Tempt Me - By Shiloh Walker Page 0,28

laid her hands on his chest. Then she pressed a kiss to his chin. “Today is Friday.” She closed her eyes, struggling to slow her breathing. “Tomorrow is Saturday. We should have our first date then. No sex. I don’t do sex on the first date. Sunday—you can pick me up Sunday and we’ll have our second date. You can do gentle and slow and seduce the hell out of me on Sunday. Right now...I just need you.”

Her eyes opened and she stared at him. “I just need you,” she said again.

He was shaking, he thought. Shaking, terrified. This was happening too fast, because he needed her, too. “Sunday, then. And Saturday.”

But first...now. He nudged her back onto the bed, easing her down until she lay on her back and he could strip her jeans and panties away—and her boots. Damn it, he hadn’t even gotten around to getting her damn boots off.

They fell to the floor with a thud and he finished fighting with the tangle of denim and lace, tossing it to the floor. When he straightened over her, his breath caught once more as he stared at her. She had on black stockings that went up just over her knee and stopped. Laying a hand on her calf, he stroked upward until he reached the top band. Rubbing his thumb along it, he shifted his gaze upward and muttered, “You’re a damn witch, I think. “

“I went a little overboard tonight, I’ll admit.”Rocki chuckled. She lay a hand on her belly and smiled at him. “You’re overdressed, baby.”

“Not for long.” He dealt with his own clothes, had them off in under a minute and then he stretched out next to her, all but ready to whimper in pleasure at the softness and warmth of her body. He covered her hip with his hand, kneading the ripe curve of her ass.

She arched against him, a move that had the weight of her breasts pressing against his chest. Groaning, he shifted on the bed and lifted up, catching one breast in his hand and flicking the nipple with his thumb, watching as it beaded, puckered and swelled. “Damn it, you’re gorgeous,” he rasped. He dipped his head and caught her swollen nipple in his mouth, sucking it with light pressure and watching her from under his lashes. She pressed against the back of his head as he increased the pressure and saw the flush spreading across the swells of her breasts, higher along her throat.

At the same time, he slid his hand down, cupping her between her thighs. Rocki cried out, spreading her legs and rocking against his hand. There was no shyness, no hesitancy. When he pushed a finger inside her slick, hot sex, she was already wet.

Nothing quite replaced the touch of a man’s hands.

It was a fact Rocki had come to accept over the years.

But she hadn’t exactly been prepared for the way she’d react to Cole’s hands. As he pushed first one finger inside her aching sex, and then a second, she could already feel it building inside her—the driving, burning hunger...the need to come.

Her breath lodged inside her lungs. Pleas were caught inside. If she could have found the oxygen to beg, she would have. Instead, she caught his head and forced his mouth to hers, trying to tell him that way.

And he heard.

With a rough kiss, a twist of his wrist, and the flick of his thumb over her clitoris, he sent her flying—and although she still couldn’t breathe, she didn’t care.

The bliss of it exploded through her...wave after endless wave, and that was all that mattered. Until he started touching her, and it started all over again.

Dimly, she heard something tear—the condom wrapper. Felt his weight on her. Opening her eyes, she smiled up at him and curled her arms around his neck.

Then he was kissing her again...and she loved every second of it as he spread her thighs wide, loved every second of it as she felt the broad head of his cock nudging against the mouth of her pussy, loved it as he started to push inside.

“So fucking tight,” he muttered against her mouth. “Damn it, Rocki, you’re killing me...”

She shuddered as he pushed deeper, deeper. Then he withdrew and she gasped for air. As he surged forward again, the air dwindled out of her lungs. Although the pleasure was still there, there was a whisper of pain as well. She gripped his arms, her nails biting into his skin.