laugh. “You know you probably don’t need to do a thing. Just sit there and let me keep doing this—” She ground against him hard, and it was Cole’s breath that hitched this time as his hand flattened in the small of her back. “I’m sure it won’t take long.”
“Maybe.” His fingers brushed across fabric—very damp fabric—and she gasped and bucked against him. “But I’m not good at being passive.” Cole quickly found the seam of her sex and teased his finger up and down the furrow, his frustration at the barrier between them already red-hot.
Heat rolled off her, and he could smell her arousal, thick and heady in the intimate cocoon between them. “I can tell,” she muttered.
“Active,” he muttered, lifting his head so his mouth could brush against the pulse he could see hammering at the hollow of her throat. “That’s what I prefer.” Then his fingers breached the side of her underwear, finding all her heat and her wet and stroking.
…
Holy. Shit.
Jane cried out and bucked against Cole’s hand. When his fingers slid deliciously against her aching flesh, her eyes practically rolled back in her head. When he deftly found the big fat X marking just the right spot, she whimpered, then clutched convulsively at his shoulder as the swing rocked and she swayed in his lap.
Her eyes flew open as he whispered, “Easy,” against her throat and his big, solid palm pressed reassuringly into the center of her back. “I got you.” Jane panted as he teased the hard nub at the very center of her arousal. Their eyes met and locked.
“There?”
“Yes.”
“Good?”
“Yes.” In fact, good didn’t even begin to come close to what she was feeling. She’d been close enough to coming just from rubbing against him; with his fingers playing her like an instrument, she was about ten seconds away from the final crescendo.
They entered her then, two long, hard intrusions sliding home, widening her eyes and wringing a gasp from her throat as everything twinged deliciously.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so wet.”
Jane sank her teeth into her bottom lip as a hot ripple of sheer hallelujah undulated through her pelvic floor, tightening everything. “God,” she panted, her voice so low it wasn’t much more than a rumble of bass vibrating in the air between them. “I’m so close.”
He slid his fingers out, then back in again, and she clenched tight around him as his hot gaze held hers captive. “I can feel it.”
She opened her mouth to tell him to do it again, but then his thumb found her clit and rubbed, and Jane lost all ability to speak. To think. There was no room in her head for where they were or who they were or what was going to happen after. No room for Finn or the business or the job she’d been sent here to do. No room for anything other than the sensations battering her body as a wave started between her legs, creeping slowly at first, then quickly becoming a tsunami of pleasure as it rolled over her body.
Jane’s pulse skyrocketed, and her eyes squeezed shut as she jumped on the wave, surfing its peak and letting it tumble her around, drowning her in its fiery, delicious havoc. Her lungs grabbed for air as she rocked and moaned and panted and cried out his name. “Cole.”
“Yes, baby, yes.” His fingers kept up their rhythm, his thumb still wicked good on her clitoris.
Jane’s eyes snapped open as his baby reached through the thick soup of swirling sensations. Their gazes meshed, his hot and sticky and irresistible. She couldn’t look away as her body quaked and shuddered through the dying vestiges of her orgasm.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “You look good like that.”
If she could’ve replied, Jane would have told him it was easy to look good when she felt fantastic, when her body was being licked all over by a thousand tiny, rough tongues. But then he crooked his fingers inside her, and her orgasm flared to life again, and she gasped.
“Oh god.”
Her body pulled taut once more, and she held tighter to him, his shoulder flexing beneath her palm as his fingers worked their magic, his eyes like dark molten pools as he watched every nuance of her orgasm flicker across her face. Beating back the urge to close her eyes, she forced them to stay open. She wanted him to watch. Watch as she rode his hand, chasing her pleasure, wringing every single second out of this moment.
Jane rocked against him,