Chapter 24
Cole had lived through wars, torture, captivity behind enemy lines, and exploding roadside bombs. None of it kept him down for long.
But he now knew there was no coming back from Hadley.
His senses were overloaded. The hot, sweet taste of her on his tongue, the slide of her soft skin against his, the weight of her pressing him into the padding of the exercise mat, the wet heat of her mouth as she sucked him into the back of her throat…
fucking hell. Did hearts explode? Was that a thing? He was starting to worry that it was.
He’d had blow jobs before. He wasn’t even new to this position.
But he couldn’t remember it ever being like this.
Her fucking mouth was magic. There was no other explanation.
He could spend days, weeks, months right here, bringing this woman to orgasm on his tongue and fingers while she sucked him—oh, fuck, yes!
Just like that, baby—with the perfect amount of pressure.
But he wasn’t going to last minutes, let alone days, weeks, or months like this. He was going to come. No, he needed to come. And he’d be damned if he was going to come in her mouth their first time together.
Correction: their only time together.
So, he did the gentlemanly thing and flipped their positions again so that she was flat on her back under him. Her wide, glazed eyes stared up at him, confused, obviously wondering what the hell was going on.
He threaded his fingers into her hair and kissed her. Hard. Possessive. Then slid his lips down her neck, pausing to give her shoulder a little nip. “Condom?”
“I have an IUD,” she whispered. “No STIs.”
“I haven’t had sex in, I don’t know, maybe five years? But I didn’t have any STIs when I was tested then.”
Her brow furrowed. “How have you not had sex in five years? Have you seen you?”
“Do you want to talk about my sexual history, or do you want me to fuck you?”
Her lips pursed primly. “Fuck me, please.”
Yes, ma’am.
“No condom,” she added.
Fuuuccckkk.
If he lasted two minutes inside her, it’d be a miracle.
She licked her lips as she watched him rip his shirt over his head and toss it aside. Shucking his sweats required a little more maneuvering but didn’t slow him down too much.
He was concentrating so hard on getting naked fast that he was totally unprepared when she rolled over and straddled him. “You don’t mind if I’m on top, do you?”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he said on a pained groan as she wrapped her hand around his cock and positioned him between her legs.
Then she sank down on him and he thought, yep. This is definitely how I die.
And what a way to go…
Oh, thank fuck it fits.
Logically, she’d known it would fit. Women gave birth, for fuck’s sake. No cock was actually too big. But the way it’d filled her mouth had definitely given her pause.
When she was fully seated—and filled to the fucking brim—his gaze went dark and damn near feral. She’d probably have bruises in the shape of his fingertips on her hips the next day.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She grabbed his shoulders for leverage and started to move. Her name fell from his lips, and she couldn’t remember a time in her life that anyone had said her name like that. The mix of yearning and pain and awe in his voice squeezed her heart.
But then he shifted his hands from her hips to her breasts, and her train of thought went totally off the rails. Then he jackknifed up and sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“Yes,” she moaned, rocking her hips and arching her back. “Nothing has ever felt as good as this—as your cock inside me.”
He thrust up harder and faster. She lost her rhythm, but it didn’t matter. He completely controlled their pace now, even though she was on top. He closed his teeth around her nipple and bit down gently, but not too gently. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain to break her.
She came, again, so hard she saw stars. Every muscle in her body contracted and tensed. She was probably dehydrated. So dehydrated, in fact, that she might never come again. Weak, limp, and totally sated, she slumped over onto the mat next to him.
But the fact that she’d come twice and he hadn’t even come once didn’t slow Cole down in the slightest. Because before the last vestiges of her orgasm had even faded, he flipped her over, hoisted her up to her hands and knees, and slammed back into her from behind.
And just like that, she found her second wind and started to think she actually could come again.
“Harder!” she moaned.
Cole had never let her down and he certainly didn’t seem inclined to start now, because he started to fuck her so hard her breasts were practically smacking her in the face with each thrust, which shouldn’t have been sexy, but was.
He groaned. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His fingers dug into her hips again. “And so fucking wet.”
Of that she had no doubt. She was well on her way to a third orgasm.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, and fuck, he looked good.
Tightened jaw, corded neck muscles, eyes moving over her body like he was memorizing every line (and with his memory, he probably was)…
it was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life.
It made her feel so cherished. So desired. So powerful.
He had to be close to losing control. After all, he hadn’t had sex in years. She opened her mouth to tell him to go ahead and let go. There was no need to try and prolong anything for her pleasure.
But that and all other thought evaporated when he reached around and slid his fingers over her clit again. All she could do at that point was drop her forehead to the mat, push back against him as hard as she could, and let pleasure take complete control of her mind, body, and soul.
It didn’t take long for her elbows and knees to crumple. Cole wrapped an arm around her waist and hauled her back up against him, supporting all her weight as he rode her harder and faster than anyone ever had until she was nothing but a moaning, sobbing puddle of need.
And still, he didn’t take pity on her. He just went harder and faster, slamming into her again and again. She couldn’t come, though. Not again. Her orgasm remained elusive, just out of her reach. She teetered on the edge several times but couldn’t quite make it over.
Until he leaned down and bit the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. She was so shocked (and turned on) that she came again, even harder than the first time. Or the second.
And that was all it took for Cole’s control to finally snap. He buried his head in her hair and came with a possessive, feral growl that would’ve made her come again if she wasn’t so damn dehydrated.
They stayed that way for a long, long time—wrapped around each other, sweat drying on their skin, breathing labored—before Cole rolled off her and flopped onto his back at her side.
But apparently, he wasn’t happy with even that much distance between them, because he grabbed her and rolled her on top of him so that she was sprawled limply across his chest.
“Wow,” she whispered as he trailed his fingertips up and down her spine.
He grunted. “Yeah.”
“That was the best one-night stand ever. It was also my only one-night stand,” she admitted. “But still.”
After a loaded silence where she could practically hear the wheels in his head turning, he said, “We should probably clarify some of the finer points of that agreement.”
The bottom dropped out of her stomach. Hell. Was he going to remind her that she promised not to get too attached to him and that he didn’t do relationships? After she came on his tongue?! Ugh! How awful!
She swallowed hard. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I mean, we did say one night, not one time.” He fisted his hand in her hair and gave it a gentle tug, so she was forced to meet his gaze. “And it’s still nighttime. So, technically, we can do whatever we want until tomorrow.”
It took a second, but his meaning finally seeped into her brain. Surely, he was kidding. She expected him to burst out laughing at any moment. But he didn’t.
He was serious. In fact…was that his cock poking her in the stomach, or was he just happy to see her?
“Well…”—another hard swallow—"…an agreement is an agreement. And I’m nothing if not a woman of my word.”
Then the world flipped upside down as he stood up, hauling her up with him, and tossed her over his shoulder. He swatted her ass. Hard. “Let’s try the bed this time,” he said.
But they didn’t make it to the bed. They made it to the kitchen table. And she’d never again be able to look at a table with innocent eyes again.
Totally. Worth. It.