“I can't put this in a box, Harper. All I know is I'm not interested in anyone else, and I don't want you to be either. Can we start there? Keep it private, take it slow, and see what develops?” he says in a ravaged tone.
It sounds terrifyingly simple. “And at work?”
“Professional. Completely professional.” His eyes meet mine. “But here? You're mine, Harper. And I'm yours.”
The possessiveness in his voice should scare me. Instead, it sends heat spiraling through me. “Okay,” I say.
“Okay?” He smiles, transforming his entire face. I can’t believe that this hot, intense, complicated man is mine. For now. “Now come here. You’re too far.”
I stand up from the chair and, with unsteady legs, I cross the small space between us. Cole reaches for me the moment I'm within arm's length, pulling me down onto his lap.
I straddle him, the material of his shorts a thin barrier between my core and the thick ridge of his cock. Cupping his face, I align my mouth against his and slip my tongue in.
Cole groans against my mouth, a raw, hungry sound that vibrates straight through me. His hands drop from my waist to my hips, his fingers pressing into my skin as he grinds me down against his length. A sharp, desperate moan tears out of my throat at the friction.
Breaking the kiss, he fists his hands in the hem of my nightshirt. In one swift motion, he pulls it up and over my head, tossing it aside. The cool air hits my skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as it rakes over my bare breasts.
One arm bands around my back, holding me close, as he dips his head and takes a nipple into his mouth.
I cry out, my head falling back as a bolt of pure pleasure arcs from my nipple through my body, heat pooling low in my belly.His tongue is hot and wet, licking and sucking until I’m writhing on his lap, my fingers tangled in his hair.
He switches to my other breast, giving it the same attention, his teeth grazing lightly, making me whimper with need. We’re a tangle of desperate movements and ragged breaths, and the world beyond his lap, beyond this room, ceases to exist.
But it’s not enough. I want more. I want all of him.
I push myself off his lap and stand on trembling legs before him. I suppress a shiver as his steel blue eyes rake over me. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my sleep shorts and panties and push them down my legs, kicking them aside.
Then I do the same to him, pushing his shorts and boxer briefs down until he can kick them free. He’s magnificent, fully aroused, and all for me.
Instead of facing him, I turn around, presenting him with my back.
He lets out a sharp intake of breath. “Jesus, Harper. This view is going to kill me. So fucking perfect. I'm going to remember you like this every time I close my eyes.”
Laughing softly, I lower myself slowly, guiding myself onto him, sinking down onto his length with a gasp as he fills me completely.
His hands immediately find my waist. “Fuck, Harper,” he grunts, his voice strained. “You feel so goddamn perfect.”
I begin to move, rocking back and forth, setting a slow, deep rhythm. His hands slide up from my waist to my breasts. He palms them, his thumbs circling my nipples until I’m moaning, hit by sensations from all angles.
“That’s it, baby,” Cole murmurs in my ear. “Ride my cock. Make yourself feel good.”
His dirty talk sends sparks of electricity straight to my core. I move faster, my own hands using his thighs as leverage, pushing down to meet his upward thrusts.
“I can feel you getting tighter. You going to come for me?” he growls, his breath coming in ragged pants.
“Yes,” I gasp, the orgasm tantalizingly close.
His grip on my hips tightens. “I’ve got you.”
He takes over then, lifting me up and slamming me back down onto him, setting a punishing, perfect rhythm.
The orgasm crashes through me, and I scream his name as my body convulses and my vision blurs.
Cole moves me up and down fast as he jackhammers towards his release. “Fuck, yes,” he growls, his voice a raw, shattered rasp against my neck.
For a long moment, we don’t move, slumped together in a sweaty, sated heap. The reality of what we just did slowly filters through my haze of pleasure.
“Cole,” I say, my voice shaky. “We didn’t use protection.” I’ve never done that before, but I’m not as frightened as I should be. I don’t imagine that Cole is the kind of person who is careless about his safety.
