Part 17 (1/2)

”You aren't damaged, babe. In spite of such an influence in your life, you've turned out quite gorgeous.”

”You think?”

He flicked the tip of her nose. ”I know.”

She encircled his neck with her arms, threading her fingers into his hair. The sun had bleached some strands, turning them almost white. ”Your hair is getting long, soldier.”

”Yes, it looks kind of sloppy. It's just that these last months I've been too preoccupied with a certain spitfire.”

”I doubt the buzz cut would be any good for holding on to you when you f.u.c.k me with that talented mouth of yours.”

A snort escaped him. ”As if you'd need to hold me by my hair to keep me between your legs.”

”True,” she a.s.sented with a half smile while he brushed his thumb over her lower lip. Unable to stop herself, she licked the pad of his finger, and he let out a hoa.r.s.e growl that sent s.h.i.+vers of excitement all over her body.

”Have I told you how much I love your mouth? These red, glistening lips alone are responsible for more lost time on the job than I care to count. The library would have been finished weeks ago if I could have managed to stop daydreaming about them. About you. You're too d.a.m.n distracting.” His warm eyes looked at her with such a mixture of tenderness and hunger it startled her.

He softly kissed the corner of her mouth, then trailed his lips down to torment her throat, moving his hands all over her upper body. By the time he'd finished licking and sucking her nipples, she was shaking with need. Not that he was in better shape. His ma.s.sive erection was wedged between her folds, pulsing and twitching, his expression tight with l.u.s.t.

Suddenly he moved aside, got out of the water, and spread his gorgeous body on the wooden deck.

His eyes glittered with desire. ”Come here and ride me, sweet thing.”

She looked around. ”You want me to jump out of the tub and come ride you?” He nodded. ”Why don't you come back in here and f.u.c.k me?”

”Feeling shy?”

”You bet. Anyone could be watching us,” she replied.

”This place is secluded. No one can see us,” he said as he motioned with a very arrogant finger for her to come to him.

Christy so didn't want to give him the satisfaction of her coming to him, but she was burning up, her p.u.s.s.y flexing, her nipples so hard they hurt. She stood up. ”I guess you should know. You must f.u.c.k all your dates in the tub, so of course you must have checked that your intimacy is protected.”

His gaze never left hers. ”I never bring women to my place. Too complicated.”

That froze her. ”And me?”

”You?” He shrugged. ”Not complicated.”

And that said it all. She felt a small pang in her stomach. She didn't even count as a fling. Not that she wanted to, she reminded herself. This was meaningless s.e.x, nothing more, nothing less, and she should keep that in mind before things got out of hand and the man broke her heart.

”Come on, babe,” he continued, seeming totally unaware of the implications of his little comment.

She forced herself to shake his words out of her head. He was right. They had an agreement, and everyone here was getting what they wanted. She was getting s.e.x. He was getting a no-groupies buffer zone around him.

As she straddled him, he rolled them over. ”On a second thought,” he said, trailing down and forcing her legs open. ”You didn't let me eat earlier and I'm hungry.”

He kissed her core as if it were her mouth, deeply and thoroughly, claiming every inch of it with his talented tongue and lips, holding her by her a.s.s and lifting her up to grant him more access while she sobbed and writhed and he held her tight, making appreciative sounds, driving her desire higher and higher. When he fastened his lips around her c.l.i.t and began sucking, she was as good as gone. Her back arched, and with a ragged cry she came in his mouth.

”Yum,” he said against her lips, the smell of her all over him, and then rolled them over again, grinning at her. ”Now you can ride me.”

Cole took himself in hand and rubbed the tip of his d.i.c.k on her tender folds as she lowered herself onto him.

”You feel like heaven, baby. I'm addicted to having your bare flesh around me. I can't get enough.”

Her hands on his pecs, she began riding him slowly while her depths accommodated his ma.s.sive presence. She could feel the blood pulsing in his c.o.c.k, shooting arrows of need all over her, and soon her desire was reignited.

She might be on top, but as always, Cole was the one f.u.c.king her, thrusting up, gripping her thighs to ensure he set the pace. And she loved it.

She opened her eyes and saw his hungry gaze on her body.

”You are so f.u.c.king beautiful,” he said, reaching for her, his fingers trailing over her chest and teasing her nipples. Caressing her as if he...cared for her.

For some reason that ticked her off. ”You don't have to lie to me. I know what I am.”

He stilled. ”And what's that, sweetheart?”

Defective.

”Not totally up to standards.”

Slap! She felt the sting of his hand on her a.s.s, radiating straight to her c.l.i.t, actually. ”I told you not to do that again.”

Trying to ignore the way her c.l.i.t throbbed, she snorted. ”Do what? I know what I-”

Another slap. This one harder. She sucked her breath in.

He jolted upward against her, his eyes blazing with some emotion she couldn't decipher. He pulled at her hair, tilting her head back, forcing her to meet his stare. ”Don't you dare. I won't let you put yourself down, you hear me? Next time I'll turn you over my knee and spank that pretty a.s.s. And it won't be a spanking you'll enjoy. Are we clear?” His hips slammed against her, harder and faster than before. Dazzled from the pleasure and his forcefulness, she could do nothing but nod.

”Now that we understand each other, I want you to come. Now,” he ordered as he plunged inside her and, arms wrapped around her torso, ground his pelvis against her. She lost it on the spot, as if her body could not not follow his commands.

Before she'd come down from that powerful release, Cole had stood and was walking toward the house, still painfully hard inside her.

”What-”

”You managed to p.i.s.s me off, sweetheart. Be ready to work out all this anger on your knees.”

He went searching for her and found her sitting on his outer deck, chin on her knees. She was wearing one of his old pajama tops, and his chest clenched at the sight. He liked her naked, but if she insisted on dressing, seeing her in his clothes was the next best thing.

Christy hadn't noticed him closing in, for she was looking into the distance across the lake.

As he sat on the chair near her, she turned to him but didn't say anything.

”Did I already weird you out?” After all, not everyone went for his special brand of s.e.x. Most women didn't appreciate being pounded into a bed for hours, much less restrained or overpowered. Not to mention that before they got to the bed part last night, he'd f.u.c.ked her bent over the sofa, hard, sideways from a mirror, her hair wrapped around his fist to force her to watch the show. Then he'd pushed her to her knees and come, shoved deep in her throat. He'd been so mad hearing her derisive comments about herself that he'd needed to show her how she affected him. How he went insane with l.u.s.t for her.