her hips flexing and bucking, paying no heed to the wild swing of the chair, no heed to anything but the pulse of her body and the hot stickiness of his gaze holding her in thrall. Holding her right to the end until she could hold on to it no more and the orgasm spun away, and she collapsed against his chest, panting and shivering in the aftermath, suspended in time for long, glorious seconds until both chains suddenly snapped and the seat went into free fall.
Chapter Nine
In a split second, Jane went from sex-addled to crystal clear, making some kind of nonsensical eep noise as she clung to the nearest solid thing, which just happened to be Cole’s big, broad shoulders. He was much more expressive in his reaction.
“Holy fucking shit,” he muttered as he made a grab for her hips, pulling her in closer.
It felt like it had happened in slow motion when, in actuality, it took only a couple of seconds for the chair to hit the ground.
They both braced fully for impact, but the jolt was still shocking, the noise deafening in the quiet of the drizzly night. Somewhere out beyond the back fence, a house light turned on. The dog next door barked. Neither of them moved or spoke for a beat or two; they just sat and breathed, Jane still straddling him, her forehead pressed into the side of his neck until Cole finally opened his mouth.
“Did the earth move for you, too?”
His humor was unexpected in the aftermath of both the intimacy and the…furniture malfunction, and Jane laughed, the whiskers of Cole’s throat tickling her lips. He laughed, too. Well, it was more of a chuckle, really. Deep and warm, and Jane’s heart did a funny little flip inside her chest.
“My grandmother,” Jane said, still not quite capable of moving, “would say this was a message from Jesus.”
Her father’s mother was a devoutly Christian woman who saw sin around every corner—no wonder her father had rebelled and joined the military. She was nice enough but quite dogged about certain things, one of which happened to be Jane’s virginity through her teenage years. She had not been pleased when Tad came on the scene. The man’s got nothing but lust in his thoughts. She’d been right, of course, but Jane’s thoughts hadn’t exactly been squeaky-clean, either, and Tad hadn’t been her first.
“Of course. Jesus knows it’s better to fool around in a bed.”
“I think it was more about sin than location.”
He chuckled again, his fingers absently stroking the curvature of her hip. “Some things are worth going to hell for.”
It was a simple statement that packed a substantial punch, and all Jane could think was amen to that. She wouldn’t have passed up those mad frantic moments making out on the love seat with Cole for a gold-embossed, jump-the-queue pass through the pearly gates.
Hell, she’d go to hell, directly to hell without collecting two hundred dollars, just to do it all again. Which made her aware—very aware—suddenly that at least one of them hadn’t had the pleasure. The evidence of which was still pressing hard and delicious against the dampness of her panties.
Lordy, Lordy. He must think her terribly selfish.
Jane roused herself, easing back a little to look down at him, bringing him into even more intimate contact. His fingers dug into her hips a little as their eyes met. She wasn’t aware of the light drizzle still falling behind her; she was aware only of Cole watching her through heavy-lidded eyes, the slide of his Adam’s apple, and his blatant arousal.
Her cheeks warmed a little as she thought about what they’d just done. How she’d let a man she’d known for less than a week stick his hands in her panties and give her the longest, most intense orgasm of her life. Her grandmother would be clutching her rosary for sure had she known. But Jane felt no shame or guilt. She knew that if the world ended tonight, she’d never regret making out on this love seat with Cole Hauser.
But they weren’t done here yet.
“I agree,” she murmured, flexing her hips a little, rubbing the damp line of her panties along the hard ridge of his erection. “Some things are definitely worth it.”
He gave a half laugh, half groan, his fingers clutching at her hip a little harder. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
“I gotta say, I’m impressed, though,” she said with a smile.
“Really?” His voice rumbled out thick and heavy with