ass. His skin was warm and firm. She loved the sensation of her palms scraping over rough chest hair. She kissed him harder as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing into him, practically climbing on top of him because she couldn’t get enough. Didn’t ever want to get enough.
He pulled away, and both of them were panting. Then he dipped his head and bit the top of her shoulder. A shiver slithered down her spine, blossoming heat between her thighs.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she whispered in his ear.
Without even a touch to her good parts, Cole was able to get her hot, ready, and wanting to spread her legs. He was her kryptonite. But she feared it was only one-sided.
“Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
After last night, she knew she needed to find a cure for her Cole-lust. Otherwise, a week from now, she’d be in big trouble. Giving in to her desire while in a tropical paradise was one thing, but giving in at home was an entirely different, and unprofessional, story. There was no way she was sacrificing the best job she’d ever had—and risk the label of sleeping her way on the board—for a good lay. A great lay.
He straightened out their bodies, and his hands moved from her ass to her waist, then cupped her breasts.
“Please, Cole,” she whispered. “I need—” Her chest heaved when his hand lowered and fiddled with the tie of her robe.
When she looked up at him, he hesitated. That same hesitation she’d seen the night before, and only minutes earlier when he’d shied away from touching himself, flashed across his face.
He opened his mouth, then closed it, wanting desperately to say something, but he just couldn’t.
This time-out was doing nothing to reduce her desire. The heat from his body was still singeing her skin. Still tightening and curling up her insides so she felt she had no other option but to burst from the seams.
She clasped her palm on his cheek and lifted his head to look deep into his eyes. He could say anything he wanted, and it would rev her up. He could say “T-shirt” and she’d be a puddle at his feet.
He gave her a half smile. “I want to have sex. With you.”
Relief washed over her as she kissed his lips, running her fingers through his hair. “I like that thought.”
When her hand paused near his mouth, he quickly turned his head and sucked one of her fingers into it. Heat bloomed between her legs, and she let her head fall back on a gasp.
The man may not be able to tell her in the manner she craved, but he knew exactly what she wanted. Exactly what she needed.
Him.
He sucked lightly on her finger, then let it go. He bent to nuzzle her neck and tongued her skin with open mouth kisses.
Her core ached. She wanted this man inside her. Inside every part of her. With more want than she’d ever experienced. The fact that he was trying to give her what she wanted… Well, didn’t that just tug on her heartstrings and make her want him even more.
More than was appropriate. More than she’d ever get from him in return.
She shook off the blistering need. This man wasn’t the man. He was too closed off and judgmental. He may not even be capable of love. She saw it in his eyes and everything he did. Distant. Aloof. Solitary. And she needed someone to love her for the woman she really was, the Penn she was every day with him, not the facade she put on when she was with her family.
If she was going to fall in love, she wanted a man who was all in. One who was willing to get naked—body and soul. One who accepted her just as she was. No reservations. No games.
But just for the here and now… Who could resist such an incredible man?
His hand slipped between her legs, and he cupped her sex. He groaned when he found bare skin and swiped his fingers between her folds. She knew she was wet. Just the sight of him in the doorway this morning had her warm and achy. But now, with his lips on her skin and his hands in the place she needed them the most, she was positively ready. Ready to beg. Ready to give in to anything he wanted.
No, she didn’t want to fall in love with Cole Murphy. But