“You think I can get you off like this before we pull up outside our building?” I ask, my voice rough.
She pulls back and looks at me through hooded eyes.
It’s all the answer I need.
Challenge accepted.
I tighten my grip on her hips to help her keep moving over me as I kiss and nip down her neck.
In only minutes, she’s trembling in my hold.
“That’s it, Freya. I want you to come for me. Then when we get in, I’m going to strip you naked, and I’m going to spend the rest of the night worshipping you.”
She moans loudly.
“You like the sound of that, huh? I’m going to kiss every inch of your body, and I’m going to make you come on my tongue again. I can still taste you from earlier. So fucking sweet, Freya. I want that on my tongue every damn day.”
Her grip on my shoulders tightens until I’m convinced she’s broken the skin.
“Come for me, Freya. Show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart.” Her body quakes, her pleas for more getting louder. “That’s it. Good girl.”
“Cole,” she moans as her release finally hits her.
Her eyes slam closed, and she bites on the inside of her lips as she rides out the waves of pleasure before collapsing on my chest.
“Beautiful,” I muse, smoothing down her hair and kissing the top of her head. “Can’t wait to get you inside, baby. Our night has only just started.
She lets out a noise that’s a mixture between a whimper and a giggle, and I take that as excited agreement.
I’d lost track of time, but only two minutes later, the limo pulls to a stop, and when I look out the window, I find that we’re home.
“Are your legs going to work, or will you need me to carry you again?”
54
FREYA
Despite Cole’s offer, I manage to get to my feet and walk on unsteady legs toward the entrance.
Cole isn’t far away, though. He’s got me pinned to his side, his arm wrapped around my waist, his fingers gripping my hip as if he thinks I could disappear at any moment.
There’s a different doorman on shift tonight. And while he’s friendly and welcomes us home, he’s not Melvin.
With Cole’s penthouse elevator still out of action, we climb into the one waiting for us, and in seconds, the doors are closing, shutting us off from the rest of the world.
Cole turns and steps into my body, giving me little choice but to back up and bump into the handrail.
He stares down at me with heated eyes, reminding me that he’s gotten me off twice and I haven’t so much as touched him.
I can only imagine how he’s feeling right now.
“Watching you come in the back of that limo was the second hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he tells me.
I frown, dejection threatening to take hold.
“Second?” I whisper, almost afraid to ask what might top me.
He smirks, and I instantly relax.
