“Laundry day.” She gave him a dirty smile. “Must be your lucky day.”
Christ. He was hard as a rock. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he wasn’t going to last. But he always made good on his promises and he would have every inch of her before the night was through.
…
This was happening.
Cole pulled her to the edge of the table and dropped to his knees. This had escalated faster than she’d expected. She should put a stop to it. Like, right now. Her heart leapt into her throat, a million emotions barreling toward her all at once. With her head and body at war, she couldn’t think straight. His fingers massaged her thighs, easing a tension so deep she was certain it had settled into her bones. When he placed a gentle kiss on her knee, lust won out.
She moaned as his tongue cut a path up the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. The stubble lining his cheek pricked at the tender skin, creating a new and tantalizing sensation. She remembered the last time they’d come together and the ache between her legs grew, throbbing in anticipation. There was no turning back now. She was on dangerous ground letting him back in, but damn, he knew what he was doing.
Olivia surrendered to the moment, giving into the pleasure he offered there and then. She melted in his hands as they slipped under her body, lifting her sex to him. She held her breath, desperate for contact.
When Cole’s tongue darted out, tasting her, she cried out with pleasure, hips bucking toward heaven. He placed a firm hand on her abdomen, pinning her back to the cool table. He seemed to know her body better than she knew it herself as his tongue circled her, slipping between the folds of her skin and sending electricity shooting through her.
How was she supposed to give this up? No man had ever given her the kind of sexual gratification Cole could provide. Whether it was experience or innate ability, she needed him. With him, her inhibitions were stripped away, leaving only carnal pleasure the likes of which no other man could match.
“Christ, you’re wet. You’ve been waiting for this all week, haven’t you? Waiting for me to lick you right… here.”
“Yes!” she cried out, desperate for more. She needed his tongue, his fingers, his cock. She needed it all. With all of her nerves firing, she gripped the edge of the table as her body tensed for release. She called his name, begging him to push her over the edge into oblivion, but he refused to let her go. He was enjoying himself, maybe as much as she was, though she didn’t know how that could even be possible.
Every time she neared climax, Cole pulled back. Damn him. He enjoyed controlling her. She knew it all the way down to her curled toes. He relished in the fact that he owned her body and could make it react to his every whim.
Olivia didn’t think she could take much more as his tongue stroked the elusive cluster of nerves with a thousand dirty names. When his fingers plunged into her, keeping pace with his tongue, it was almost too much to bear. Her body arched off the table, rocking against him and seeking an outlet for the tension that had coiled deep inside of her. She exploded, ecstasy flooding her body as her muscles went limp, her feet dangling over the edge of the table.
Pushing herself up on an elbow, she watched as he climbed to his feet. The hunger burning in his eyes called to her. He was far from finished with her and she needed to give him something in return. After all, he wasn’t the only one who knew how to give pleasure. With steady hands, Olivia reached for his belt. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his pants and jerked him close. “My turn.”
Pressing her mouth to his, she ravished his lips. Their tongues battled for dominance, but in the end, she came out victorious. Cole would know the same pleasure he’d given her, but he also needed to know that she wouldn’t always succumb to him.
Olivia wrestled with his belt, her kisses growing more savage as desperation set in. “Where the hell did you get this thing? Chastity Belts ‘R’ Us?” Frustrated, she pinched his bottom lip between her teeth and held him there, releasing him only when his pants dropped to the floor and she was able to free his erection.
Stroking his length gently, she brushed her fingertips over the slick head.
“Fuck.” He groaned. “That feels so good.”
Cole wound his fingers through her hair, forcing her head back and exposing her neck to him. His mouth burned a trail of kisses down the curve of her throat and she struggled to remember that this was about him. If this was the last time they came together, she wanted to make sure it was memorable for both of them.
Olivia dropped from the table, standing face to face with him. He wrapped his arms around her and she unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands over the chiseled muscles of his chest. He had beautiful skin, the kind most women would envy.
“You’re perfect.” She smiled. “But I guess you already knew that.”