Chapter 23
Cole wasn’t normally this slow on the uptake.
He’d taken every assessment test known to man and was assured he possessed a well-above average intellect. But Hadley’s words (and the feel of her beneath him), had clearly dropped his IQ by several points. “You think we should…”
She hissed in exasperation. “I said I think we should just go ahead and fuck. I’m so tired of dancing around how much I want you and how much you clearly want me.” To demonstrate her point, she shoved a hand between them and laid her hot little palm right over his straining erection.
Well, shit. There went the rest of his IQ.
“Hadley,” he rasped.
“I know what you’re going to say.”
That was impressive. Especially since he had no idea what he was going to say.
“You’re going to say we shouldn’t mix business with pleasure…”
He frowned. Nope. He was pretty sure he wasn’t capable of saying that when her hand was on his cock.
“…And you’re going to say you don’t do relationships, and I’m a relationship kind of girl…”
That much was true. She deserved a fairytale, happily ever after kind of relationship with a man who’d never murdered anyone or done horrible things in the name of patriotism.
“…Then you’re going to say I’m a hopeless romantic who probably isn’t capable of not romanticizing sex…”
He didn’t really see anything wrong with romanticizing sex. Especially not sex as hot as what he’d surely have with Hadley. With chemistry like theirs, how could it not be spectacular?
“…And that might all be true. But honestly, at this point, after everything we’ve been through, I’m fairly certain all I really want is a good, long, hard, fuck. And it kind of feels like you want the same thing. Is that so wrong?”
Nope. Not at all. But some distant, still functioning synapse in his brain felt compelled to point out, “Still probably not a good idea, though.”
And he couldn’t help but notice her hand? Still on his dick. So, it’d been a miracle he’d even been able to say that much.
She bit her lip. “Seems like the best idea I’ve had in a long time.”
There were probably other arguments he could make. He was sure there were plenty of reasons why they shouldn’t add sex to the mix of crazy they currently had going on. But…
“One night,” he growled. “One night to take the edge off. Then it’s back to business as usual. Deal?”
The quickness with which she nodded her agreement was great for his ego. But that and all other rational thoughts fled when she leaned up and kissed the crap out of him.
Cole kept kissing her as he deadlifted her off the floor (which, she’d admit, was an impressive show of strength), grabbed the remote by the television, and hit a button to disable the cameras in the entire house, not just the living room.
That was good. Very smart. The odds of that footage ever getting out and someone selling a sex tape of her and Cole were slim, but not zero. Just ask Pamela Anderson.
She assumed he’d take her upstairs to bed after that. But he didn’t. Hadley let out a shocked little gasp when he tossed her back down on the mat, his mouth still on hers, his tongue doing absolutely diabolical things to hers.
She broke their kiss just long enough to ask, “Don’t you want to go upstairs?”
“No time,” he muttered, divesting her of her sweatpants—whoa, there went her underwear with them—and top with an efficiency that stole her breath.
She appreciated his urgency. After all, it felt like they’d been dancing around this moment for eons. And he tasted so good. She finally understood what her favorite romance novels meant when they said the hero tasted like pent-up lust and the promise of multiple screaming orgasms.
When she was completely naked, spread out under him like a buffet, he pulled back, breathing ragged, and glanced down the length of her body. “Fuck,” he whispered on a guttural groan. “You’re so damned beautiful.”
The reverence in his tone would’ve brought tears to her eyes if she hadn’t been turned on to the point of pain. But she was, so it didn’t.
She wanted to tell him he was beautiful, too. Even opened her mouth to say so. But the only sound that came out was an inarticulate “unf” when he dipped his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Then he shifted his attention to her other breast while lifting his eyes back to hers.
There was roughly three seconds of intense eye contact before he did some kind of crazy martial arts maneuver on her—one he had not taught her yet—that ended with him flat on his back on the mat and her straddling his face, facing his feet.
OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod…
Hadley didn’t normally get embarrassed during sex. But she was so wet! What if he drowned down there? That would be mortifying! And she couldn’t possibly look her best from this angle.
He grabbed her hips when she threatened to move off him. “Do not move.”
He’d never been that stern with her. It probably shouldn’t turn her on even more. But it did.
She stilled, her pussy mere millimeters above his mouth.
“Jesus,” he said on a groan. “If this view doesn’t kill me, nothing will.”
She couldn’t have responded to that if she wanted to. Words? What were words? Not a single one popped into her head as she stared down at him and saw his perfect, full, soft lips close over her clit.
Her heart pounded a staccato tattoo on her ribcage. Her legs started to tremble as he flicked his tongue over her clit again and again. Noises she’d never made in her life fell from her lips. She could only hope the neighbors didn’t call the cops and report that Cole was killing her.
He was, too. Killing her, that is. Ruining her for all other men because she’d never had one find her clit without instructions. Some failed the task even with detailed directions.
Tomorrow, she’d probably be embarrassed about how easily he was managing to make her lose her mind. But not now. She was too busy feeling to think about anything that didn’t involve oh-God-yes-right-there-harder-faster-more.
“Quit trying to hold your weight off me,” he growled. “Sit the fuck down.”
Well, now that he mentioned it, her thighs were getting kind of tired. And he’d offered and all, so…
She sat the fuck down.
He hummed a deep, satisfied noise that vibrated along her skin as he continued to taste and torment her, sucking and licking, his mouth far more talented than any vibrator she’d ever had. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her back arched as he fucked her expertly with his tongue.
She was so close. All it would take to for her to come all over his face was…
“Come,” he ordered, his tone leaving absolutely zero room for argument. “Now.”
Yep. That’ll do it.
She came so hard she was a little worried her heart might stop and she screamed his name so loud there was a very real possibility the entire neighborhood now knew he wasn’t named Clark. She was definitely going to need some electrolytes when this was all over.
And she was officially ruined for all other men.
Spent and sated, she moved to slide off him, but he gripped her hips. Breath sawing in and out like she’d just run a marathon, she glanced back at him.
“I didn’t say you could go anywhere,” he said. Then he licked the wetness—her wetness—from his lips and gave her a look that could only be described as wolfish. “I’m not done yet.”
Now that she’d had the best orgasm of her life, the sheer arrogance and gall of how he’d been talking to her finally penetrated her sex-soaked brain. Not that she was offended. She wasn’t going to lie; it was hot as fuck.
But that didn’t mean she couldn’t dish it out as well as she could take it.
And take it, she would.
So, with that, she gave him a predatory look of her own, climbed back up to fully straddle his face, leaned down, shoved his sweatpants down past his hips, and wrapped her lips around the biggest, hardest cock she’d ever seen outside of porn.
The pained groan he let out when she sucked him into the back of her throat did amazing things to her libido. So did the fact he wasted zero time putting his tongue—and fingers this time—back to work.
Now that she was ruined for all other men, she’d be damned if she was going to stop before he was officially ruined for all other women.
Let the games begin…