“Last chance.” I punctuate each word because it’s important. We’ve never gotten close to this line, and I sure as hell don’t know what crossing it will mean for us.
But I want to find out.
“Stop being such a tease and fuck me,” she barks, her hands diving into my hair as her lips slam against mine. She’s rough—almost violent—like she’s marking me. The thought is so damn hot, my body reacting to Cora’s feral kind of possession as she nips at the tendon in my throat.
“God dammit, Firecracker.”
“I hate when you call me that.” She pulls back to look at me, her face flushed and her lips swollen and delicious.
“I know; that’s why I do it,” I admit as her back hits the cool, painted brick wall.
“I hate you,” she hisses before taking my mouth in another bruising kiss.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom.”
“How do you not have a condom?”
“Garage isn’t my usual hookup spot.”
“You have a usual hookup spot?” Her eyes blaze with anger, and it’s such a fucking turn-on seeing her jealous like this.
“No.”
“Don’t lie to me,” she snaps, and I want to tell her she’s the only fucking woman that’s had my attention since she moved back to Magnolia Point, but I can’t because she’ll be outta here faster than the crab-leg special sells out at every restaurant in town.
“I’ve been busy,” I say instead, my jaw tight as I stare at her.
“Pull out.” Her teeth nip at the underside of my jaw as my hands find their way under her dress to knead the round globes of her ass.
“Cora.”
“Don’t read into it, Talon.” Her voice is a plea. “I’m safe and if you are then please just give this to me. Just this once.”
“I love hearin’ you beg.” The declaration is a roar that echoes around the bay, my one hand leaving her ass to flip up the hem of her dress. Light pink lace covers the pussy I’ve been dying to taste since I discovered what eating pussy was.
But later.
Because there’s no way this is a one-time thing. I’ve waited too long for Cora to just fuck me and forget me.
Not a chance.
Adrenaline pounding in my ears, my fingers grip the fabric and I pull, her gasp of indignation mingling with the sounds of the material ripping as I tear it from her body.
“I liked those,” she growls before whimpering as my thumb finds her clit.
“I like your bare pussy better.”
“You’re such a fucking barbarian.”
“And you love that about me.” I slip a finger inside her and curse at how tight she is. Leaning closer, I lick up the column of her throat, sucking her earlobe into my mouth as her head falls back against the wall.
“I don’t have to love anything about you to want your cock inside me.”
My lips curve up against her skin as I insert another finger, her body arching into me as I pump them in and out of her.
“How bad do you want me, Cora?” My fingers work her faster, her legs tightening around me as her orgasm builds. “I bet you’ve been dreaming of this.” The words are a tease and an accusation, but this is better than anything I imagined—because I sure as hell had dreamed of it. “How many times will you come for me?”
Crooking my fingers inside her, I watch as she comes apart, her face absolutely stunning as her release washes over her.
