Tempt Me - By Shiloh Walker Page 0,31
almost to boiling point in under thirty seconds.
But he held off, spreading his hands wide over her hips and holding her steady when she tried to drive the rhythm.
When she pressed back against him harder, faster, he tangled his hand in her hair and forced her upright, pulling her body against him. She gasped and stared at their reflections, her eyes dark, her mouth parted. It was the most erotic sight—
“Look at how beautiful you are,” he rasped, stroking a hand down her middle and teasing her clit with his finger as he rocked against her in a slow, teasing circle. “Stop trying to rush this.”
She tightened around him, grasping at his wrist, a startled cry falling from her lips. “Cole, please—damn it, please!” She arched her back and those full, beautiful breasts lifted, her nipples swollen and tight. At the same time, she twisted her hips a little, still impaled on his cock.
Swearing, he shifted, pushing her to her knees and then farther, until she was spread out beneath him. He surged against her, hard, fast, driving his dick into her soft, wet pussy and shaking as she cried out his name and started to come.
It was, Cole knew, the sweetest damn thing he’d ever experienced. What he didn’t know was how he’d gone this long without it—or how he’d ever manage to survive without this...without her.
Rocki woke to the smell of coffee.
Popping one eye open, she stared at the simple white mug sitting on the bedside table. Then she opened the other eye and saw Cole leaning against the bed, cradling his own coffee.
“Is that cup mine?” she asked blearily.
“Yes. If you want it.”
“I want.” Awkwardly fighting with the sheets, she sat up and reached for it, cupping both hands around it and all but whimpering at the smell. “Caffeine. Gimme. I want.”
Cole laughed.
As she took the first sip, he stroked a hand down her back, combing it through her tangled hair. She was afraid to even look at it just then, afraid to look at herself. He, of course, looked perfect.
“A fellow caffeine junkie.” He grinned at her after she’d polished off most of the first cup.
“Nothing beats caffeine as a wake-me-up. Except maybe sex.” She slid him a smile as she said it.
“Nah. Sex always beats caffeine.” The hand on her back stroked lower, curved around her hip.
Her heart skipped a beat as he sat his cup down and went to his knees. “Speaking of which...”
She needed to wash her face, damn it. She needed to pee. She should probably brush her teeth again. And she was a little sore—
But all he did was rest his head on her thigh and rub his thumb in slow circles over her knee. “How are you feeling?”
“Um...I’m fine.” If you don’t mind me getting a little choked up here, she thought. Swallowing around the knot in her throat, she lifted a hand and let herself play with his golden hair. “Stop worrying so much. I’ve had sex before, you know. It just hasn’t been recently.”
“Hmm.” He pressed his lips against her leg. “I just want to make sure. Because I damn sure plan on keeping that first date. And the second.”
“You’re really fixated on that second date, huh?” She managed to get a real smile in place by the time he lifted his head, managed not to look so wishy-washy and sentimental—not even a date, yet, hello.
But her heart wasn’t much listening to reason, and it didn’t help when he stood up and braced a knee next to her on the bed, cupping her face in his hand. “Is it going to scare you away if I tell you I’m already fixating on the fifth date? The tenth?”
“Ahhh...” She stared at him, blinking. Fifth...tenth?
He stroked his thumb over her lip. “Is that a yes? Do I need to slow it down?”
“I don’t know.” She leaned away long enough to set her coffee down, then she wrapped her arms around his waist, snuggling her head against him. “Part of me is thinking I’m already rushing it. The other part of me feels like...hell. I feel like I’ve been missing this for a long time.”
They stood that way for a long, long while, his hand stroking her hand, her face pressed to his belly. Then she sighed. “Maybe we’re rushing it a little. We can rush it for as long as it feels right. If we need to pull back, then I guess we’ll know.”
Chapter Eight
“No news, I take it?”
Five days