Recipe for Temptation - Gina Gordon Page 0,52

my girl.” He fumbled in his pants for a condom and put it on. “Sink down on me.” He fisted his erection, holding it out for her.

She squatted and rested her palms on the floor in front of her. He positioned his cock, and that first touch of the tip at her entrance was absolute magic.

He guided her down with his hands on her ass, inch by inch, letting his smooth length penetrate her body. An invasion so necessary, so not enough…

“Slow. That’s—Fu-uck…”

She engulfed him. All of him. But he didn’t let her linger. He pumped her up and down, up and down, building a steady rhythm, a slow burn tingling all over her body.

“That feels so good.” She dropped her knees to the pillow. “So fucking good.” Leaning forward, she moved up and down on his cock, taking over the rhythm.

He filled her so completely. She felt him in every nerve ending. She was on fire, smoldering with need and desire. For him.

For Cole.

Soft curses escaped his mouth the faster she bounced on his cock.

“I love your ass. It’s fucking perfect.” He smacked it and sent a shiver to her clit.

She bounced harder, the slapping sounds of skin against skin echoing through the hut. She locked her gaze on the bottle of Jack Daniels, took in her surroundings, maintained a keen focus, and stayed determinedly in the moment. She never wanted to forget this moment—the feelings that shot her physical pleasure to unchartered territory. But she’d keep those feelings safely hidden where he would know nothing about them.

She was staring down the barrel of a life-changing realization. And that alone was enough to tip her over the edge.

But he thrust up, harder this time, hitting a sweet spot she hadn’t even known existed. Her body tensed, and she tipped over the precipice. She fell headlong into the colorful abyss and laid her heart on the table, letting him claim it with every quiver and throb of her orgasm.

He pushed her off, and his cock slapped against his stomach. He pressed his fingers to her folds, massaging the last thrums of her orgasm.

“Turn around baby,” he whispered. “I want to see you.”

Her body limp, she climbed over his legs and straddled him, face-to-face.

She rubbed herself along his cock, letting his hard shaft peek out, then disappear between her folds. Her body reacted immediately to the friction. It hadn’t taken long for her to jump to the edge again.

She rested her forehead against his. “On a normal day, you make my heart race so fast I can’t catch my breath, and I just want to jump out of my skin. But now…” She clasped his face and pressed her lips to his, sucking and licking in uncontrollable need.

But she stifled her emotions. This was about fucking. Temporary. Fucking.

Her orgasm had been spectacular. She’d thought she’d been sated. But instead, she burned for more. For something stronger, harder, more consuming.

“I need more. Give me more.”

She slipped him inside and moved, giving him the up and down friction he needed to get off. The closeness of their bodies also gave her the steady grind of her clit against his pelvis that she needed to soar a second time.

Somehow he met her with thrusts of his own, pressing deeper, harder. And it was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him inside her, joined so close she didn’t know where he stopped and she began.

That was the way it had always been with Cole, body and soul. From the very first time they’d met she’d known they had a connection.

Her breath hitched, and she couldn’t catch it. Until he kissed her—like he was the very breath she needed to survive.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

She opened her eyes. “Cole, I—”

Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.

“Cole, I’m…coming.”

This time, her pleasure didn’t explode, it consumed. It washed over her like a wave, crashing from the top of her head down to the tips of her toes. It engulfed her in everything that was Cole.

Her head dropped and rested on his shoulder. They stayed in each other’s embrace, their chests rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths.

Tomorrow was the scavenger hunt. The only reason he’d shown up on this island. But somehow, they’d managed to change the game and ended up giving in to the sexual tension that had smoldered between them for three years.

Coming out of her shell tonight with her family, even the slightest bit, had backfired. It had proved that she could never truly