Tempt Me - By Shiloh Walker Page 0,29

It had been a long time—a very long time—

He pulled out. She opened her mouth, trying to think, to get her brain and mouth to cooperate. But before she could manage that, he drove in. A harsh, high scream escaped her as he buried himself completely inside her. The pain and pleasure mingled, becoming one. In stunned shock, she stared up at him.

The sound of her scream managed to penetrate the fog of lust, the burn of need. Shaking his head to clear it, Cole braced his arms by her head and stared at Rocki.

Tears glittered in her eyes.

Fuck—

Oh, fuck. He’d hurt her.

“Rocki...”

She gripped his arms. “I...” She licked her lips. “Just give me a minute,” she whispered hoarsely. “It’s been a long time. Give me...”

“Fuck.” He knew it had been a while—and he’d slammed into her like a fucking freight train. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop...I’ll...”

“No.” She brought up her legs, using her knees to squeeze his hips. “You’re not stopping. Just give me a minute.”

“Rocki...”

Her lips curved in a smile as she curled one hand around his neck, tugging him close. “A minute doesn’t mean stop, baby.” Kissing him softly, she rocked against him and whispered, “And you’re not listening to me. I don’t want you stopping. I want you moving. Move already.”

Guilt was choking him. He’d hurt her. Fuck, he’d never hurt a woman in his life, and he’d hurt her. With a hand that shook, he brushed her hair back from her face. “I’m sorry.”

Rocki closed her fingers around his wrist, staring at him. “You’ll be even sorrier if you don’t move already...I’m dying here.” She wiggled under him and then—oh, shit, she tightened her inner muscles, milking him.

Sweat trickled down his spine and he shuddered. Sagging against her, he pressed his lips to hers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

Hell, he hoped not. Lifting his head just a fraction, he stared into her eyes, watching her face as he pulled out. That taunting, teasing smile of hers faded, replaced by a moan when he surged back against her, slower this time. Gentle. And all the while, he watched her.

He could do it forever, he suspected. Forever might not even be long enough. He didn’t even care how insane it sounded, because this woman made him feel complete.

Like a slick, wet, glove, her sex wrapped around him. Like she’d been created from his midnight fantasy, she responded to his every touch, his every move. And when he felt it rising inside her, that building, burgeoning tension, he lifted up onto his elbows, determined to watch her, determined to see her face as she came.

It was still dark when Rocki woke.

Her body ached—every damn inch. It had her smiling, even as she stretched and winced. Slipping out of the bed, she all but ran to the bathroom. There was nothing worse than having to pee at the crack of dawn. Getting out of a nice, warm bed to freeze your butt and everything else off?

Although she didn’t mind so much waking up a little early. Maybe even a lot early.

After she’d washed her hands, she splashed water on her face, and since she hadn’t exactly planned on spending the night, she used her finger to brush her teeth the best she could. It wasn’t ideal, but then again, neither was morning breath. If she’d had any inkling this would happen, she would have tossed some of those little on-the-go toothbrush thingies in her purse.

That done, she turned off the light before she opened the door. If at all possible, Rocki wanted him asleep when she joined him in the bed. There was nothing like waking a man up in a particular way ...

The bed was warm, the sheets smelling of them both. It was a scent she decided she liked. A lot. As she snuggled in closer, a grin curved her lips when his arm came around her, an automatic gesture that had her heart melting. She peered at him in the darkness, straining to see his face. His eyes were closed, breathing still soft and easy.

Catching her lip between her teeth, she eased down under the blankets.

Dreaming—

Cole thought, for the briefest second, maybe he was dreaming. He had one hand buried in soft, thick hair, hair long enough to wrap around his wrist...and he’d done that, too, using his grip to guide her head.

Thought for a second he was dreaming, and damned if he wanted to wake up.

But then that wet, hot mouth that had been