I lifted a brow. “Sir. Yes, sir.”
He smirked, then glanced at the floor. “I think I’d like to see you on your knees. And I know I’d like to see your lips around my cock.”
I forced myself not to reveal anything when I looked at him. This was full circle, right back to where we’d been before when he’d bolted from my house, and I couldn’t deny that I was nervous.
But the bottom line was that I wanted this night—not drama or regrets—and I knew that Cole wanted it, too. I might be a little nervous, but I trusted him. More than that, I knew better than to disobey.
I dropped down to kneel in front of him. I put my hands on his knees, then gently eased his legs apart and moved closer until I felt the press of the mattress against my lower body.
I hesitated, expecting him to unfasten his jeans and tug down his fly. But all he did was lean back, putting his hands slightly behind him for support. He looked at me, and for a moment the only thing I felt was the heat that seemed to shimmer in the air between us.
Then he broke the connection by tilting his head back and drawing in a long breath.
I got the message. This was for me to do—to free him, to suck him, to take him all the way.
I had the control—except I didn’t. Because right then I was doing Cole’s bidding. I was the girl on her knees and we both knew it.
And damned if I didn’t like it. Because he was right—there was power here. Power and submission. That duality excited me. And what excited me even more was that it had been Cole who’d seen that side of me. Who’d so clearly seen all of me.
Slowly, I tugged his zipper down, then freed his cock. I traced a fingertip lightly along the length of him, then closed my hand around the base, stroking him slowly up and down, my own body growing hotter and tighter as I felt his erection grow under my touch. I wanted to drive him crazy—to make him go wild. I wanted to take us both to the edge and then leap into the chasm with him.
I wanted the man. And I wanted everything that came with him.
I drew in a breath, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. I tilted my head back a bit, wanting to meet his eyes. But his were closed, and the expression of pure pleasure that colored his face gave me such a rush of feminine power that one touch to my clit would have sent me tumbling over the edge.
I used my tongue to tease the head of his cock, lightly stroking his glans, then using the tip to circle the head in a way that all those intimate magazine articles swore would drive your man crazy. If his deep, guttural groan was any indication, those articles were dead-on perfect.
He shifted his weight, using only one hand to support his body as he leaned back. With his other, he threaded his fingers through my hair. I tensed, then forced myself to relax. I wanted this. And even more I wanted Cole to know how much I wanted to give him pleasure—however he deemed to take it.
With the pressure of his hand to the back of my head, I took his cock deep, then drew back, sucking and licking, my head bobbing in time with the sound of his breathing and with the rhythm of his hand upon me. He was hard and tight and so damn close, and with each thrust of his hand to my head he made me take him deeper, harder, until I was certain that he would come right then, right there, and I really wasn’t sure that I could handle the force of his explosion, but god help me I wanted to try.
But then he stopped, pulling my mouth off him, then scooting back onto the bed.
I looked up, afraid that he’d once again feared injuring me. But it wasn’t worry or fear or anger I saw in his eyes. It was bold, hot, blatant need.
“On the bed,” he said, his voice raw and edgy. “On the bed and on your knees.”