She bites back a grin as though she doesn’t want to let herself feel. However, her hands keep moving, working against my jeans, cupping my balls, drawing her thumb over the tip of my cock.
Fuck.
“It’s been so long since I’ve been with a man like this.” Her gaze meets mine, and for a second, I feel the vulnerability in her shallow breaths.
“We can slow down. I know I’m getting ahead of myself. I just—”
“No!” She shakes her head and pulls me closer, our bodies pressing against one another in the dim light of the bookstore. “Whatever you do, don’t slow down.”
I lean her back on the ladder that slides back and forth against the shelves, dig my hand into her jeans, and palm over her soft little pussy.
“You’re soaked,” I growl against her neck. “Do you like this?”
She moans softly in my ear as I draw slow circles around her swollen clit, staring into her green eyes.
What the fuck am I doing? I’m getting attached. The whole fucking point is not to get attached.
She moans against my lips, and my cock grows harder, poking against her stomach.
“You like this, don’t you?” I groan against her larynx, my teeth scraping gently. “You’re so wet for me.”
A tiny release of air expels from her lips as she rests her forehead against my shoulder, her small hand gripping at my cock in my pants.
I cup her tit, trying to be satisfied with the way she feels over the fabric, but it’s not enough. I need to feel her hard nipple against my tongue. I need to pluck and twist them as she comes all over my hand.I need to hear her beg.
Pulling up her shirt, I push the lacy little bra she wears to the side and lean in, scraping my teeth against her nipple as she shivers against my chest.
“Oh God.”
“Forgive me your majesty, but I need to feel those thighs shake. Can you do that for me? Can you soak my hand?”
She whimpers against my chest, the first sign of submission this woman has ever shown, I’m sure, which only makes me want her more.
“Right there, Cole.” She bears down on my hand and squeezes her channel tight around my fingers as I pulse into her in a come-hither motion.
She’s greedy, desperate, hungry, and I love every second of it. I love it, and all at once, I realize I don’t want it to end. Not this moment, not the sarcastic remarks, not the guarded eye rolls, not the earned moments of intimacy. I want her now and for as long as I can get.
Her head tilts back against the ladder as it wobbles back and forth, her hair spilling down over my hand as I hold her in place. I lean in, burying my feelings against her breast, desperate to subdue whatever bullshit is bubbling up with the sensation of her hard nipple against my tongue, but nothing is taking the emotion away.
I want her. I want her for good.
Fuck!
She strokes my cock harder, a soft whimper in her throat as I growl like a wild animal against her chest, thrusting harder and deeper inside of her.
“I’m gonna come, Cole. Don’t stop.” Her words come in a series of pants that drive my cock even harder.
“Good girl. Right there. Come for me.” My words are loud and rough as she wiggles and convulses against my touch.
It’s then that I hear the jingle above the store door, and I see a man step inside.This is what I get! I knew I should’ve slowed down!
Chapter Seven
Tess
My body is still trembling, my thighs are soaking wet, and I’m pretty sure my face is the darkest shade of red that red can get. That said, if Cole wanted to keep touching me, I’d gladly put on a show for everyone. At least that’s what the near orgasm hormones are telling me right now.
“Sorry to, ugh—” The man at the door wears a worn Carhartt jacket, a pair of Red Wing boots, and a look that says he’s eternally embarrassed. “My sister called and said you two were trapped here with no heat. I thought I’d do a sweep through town on my way up the mountain.”
