More to the point, I’m missing out on seeing it!
When they got to his door, he reached around her and turned the doorknob. He had obviously left it unlocked while he had been upstairs. As he pushed it open, Rachel’s eyes zoomed in on the door, wooden side table, and wall. Suddenly, she found all the oxygen had left her lungs.
Where? Where is he going to take me?
“Three steps forward, eyes front.”
His commanding rumble penetrated her thoughts. In heightened anticipation, she licked her lips and made her feet move. Three steps in, she heard the door shut behind her before a large hand immediately grabbed her right forearm and spun her around.
With her breath stuck in her throat, her eyes found Cole’s as he yanked her to him. He marched her backward until her ass hit the side table. Reaching around her, he swept his arm across it, and several things—she couldn’t have said what they were—clattered to the ground.
His eyes, blistering and possessive, riveted hers as he gripped her hips and hitched her up on the table, pushing his way between her thighs. With a hand around her waist, he pulled her close to him and crushed his mouth down on top of hers.
Parting her lips on a guttural moan, Rachel gripped his shoulders while he continued to press himself directly against her heated core. He squeezed her waist and then trailed his left hand down to her naked calf. He slid it back up over her knee and moved effortlessly under her skirt. His fingers burrowed deeper between her bare upper thighs, urging them further apart.
Raising his hungry mouth away from her, he kept his eyes on hers as he drew her knees wide. Following his lead, Rachel spread her legs without uttering a word. When he took his other arm from around her waist and slid it up her other leg, Rachel leaned back against the wall and let her eyes slide closed in ecstasy.
Pushing the skirt up and out of his way, he slid his large palms around to her naked hips, letting out a low curse. Her eyes flew open as he gripped her tightly and tugged her right to the edge of the table. Clenching his jaw, he removed his hand from her waist to fist his cock. He lined himself up, and with one solid thrust, he finally slid deep inside her.
With a loud moan, Rachel cried out as he wrapped his right arm back around her waist. Gripping her leg in his other hand, he hitched it up and over his naked ass. Not releasing her from his molten gaze, he flexed his hips, and as the force of his thrust pushed into her, Rachel felt the wall behind her. With her skirt rucked up around them, Cole’s muscles strained and bunched as he pounded into her.
As her eyes slid closed, Rachel’s last thought was that she was losing her mind. Enjoying the ride, she held on for dear life.
Cole’s cock had found heaven, and it never planned to leave.
As Rachel sat, spread wide apart on his foyer side table, he couldn’t help the way he went at her like a starving man.
With her skirt up around her waist and those prim little shoes thumping against his ass with every thrust he made, his brain was telling him that this was everything he had ever wanted. As he continued to power into her, he wanted to scream, Mine, mine! You are fucking mine!
He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders, and he welcomed the pain as he quickly found himself losing his grip on reality. He moved the hand around her waist to slide in under her skirt. Tightly squeezing her bare ass, Cole lifted her up to get his other hand under her as well. Once he had a firm grasp on both her ass cheeks, he quickly pulled her down onto his cock, and then he stilled, waiting for her to open her eyes.
It didn’t take long. The minute she realized he had stopped moving, her eyes snapped open, and he nodded once.
“I just wanted to make sure I had your attention and that we are now clear about me wanting you here.”
With that, he crushed his mouth back down on top of hers. He pulled out of her slowly and then tugged her hips forward, sliding back inside. Penetrating her deeper than before, she cried out against his lips while Cole firmly held on to her ass. Her thighs clenched around his hips as she pulled herself forward to meet every thrust. Using his cock in the most delicious way, she got closer and closer to that moment when—
Her eyes flew open, locking with his, as he felt her pussy grip him like a hot silk fist. She screamed his name, and that was all he had been waiting for. Cole steadied his legs and then hammered into her as her fingers came down over his chest, tracing the outline of the wolf tattooed on his pec.
Her sultry eyes came up to meet his, and while his hot cock pounded inside her, the sex bomb arched her brow. Licking her glistening lips, she gave him a smile so full of sex. He almost cried as she reached out and twisted hard on one of his nipple piercings. Clenching her ass, Cole threw his head back and came with a loud shout as he thought to himself, Who the fuck won that round?
11
Rachel stood barefoot in front of a glass sliding door that opened out onto a balcony. The night had closed in on downtown Chicago, and lights were twinkling in the distance on the lake.
Cole had told her to make herself at home as he had walked down to his bedroom to put on some clothes. He probably meant a three-piece suit, Rachel thought, feeling a mischievous laugh leave her swollen lips. It’s not that she was complaining about anything because when that suit came off…Wow. Just wow.
The man was a walking contradiction. During the day, he was completely put together, not a single blond hair out of place, but after hours, she was finding that there was a lot more to Cole than she had originally suspected. The tattoos, five in total as far as she was aware, were enough of a shock, but the piercings were what made Rachel’s mind spin.
“I brought something more comfortable for you to change into, only if you would like, of course.”
His persuasive deep voice broke through the silence. He sounded closer to her than she had expected. Rachel steeled herself for what she would find as she looked over her shoulder. In the middle of his living room, he was standing behind her, dressed in a simple white cotton tee and an expensive pair of jeans that fit his long, lean legs perfectly.
Damn it! Even in jeans, the man has me thinking dirty, salacious thoughts.
Her eyes moved to his arm extended out to her, and she saw he was holding a white shirt. Walking toward him, Rachel let her tongue come out to touch her abused top lip. When she was standing directly in front of his raised arm, she fingered the cool material. Bringing her eyes back to his, she questioned, “Just a shirt?”
As she took it from him, he moved to stand behind her. She felt his hand softly graze her back as he swept her hair over her shoulder. Slipping his fingers into the top of her dress, he methodically undid the hook-and-eye clasp and unzipped her zipper.
“It’s not just a shirt. It’s my shirt,” he admitted against the base of her neck with a soft kiss. He lifted the left strap off her shoulder and drew it down over her arm. Running one of his fingers down her spine, he continued, “I want you to wear something that is mine.”
Rachel looked over her now bare shoulder and met his covetous gaze. “Is that so?”
His lips tugged into his version of a grin as he leaned forward and kissed her. “It is.”
Facing forward, Rachel reached up to remove her other strap and slid it down, letting the dress fall over her waist to pool at her feet. She was about to put on the shirt when Cole stepped around in front of her.
He fingered the front clasp of the only remaining scrap of lace on her. Raising his eyes to hers, he deftly unsnapped the bra and parted it. He permitted himself to look down at her as he discarded the bra on the ground.