“Me, too.” She lifted her gaze to his. “I want you, Cole.”
He looked around, then took her hand and led her around the side of the building, casting them in darkness.
“How about here?” He wound his arm around her and squeezed her butt, drawing her against the hot, hard part of him that made her bite down on her lower lip.
She knew what he was suggesting, and a couple months ago she’d have never gone for it. Outside, no. A bar filled with people just a short distance away? Not a chance. Anyone could walk outside for some air or a cigarette or to make a phone call.
But her body pulsed for him, and she trusted him to take care of her.
She raised up and pressed her lips to his throat. “Yes. Here.”
Cole didn’t think Savannah would actually go for it. But as soon as she said yes, he popped the button on her jeans and slid his hands inside, dipping his fingers into her moist heat. He kept his focus on her face, watching her eyes widen, her lips part as he found her center and rubbed it with the heel of his hand as he coaxed his fingers into her *.
She reached for his wrist—he thought she was going to be too reserved to do this out here. He should have known better. She held him steady and rocked her pelvis toward his fingers, panting as he thrust deeper.
She laid her head on his chest while he pumped inside her.
“Cole. Oh, god, that’s going to make me come.”
His dick felt as hard as the bricks behind them, and if he didn’t get inside her soon he was going to come, too—right in his goddamn pants. His balls quivered every time she let out one of her sexy little moans and gasps.
She was whispering to him, clutching his shirt like a lifeline and riding his fingers hard, spilling hot juices over him as she tightened and shuddered. She tilted her head back and he kissed her when she cried out with her climax, absorbing her cries, sliding his tongue in her mouth while she jerked and trembled with the force of her orgasm.
Damn, that was good. He withdrew his fingers and let her watch as he licked them.
“I like the way you taste, Peaches. I wish I could pull your jeans down and lick your * and make you come again.”
She shivered against him. “I’d like you to do that to me out here.”
He liked her wicked little thoughts and wished he could follow through with them. But they had a limited amount of time and he needed to be inside her. So he jerked her pants down, unzipped his own and grabbed a condom out of his pocket. He put it on and pushed her up against the building, spread her legs as far he could and thrust into her slick heat.
“Oh,” she said, digging her nails into his arms as her * clenched around his shaft. He slid his hand under her shirt, pulling her bra aside to flick her nipple with his fingers.
“Cole. Yes. Oh, yes.”
Their coupling was fast and furious. He swept his hand around her butt, shielding her skin from the brick while he tunneled hard into her, his balls filling fast with come. He ground against her, releasing his hold on her breast so he could grab her hair and pull her head back for a punishing kiss. She gave exactly what she got, whimpering against him and making him crazy. He felt her tighten, knew she was coming again from the sounds she made. He couldn’t hold on and let go, his climax so hard and fast it made his legs buckle. He leaned against her and gave her all he had, powering up into her with one last, hard thrust, emptying himself with a loud groan.
He needed a minute to catch his breath. They were both panting. Savannah raised her gaze to his, hers so trusting and open and filled with an emotion he couldn’t name.
“Wow,” she whispered, her lips lifting in a sexy smile.
“Yeah.” They adjusted their clothes.
“My hair’s a mess. And I’m sure I’m blushing a hundred shades of pink,” she said.
He pulled her to him and kissed her again, this time slow and easy, which was all he’d meant to do when he took her outside. “You look beautiful, like you always do.”
“You always know just what to say.” Her lips curled in a warm smile that never failed to punch him in the gut.
He grabbed his phone. “Halftime’s over. We should go back inside before someone comes looking for us.”
He slipped his hand in hers and led her back around toward the back door. But what he really wanted to do was take her home and make love to her again, this time slowly, without clothes on, so he could love every inch of her body.
He’d do that later.
TWENTY
FOUR GAMES INTO THE SEASON, AND THE TRADERS remained unbeaten.