Cole propped himself up on his elbows, looking down into her face, still trying to get his breathing under control. He could feel her body still rippling with aftershocks around his. “You’re so beautiful you take my breath away.”
Her laughter was soft, musical, tightening his body all over again. “That’s not what took your breath away. And you lie so wonderfully. I’m ordinary-looking, but I don’t mind if you want to delude yourself.” Her hands slid over his body, traced his sculpted buttocks and hips. She could see a brand burned into his flesh on the back of his thigh. Her fingertips smoothed over the ridges with a small caress.
“I probably should sneak back to my room,” she added.
He stiffened. “This is not a one-night stand, Maia. I told you that.”
“You did not. I forget your exact words, but . . .”
He caught her hands, stretched them above her head, pinning her wrists to the mattress so he could bend his head and take possession of her lips. He sank his tongue into the velvet darkness of her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers, exploring, commanding a response. He bit lightly at her lower lip, her chin, blazed a path of fire from her throat to breasts.
For a moment he breathed in the sight of her bathed in the silvery light as it spilled across her breasts. Her nipples were peaked and hard, already roused. Her soft mounds were rising and falling with every breath she took, jutting upward toward his mouth. His body stirred to life, deep inside of hers, hardening impossibly. He bent to the offering, flicking her nipple with his tongue, feeling her response, the way her hips thrust upward and her body convulsed around his. He drew her breast into his hot mouth, suckling strongly, his tongue teasing her nipple, teeth scraping gently.
Maia gasped and moaned, her body tensing, her breasts swelling with the attention. His body began to move, long slow strokes that left her moaning and lifting her hips in an attempt to control the rhythm. Cole held her beneath him, pressing kisses between her breasts, nibbling at her chin and lower lip, using his mouth to bring her to another climax while his body kept a slow, lazy tempo.
“Cole.” It was a protest. A plea.
He smiled. A genuine smile. He felt it welling up out of nowhere. Cole could make her want him, plead with him, make her body come apart. She didn’t try to hide the way she felt such an urgent need of him, and that was more of an aphrodisiac than anything else ever could have been.
“Cole what?” he whispered against her mouth. Her muscles were already suckling at him, so tight and hot he wasn’t certain he could keep the slow, languid pace he was setting. “What do you want, Maia?” The pleasure kept building and building inside of him, starting somewhere in the region of his toes, becoming an excruciating pleasure/pain in his groin and belly. There was fire in her tight sheath, her skin soft and inviting, her breasts thrusting up toward him with her arms stretched out above her head. An offering to him. Maia gave herself to him completely, and there was so much seduction in that knowledge.
“Hurry up. Now you’re killing me.” She lifted her hips again, deliberately tightening her muscles around him.
With a groan, Cole gave in, plunging deep and hard, unable to resist the hot furnace of her body. He couldn’t resist kissing her, sucking on her lower lip. How often had he found himself staring, enthralled by the soft curve of her mouth? His tongue plunged into her mouth with the same urgency his hips drove into her. It could never be enough with Maia and he knew he never wanted it to be.
Stretched out under him as she was, helpless under the pounding force of his body, she still tried to reach him, to lift herself to meet him. Cole felt her body stretching to accommodate him as with each thrust he seemed to grow thicker and harder, nearly bursting with the pleasure she brought him. He held them there, on the edge of a great precipice for what seemed forever, then both went over, climaxing together, the force of it leaving them shuddering and limp, a fine sheen glossing their bodies.
Cole groaned softly and rolled his weight off of her when he could, but he kept his hand on her ribs, just under her breast, wanting to keep her in his room. “Just stay,” he ordered softly. “I need you to stay.”
It took Maia longer to catch her breath, to gather her scattered thoughts. “I’ve never felt that way before, Cole.”
He turned his head to look at her. “That’s a damned good thing, Maia. I’m looking to be number one in your life. Being a fantastic lover is one of the requirements.”
She laughed, just like he knew she would. “Is it? I had no idea. Well, you definitely passed that test.” She glanced at the door. “I hope I didn’t scream. Please tell me I didn’t.”
“Unless Jase has a nightmare, he sleeps deeply, and his room is way down at the other end of the floor. We wanted to give one another a lot of space when we first moved in together.”