was heaven, and the urge to fuck her with everything I had was so strong I could barely grit out the word, “Okay?”
“Yes, oh my God.” She raked her fingernails down my back.
Restraint left me. I pushed up on my arms to get the leverage I needed to pull back and slam forward. I was close, so close. But I was also stubborn. I licked my thumb and set it on her clit. Fortunately, that was all it took to set off pulses inside her, and she cried out, high-pitched like the hawks we’d heard on the river.
The bed creaked as I thrust twice more. Finally, relief flooded me and I grunted as I came. She was still squeezing around me, and my orgasm seemed to go on forever. I never wanted it to stop. And I never wanted to stop touching this woman. Now I wished she’d close her eyes. I struggled to master my expression so she wouldn’t see too much.
When her flutters ended, I pulled out, kissed her forehead, and strode to the bathroom. After I’d disposed of the condom and washed my hands and face, I glared at myself in the mirror.Those aren’t feelings you’re developing. It’s hormones. Pull it together. You have to work with her next week.I set my mouth in a cocky smirk, or the best facsimile I could manage after the most explosive sex of my life and sauntered back out to the bedroom.
My smirk melted when I found her with the blanket pulled up to her chin.Adorable.
I lay down beside her and turned to face her. She held up the edge of the blanket, and I scooted closer so it covered us both.
“That was…” She bit her lip.
“Yeah,” I said. I couldn’t bring myself to say we shouldn’t do it again. It was true, but now wasn’t the time to have that conversation. Not with the uncertain furrow between her eyebrows. “Amazing.”
The line on her forehead smoothed out. “Mm-hmm.” She touched my cheek, then ran her finger down my neck to my chest, twirling a finger in my chest hair. “You spend time in the gym, huh?”
“Yeah.” I inhaled to puff out my chest under her touch. “I lift, I climb, and I run.”
“It shows.” Her fingers moved to my side, then to the line at my hip. “What are these called? I don’t see them often enough to remember.”
I tightened my belly. “Inguinal crease.”
“I like it.” She traced the line. “You look like art.”
“So do you.” I set my palm on her hip. Those tight skirts at the office that had teased me relentlessly hadn’t lied. Bridget’s body wasn’t muscular like mine, but it had strength that matched her personality. Her curves were slight, but they felt good under my palms.
“I have wrinkles.” She put her hands over her face. I reached up to pull her hands away and held them, scanning. I’d just taken a breath to tell her I liked everything I saw when she said, “And don’t tell me they’re lines of experience like my friend Savannah says.”
“They’re part of you.” I brought her knuckles to my lips and kissed them. “They’re beautiful too.”
She was silent for a few seconds. “You don’t need to use a line on meafteryou’ve had your dick inside me.”
I tightened my hold on her hands. “Sweetheart, it’s not a line. You’re stunning, inside and out. I learned that on this trip.”
“Jesus, why do you have to say things like that?” Her cheeks went pinker.
“Because it’s true. And you may think I’m unprincipled and ruthless, but I’m not a liar.”
Her eyes searched mine as if she could find the truth if she looked hard enough. “You keep calling me sweetheart.”
“Do you hate it?” I rubbed her knuckles with my thumbs.
“No. But it won’t fly in the office.” Her lips curved up. Almost immediately, her smile faltered. “In fact, none of this is going to work when we go back home.”
I should’ve been relieved she saw this the same way I did. I should’ve agreed, fed her a line about making the most of the weekend, flipped her over, and fucked her again.
But something irrational and primal within me had claimed her, and it won the battle for my mouth. “Sweetheart, we’ll be great together. We’ll be partners who understand each other and the burdens of the job. I won’t complain about you working too much because I’ll be working just as hard. We won’t make unreasonable demands of each other. It’ll be perfect.”Just like you.
She bit her lip again and stared off over my shoulder for a minute like she was imagining it too. Then she met my gaze. “Maybe if we weren’t competing for the same job. But that’s our reality, and this can’t be a part of it. This is over as soon as we get on the plane home.”
I set our clasped hands over the part of my chest that twinged. “Okay.” I kissed her forehead and tucked her head under my chin. “Let’s take a nap.”
