“…And that might all be true.But honestly, at this point, after everything we’ve been through, I’m fairly certain all I really want is a good, long, hard, fuck.And it kind of feels like you want the same thing.Is that so wrong?”
Nope.Not at all.But some distant, still functioning synapse in his brain felt compelled to point out, “Still probably not a good idea, though.”
And he couldn’t help but notice her hand?Still on his dick.So, it’d been a miracle he’d even been able to say that much.
She bit her lip.“Seems like the best idea I’ve had in alongtime.”
There were probably other arguments he could make.He was sure there were plenty of reasons why they shouldn’t add sex to the mix of crazy they currently had going on.But…
“One night,” he growled.“One night to take the edge off.Then it’s back to business as usual.Deal?”
The quickness with which she nodded her agreement was great for his ego.But that and all other rational thoughts fled when she leaned up and kissed the crap out of him.
Cole kept kissing her as he deadlifted her off the floor (which, she’d admit, was an impressive show of strength), grabbed the remote by the television, and hit a button to disable the cameras in the entire house, not just the living room.
That was good.Very smart.The odds of that footage ever getting out and someone selling a sex tape of her and Cole were slim, but notzero.Just ask Pamela Anderson.
She assumed he’d take her upstairs to bed after that.But he didn’t.Hadley let out a shocked little gasp when he tossed her back down on the mat, his mouth still on hers, his tongue doing absolutelydiabolicalthings to hers.
She broke their kiss just long enough to ask, “Don’t you want to go upstairs?”
“No time,” he muttered, divesting her of her sweatpants—whoa, there went her underwear with them—and top with an efficiency that stole her breath.
She appreciated his urgency.After all, it felt like they’d been dancing around this moment for eons.And he tastedsogood.She finally understood what her favorite romance novels meant when they said the hero tasted like pent-up lust and the promise of multiple screaming orgasms.
When she was completely naked, spread out under him like a buffet, he pulled back, breathing ragged, and glanced down the length of her body.“Fuck,” he whispered on a guttural groan.“You’re so damned beautiful.”
The reverence in his tone would’ve brought tears to her eyes if she hadn’t been turned on to the point of pain.But she was, so it didn’t.
She wanted to tell him he was beautiful, too.Even opened her mouth to say so.But the only sound that came out was an inarticulate “unf” when he dipped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.Then he shifted his attention to her other breast while lifting his eyes back to hers.
There was roughly three seconds of intense eye contact before he did some kind of crazy martial arts maneuver on her—one he hadnottaught her yet—that ended with him flat on his back on the mat and her straddling his face, facing his feet.
OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod…
Hadley didn’t normally get embarrassed during sex.But she wassowet!What if he drowned down there?That would be mortifying!And she couldn’t possibly look her best from this angle.
He grabbed her hips when she threatened to move off him.“Donotmove.”
He’d never been that stern with her.It probably shouldn’t turn her on even more.But it did.
She stilled, her pussy meremillimetersabove his mouth.
“Jesus,” he said on a groan.“If this view doesn’t kill me, nothing will.”
She couldn’t have responded to that if she wanted to.Words?What were words?Not a single one popped into her head as she stared down at him and saw his perfect, full, soft lips close over her clit.
Her heart pounded a staccato tattoo on her ribcage.Her legs started to tremble as he flicked his tongue over her clit again and again.Noises she’d never made in her life fell from her lips.She could only hope the neighbors didn’t call the cops and report that Cole was killing her.
He was, too.Killing her, that is.Ruining her for all other men because she’d never had one find her clit without instructions.Some failed the task evenwithdetailed directions.
Tomorrow, she’d probably be embarrassed about how easily he was managing to make her lose her mind.But not now.She was too busy feeling to think about anything that didn’t involveoh-God-yes-right-there-harder-faster-more.
“Quit trying to hold your weight off me,” he growled.“Sit the fuck down.”
Well, now that he mentioned it, her thighsweregetting kind of tired.And he’d offered and all, so…
She sat the fuck down.
