Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, and when she parted her lips, he ran his tongue along her bottom one, teasing her. As her nails bit into his arms, he sucked on her lip and then released it. Finally, he slid his tongue deep inside to rub against hers. As she sighed against his mouth, her eyes closed, and he felt her right palm slide down his arm until it gently landed on his waist.
Angling his head to the side, he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss. He groaned when he felt her tongue chase his back into his mouth. He loved this aggressive side of her that simmered under the surface. As she pushed closer against him, he felt that sneaky right hand of hers smooth around his back to the top of his black swim shorts.
Lifting his mouth from hers, he opened his eyes. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Silently, she curled her nails into the top of the elastic and dragged it down until his left ass cheek was bare. She scraped her nails up and over his cool flesh before grabbing him tightly, pulling him as close as she could against herself.
Clenching his jaw, Cole brought up his left palm to her covered breast where he cupped her and squeezed, pushing it up, as he pressed his cock in closer to her. He could feel her breathing coming quicker as she remained completely focused on him. One set of her nails dug into his arm while the other set gripped his ass.
“I want to see,” she finally said.
Cole rubbed her breast through the material again as his other arm held her immobile. “You want to see what?”
Blue eyes zeroed in on his mouth as Rachel told him fearlessly, “I want to see your other piercing. I want to see what is mine for the week.”
Rachel was losing her mind if she thought she was the one making demands. But damn, his ass is hard as a rock, she thought as she gave it another squeeze while she waited for his answer.
His expression right now could only be described as ravenous. He released her and took a step back, watching her intently. Rachel was just about to give up, thinking she would be denied.
Then, he sensuously instructed, “Take off my swim shorts.”
Caught up in the sexual energy swirling around them, she took a step forward, and without thinking, she reached out to slip her fingers into the elastic. That was when his hands came out and gripped her wrists. Looking up at him with questioning eyes, she was about to ask what the problem was.
“On your knees,” he added.
Feeling thrilled at the order, she lowered herself in front of him, and when she was eye-level with his impressive hard-on, she stroked her finger over the wet material. Making sure she was allowed to do that, she raised her eyes to his, and she almost lost her train of thought from the view above her.
Cole had placed his palms behind his head, and she now had a completely unobstructed view of the tattoo covering his right ribs. It looked like the side profile of a silhouette. Inching upward, her gaze drifted over to the tufts of hair under his arm, which were slightly darker than the hair on his head, and then the writing on each of his arms drew her attention again.
The man is so fucking hot I’m surprised steam isn’t coming off him.
Just as the thought entered her head, he looked down with sharp, intelligent eyes, and Rachel found herself moistening from the look he aimed her way.
“Is there a problem?” he inquired.
His tone was so arrogant that Rachel should have found it annoying, but instead, it made her want to hike up her skirt and beg him to take her. Rather than doing that though, she shook her head and rose up on her knees. Slipping her fingers into his swimwear, she pulled it down over his hips and let them fall to the floor where he stepped out of them. That was when she found herself face-to-face with his very impressive erection and a bold Prince Albert piercing.
Knowing, feeling, and seeing were three totally different experiences, and in this moment, Rachel was paralyzed. The straining hard flesh in front of her was tipped with what looked like a ten-gauge curved stainless steel barbell that was currently glistening from the pool water and a small bead of pre-cum.
Just as she was about to lean forward and flick her tongue over it, she felt a hand cup the back of her head and grip her hair. Cole pulled her head back, so she was looking up at him.
He shook his head at her. “Your request was to see it, and the promise was you could look at it. I believe both have been met.”
As his words penetrated her lust-addled brain, she felt him tug gently on her hair.
“Stand up,” he instructed.
After getting to her feet, she almost stumbled as he walked her back to the wall where he pushed the button beside her for the elevator. That was when it hit Rachel. Oh shit! Roles are reversed. I’m completely clothed, and Cole…well, he is one hundred percent gloriously naked.
As he stood in front of her, pinning her to the wall with his stare, he didn’t seem to notice or care at all.
Cole was barely keeping it together as he waited for the elevator to arrive. He was taking a gamble that no one would be in it, but at this stage, he didn’t really give a shit.
“Uh, you’re naked,” Rachel pointed out cautiously as the elevator arrived.
He couldn’t help the insolent grin that came across his face as she wriggled out from between him and the solid surface. When she scurried into the empty lift, he sauntered in behind her and pushed the button to his floor. He turned to rest against the back wall and tugged her in front of him.
“Good thing this dress has a full skirt then, wouldn’t you say?” He gripped her hips and pulled her back, so her ass was pressed up against his stiff cock. He blew a gentle breath against her ear and smoothed a palm around her to play with the bow at her waist. “What do you have on under this skirt?”
Taking a swift breath, she revealed, “Nothing.”
Cole’s hand tightened on her waist as his cock flexed. He was dying to get inside her. “Really?”
He watched her silky black hair as she nodded.
“You told me to always act like you are above me and about to slide inside me, so I figured you’d prefer nothing in your way.”
She is going to fucking kill me, Cole thought as he felt his chest tighten.
Thank God his condo was only two floors down. When the elevator reached his floor, the doors opened, and he shifted his hand to where the skirt covered her bare mound.
Pressing his palm to it, he promised her, “As soon as we’re inside my front door, I am going to lift this skirt, and I am going to fuck you. Before we get there, is there anything I should know?”
He released his hand and urged her forward into the hall. When he realized she hadn’t yet replied, he asked, “Rachel? Do I need to get protection?”
She finally glanced back over her shoulder. With eyes as dark as a stormy night, she shook her head. “I’m safe and on birth control.”
Watching as her eyes took in his tense body, he pushed off the wall and stepped out of the elevator. He pulled her back against him again.
“Good because I can’t wait to feel you hot and tight around my cock. Now, stick close, would you? I don’t mind the whole floor seeing my ass, but this,” he emphasized, pushing himself hard against her skirt-covered ass, “I’d rather keep between us.”
Breathe. I have to remember to breathe, Rachel told herself over and over as they made their way down the hall. She could feel Cole’s overheated body pressed to every inch of her back, and she was still unable to comprehend that the man was walking down the hall completely naked.