“Watch me,” he said. “Watch as I devour this pretty pussy.”
I lifted my head. The lines of concentration on his forehead were definitely hot. One hand anchored my hip while the other wedged between my legs. He thrust a finger inside me while he trailed his tongue up to my clit. With a few passes of his tongue, I was lifting off, my knees trembling around his shoulders.
“Give it to me, sweetheart,” he demanded.
A hint of irritation tweaked my pleasure. Goddamn Cole Campion couldn’t let me be in charge of even one orgasm. He had to be commanding me all the damn?—
He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I forgot everything except his name. I chanted it with each wave of ecstasy that pulsed through me. My hips bucked, and I felt a pinch and a snap. But I didn’t care. He kept his mouth on me, urging my orgasm on and on until I ached from the contractions. My elbows wobbled, and I sank onto my back. “Enough.”
He gave me one last swipe with his tongue and lifted his head. “I hope these weren’t your favorite.”
“What?” I opened my eyes.
“I promise it wasn’t intentional.” He held up the ruined strap of my thong. “She gave her all for the protection of this precious pussy.”
“You owe me a new thong, you vandal.” I couldn’t muster up any anger, not with the pleasure still filling my veins and his chin shiny and wet with me. “Help me get down from here.”
He gripped my hand again and helped me up, then he grasped my waist and lifted me from the island. My ravaged panties dropped to the floor, and he bent to pick them up, then pocketed them.
“You can toss them,” I said. “They’re no good to me anymore.”
“Sure.” But he didn’t move toward the trash.
“Weirdo. Come with me.” I led the way into his living room. I’d wipe the smirk from his face and take back that moment when he’d pushed me away.
33
WHO’S IN CHARGE?
Something you’re still figuring out?
Cole:How to be a good dad.
Bridget:Aw. Just saying that means you’re already a good dad. I’m trying to balance work and personal life.
Cole:What’s that?
Bridget:Right?
COLE
In the living room, I flicked on the gas fireplace. My sofa wasn’t the most comfortable spot for sex, but I’d put up with the hard cushions to watch her ride my dick with the firelight gilding her perfect skin. “I’ll get a condom,” I said.
She stood with her back to the fireplace. She was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen, with her dark hair highlighted in red and gold. “No need.”
“What?” My soul left my body for a second while I imagined thrusting into her pussy bare.
“I’m going to suck you off.”
“No. I want?—”
Scowling, she put her hands on her hips. “Who’s in charge?”
My belly tingled. “You are.”
“So unless you’re telling me no, you don’t want a blowjob, you’re going to take off your pants.”
No one in his right mind would say no, so I sat on the hard sofa and pulled off my shoes and socks. Then I stood and unbuckled my belt. Slowly, both to feel control over my body and to enjoy the weight of her gaze on me, I tugged off my sweater. I took my time with the buttons on my shirt, even the ones at the cuffs. I shrugged out of it and tossed it onto the sofa. Finally, I dropped my trousers and shorts and stepped out of them. I stood straight, knowing that the time I spent in the gym had honed my muscles to an almost sculptural quality.
