He pulled his lips from hers and drew the straps of her dress down, then the cups of her bra, drawing her breasts together to tease her nipples with his fingers. She rocked her * against him, so caught up in the drugging sensations she moaned out loud. She knew they were outside, that she should be quiet, but she needed an orgasm—she needed him inside her.
The hard ridge of his erection was evident against his jeans. She reached down to rub her hand over it, closing her eyes to revel in his hiss of frustration. Obviously, she wasn’t the only one who needed this.
He jerked the button of his jeans open, then drew the zipper down. Savannah eased back only long enough for Cole to drop his jeans and put on the condom he’d retrieved from his pocket. She pulled her panties aside and slid down on his rigid cock, his hands on her hips to help guide her.
She trembled at the feel of him filling her, her * quivering and clenching around his thick heat. The painful pleasure made her shiver, and when he was buried deep inside her, she threw her head back and lifted partway, dragging her * over his shaft.
“You feel good on me,” he whispered, his voice as dark as the night surrounding them.
She dropped her gaze to his and dug her nails into his shoulders. “You feel good inside me.”
He thrust, burying himself to the hilt. In return, she pulsed, her * tightening around his shaft.
“Just like that,” she whispered, moving against him in rhythm.
In answer to their lovemaking, the night went quiet. All she could hear were the sounds of their panting breaths as they moved in unison, both of them seeking climax.
She met his gaze, perfectly visible to her in the slant of moonlight afforded to her. It was enough, capturing her, holding her while she rode him.
He grabbed her hips and lifted her, then drove her onto his cock, rocking her against him. She laid her palms on his chest and slid back and forth over him, grinding her * against his shaft.
Buried deep like this, she felt every muscle, every twitch, their connection so deep it was shattering to her senses, to her emotions.
“Kiss me,” he whispered. She leaned forward and he grabbed her ass as she met his lips. He squeezed the globes while their tongues tangled.
She wasn’t going to last much longer. Cole devastated her emotionally as well as physically, asking her without words to give him everything. And she couldn’t deny him.
She lifted, needing the few inches of distance to catch her breath. But when he reached down and strummed his fingers over her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure, she knew she was lost. And he knew it, too, giving her that wicked smile that never failed to devastate her.
She tightened, her back bowed as he found the spot she needed. She gripped his wrists and held on while she shattered, her * clenching around his cock as she burst in orgasm, undulating against him as wave after wave of the sweetest sensations poured through her.
He lifted into her, groaning as he came, pulling her flat on top of him so he could shove his cock deep.
She felt the tremors in his body as he held her, both of them shuddering through the aftereffects.
He was still gripping tightly to her hips, his fingers digging in, long after the pulsing sensations had fled.
“Are you holding on to me because you think I’m going to disappear?”
He let go and she sat up, traced the smile that curved his lips.
“Are you?”
“Not at the moment.”
She slid off his lap and they went inside to clean up. He didn’t let her go far, and instead, led her to his bed and dragged her close to him. She’d righted her clothes in the bathroom, so they were both still dressed, on top of the comforter, their shoes off, their feet tangled together.
Thunder rumbled outside and a flash of lightning pulled her attention to the door. A storm was rolling in.
“If you’re going to bolt, you should do it before that thunderstorm hits.”
She laid her head on his shoulder. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“I’d prefer you stay the night. I just know you like to leave.”
She didn’t like to leave. She had to leave, at least at a certain point. There was a difference.
It wasn’t something she liked to acknowlede about herself. Indecision plagued her. Staying with him meant more sex, and that was always a good thing. But staying also meant getting close to him. Sleeping with him. Waking up next to him. Opening the door to her heart and her emotions a fraction more.
That definitely scared her.
“I don’t like to leave, Cole.”
“But you have to. I know.”
She burrowed against him and watched lightning arc across the sky. The thunder picked up in intensity.
“I think I’ll ride the storm out here tonight, if you don’t mind.”
“If you stay, I want to fix you breakfast in the morning. No waking up realizing you’ve made some huge mistake and needing to run out of here like some rabid dog is after you.”
He must feel awful every time she did that. She knew how she’d feel if someone did that to her. She laid her hand on his chest. “Breakfast sounds good. I like my eggs scrambled.”
He laughed, the rumble as deep as the heavy thunder. “I’ll do my best to please you.”