a place as any to start.”
Jane was practically salivating she wanted to taste him so bad.
“Well…” He grinned as he tossed the condom back on the table. “In that case…”
She returned the grin, holding his gaze as she shuffled down his thigh a little, held her hair back, and dipped her head to nuzzle along the length of his cock before placing a light kiss on the very tip. “How’s that?” she asked, looking at him through the fringe of her lashes. “Feeling better?”
He gave a half laugh, his head collapsing back against the pillow. “Uh-huh.”
Becoming more daring, Jane licked him from root to tip, ending in a more lingering kiss. “How about now?”
His breath hissed out. “Much better.”
She sucked him into her mouth then, and his groan was so low and guttural it slugged her right between the legs. She went deep, taking as much of him as she was able, swirling her tongue around his shaft as she withdrew. “More?”
“God yes,” he said with a pant. “Don’t stop now.”
Jane smiled. She had absolutely no intention of stopping. Closing her eyes, she opened her mouth and took him inside again, savoring the thick invasion of his shaft as it pressed into the soft give at the back of her throat, loving the way he groaned and hissed and panted. Loving his noises and the agitated shift of his hips and the way he twisted his fingers in the sheets.
Was he holding back or holding on? Jane didn’t know. All she knew was that he smelled good and tasted better, and when she rolled his balls in her fingers, his ass clamped tight and his whole body started to tremble.
“Jane.” His voice was a dark rumble and so damn strained as his hand slid into her hair. “I’m real close, so if swallowing’s not your thing, then I suggest you take evasive action.”
Jane did not take evasive action. She appreciated the warning, and she made a mental note to thank him for his consideration later, but she wanted all of him. Everything he had to give. So she did not pull away. In fact, she doubled down, increasing her pace and the suction until his heavy pants were so loud in her ears she only just heard him cry out.
But she felt his hand momentarily tightening in her hair and his back and shoulder blades bowing off the mattress as his hips snapped taut. Then she tasted him on her tongue and swallowed him down, reveling in the salt of him until he had nothing more to give and he pulled her up and clutched her to his chest.
Chapter Eleven
“Good morning.”
“Cole!” Finn leaped off his stool, somehow managing not to displace Carl, who clung to the little boy’s shoulder. “Can we practice some more kicking in the park today?”
Bracing for impact as Finn threw himself at his legs, Cole felt a warm glow in the center of his chest. Finn had never hugged him before, and he kinda liked it. “Sure can, matey,” he said, cupping the back of the little boy’s head.
Finn beamed up at him, clearly thrilled at Cole’s choice of endearment, and Cole’s heart went thunk.
He glanced at Jane, who’d had her back to him, washing the dishes at the sink, when he’d entered the kitchen but was now looking over her shoulder at him, a tentative smile on her face.
“Hey,” he murmured with a nod.
“Hey,” she replied, her cheeks pink.
He’d woken alone this morning. No surprise there, but he’d have liked nothing more than to have woken with her, and if Finn wasn’t here, for damn sure he’d be dragging her back upstairs. Or at least doing her on the kitchen bench.
“I’m going to go get my boots on,” Finn announced, releasing Cole’s legs from their death grip and heading for the kitchen door without a backwards glance.
Cole watched him go, then turned to Jane, who was still looking at him, her smile a little secretive now, like she was remembering some particularly salacious detail from last night. He had no idea which detail it might be—there were so many—but he liked the way she looked when she was thinking dirty thoughts.
Prowling toward her, Cole crossed the distance in no time. It didn’t occur to him not to pull her in for a kiss. He just did it, deep and hot, her moan like dynamite to his system as she went up on tippy-toe and twined her wet, soapy hands around his neck.
When he pulled away,