“You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Dropping my hands to her body, I hold her arms out from her sides and take her in. “And I promise you, you look like a knockout. Every other man tonight is going to wish you’re going home with them. But do you know what?”
She shakes her head.
“You’re not because you’re coming home with me.”
The smile that emerges almost knocks me on my ass.
Before I know what I’m doing, I have my hand wrapped around the back of her neck, and I’m tugging her lips to mine.
If she’s worried about her makeup, she doesn’t show it as I drag my tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entry. She opens for me, and I lose my mind.
With one hand on her neck and my arm banded around her waist, I back her up against the counter.
“Cole,” she gasps as I grip her thighs and lift her so she’s sitting on the edge, her legs wrapped around my waist.
My hands are everywhere as our kiss turns wild. We’re all tongues and teeth, no finesse at all, as we remember each other’s taste, the way our bodies feel.
My cock aches in my pants, precum leaking from the tip. Tonight is going to be fucking torture. I’m gonna have to take the edge off before we leave. I’m never gonna last otherwise.
Freya’s nails claw at my shoulders as my hand slides up her thighs, taking her short dress with me until I find her waist.
“I need you,” I groan into our kiss.
Sliding her forward a little, I press myself against her, grinding my hardness against her core.
She whimpers, her head falling back and breaking our kiss.
“Yes,” she gasps as she rests back on her palms, offering herself up for me.
My lips drop to her throat, kissing, licking, and nipping her soft, sweet skin as I continue grinding against her.
She moans, her chest heaving as she fights to catch her breath.
“Freya, fuck,” I groan, dragging my lips across her collarbone.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I look up, needing her eyes for the question I’m dying to ask.
“Do you want to come, Whirlwind?”
She’s already flushed, but I don’t miss how her cheeks redden even more at my question.
“Just say the word, and it’s yours.”
She glances behind me, and I know she’s worried about the time. We’re meeting the guys for dinner before heading to the club.
“Everything else can wait if you need something.” I grip her chin and bring her attention back to me. “Do you want me to make you come, Freya?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and nods. The movement is so slight that if I weren’t so focused on her, I might miss it.
“Goddamn, I can’t get enough of you.” I groan, sucking on the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear.
“Cole,” she cries.
“Can I taste you?” I rasp quietly in her ear.
She gasps, understanding exactly what I’m asking.
