He came in jetting streams that flooded her mouth and throat, all but choking her. But she hung on until his hips stopped pumping and his cock stopped jumping and wilted a little on her tongue.
He felt her swallow several times, trying to hold on as tears flooded her cheeks.
After a few seconds, Cole opened her mouth a little reluctantly, sorry to break the contact. She felt overwhelmed by the emotion of his climax, and her own. That had never happened before. Without touching her, his responses had roused her to reach in simple reaction to his own fulfillment.
Did this happen to other women? Or was she romanticizing something that people took for granted every day? What would he say if she asked him? Would his answer hurt her feelings?
He reached down for her, lifting her to her feet before he pulled her close and wrapped his arms about her. “Damn, Cole—Noel.”
Cole stiffened, her face pressed to his chest. “Was it good?”
“Hell yeah.” He kissed the top of her head and then he lifted her chin and kissed her full on her cum-drenched mouth. He’d never done that before.
He kissed her a long time, touching her and caressing her until she knew what he intended and reached out to stop his hands. “I’m okay.”
“But you didn’t come.”
She pushed against his chest and said softly, “Yes, I did.”
He snagged her arm as she tried to turn away and pulled her back.
“Not so fast.”
CHAPTER TEN
“Turnabout is fair play.”
Scott had pulled her in against his chest, hugging her to him so hard she couldn’t catch her breath. When he turned her around, his kiss this time wasn’t slow and seductive. It was a Red Bull jolt that electrified all her senses.
The blood began to pound in her temples, her stomach, and her womb. Her nipples budded, eager for his hands. He hadn’t touched them yet tonight. She arched her back in invitation and whispered against his lips. “What do you want, Sam?”
His voice above her head in the dark sounded almost strangled by his full arousal. “Everything you got.”
His hands found and unhooked her bra and then moved lower to shove down her panties.
Freed from the barrier of her clothing, her body became his playground. He found and teased her breasts with his fingers while his tongue explored her mouth. And then he bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
Cole caught her breath as he tugged and tongued it to full peak. It felt as if her nipple was attached directly to her sex, each tug sending a tiny electrical shock wave to her womb. As long as she had been in control she’d felt safe, even from her feelings about him. But now he was overwhelming her power and the feeling was both exhilarating and terrifying. But he didn’t need to know either of those things.
She grabbed his shoulders to try to control her body’s response.
Scott took her by the wrists and placed her arms down at her sides. “My turn.” Leaning in, he kissed her quickly and then backed her up to the end of the shower stall where the spray ran fully over.
“This is for you.” Bracing a hand on the wall above her head, he pressed his body firmly against hers for a moment, as if he were absorbing her through his own skin.
His chin rested in her hair. “I like your hair, all wild and messy.” He slipped a hand behind her head and slowly massaged her neck. “Just relax. Close your eyes and enjoy the water sluicing over your skin. Think of this as your personal Sam Spa.”
Cole did as he suggested though she would rather have watched him. Curiosity made her open an eye when he lifted himself off her.
He placed a hand over her eyes. “Close. Just feel.”
He dragged a soapy cloth over her face then trailed it slowly down her body, fingers spread wide so that his thumb and pinkie brushed her nipples as the cloth moved down between her breasts. When he reached her navel his forefinger began a slow circling as the cloth trailed over her belly. It was such a simple touch but the heat pooling in her belly began to chase the movement of his fingers until she was trembling. At last the tip of one finger dipped into her navel. Her vagina tightened as if he had pushed in a finger there instead. It didn’t linger. The drag of his fingers and the cloth moved lower, causing a fluttering in her lower belly.
He combed fingers through her mons. “I’m glad you don’t go Brazilian.” He nudged her with his hand. “I like how your curls tangle around my fingers, welcoming me to this place. Are you happy to have me here?”
“Yes.” Her voice sounded far away.
The cloth abandoned, his fingers slipped lower, parting her curls. The lips of her sex parted for his fingers but he was careful not to touch her clit. He chuckled as his fingers slipped into the slick wetness. “Oh yes. You feel very happy to have me here.”