I gasp, but he doesn抰 linger.
His hand slides closer, skimming my thighs, tracing my opening.
揧ou抮e fucking ready, aren抰 you??he whispers. 揘o need to answer. Your body抯 too honest.?
I. Am. Gone.
The thousand searing sensations darting through my body keep my eyes from opening, but I抦 able to whisper back, 揑s that bad??
His free hand combs my hair. 揊uck no. It抯 perfect. You want this as bad as I do. Just hold on to that passion so you can keep up.?
His lips flick mine and he pulls away, leaving me alone. I hear him on the other side of the bed, rummaging around in a drawer, and then a metallic crinkle.
I barely see him glide the condom on his length before he抯 between my legs again, teeth bared as he sinks into me in one slow-burning push.
Crap.
Crap.
He抯 a human battering ram.
I抦 shaking as he fills me, hands pressed against his back, beyond grateful he抯 taking his sweet time. If he抎 gone any faster, I抦 not sure I could take it.
I expect it to hurt with his size, but he抯 so gentle, even as the lust in his eyes makes dark, wild promises.
When I抦 thoroughly stretched and he抯 in to the hilt, pulsing in my depths, he gives me a harsh look with hot, narrowed eyes.
揂rms around me, sweetheart. Hold the hell on,?he urges.
揧eah,?I sigh roughly, my voice cracking, cupping his face with my hand in the last second of peace I抣l know.
Then his hands slide under me, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer, fully engulfing every inch of him as he begins to move.
Thank God someone still has their wits.
Slow, punishing strokes rock me from the inside out.
His massive body moves over mine like a mountain.
I抦 already on the edge, and we抮e barely a dozen strokes in before I feel myself imploding, clenching on his cock, my nails raking his skin.
揅ole, Cole梔on抰 stop!?
And he doesn抰。
His pace only quickens as I become frantic, and his mouth attacks mine, pushing a growl against my tongue as my vision blurs into white-hot stars.
Coming!
I didn抰 know orgasms like the kind Cole Lancaster delivers existed.
To even classify what Derek and the few boys I抎 messed around with before did to me as the same thing feels like a gross insult.
He turns me inside out, crashing through my O, slapping my body against the bed like the churning Pacific plowing the black lava rock on the shores.
I抦 shuddering梐nd I can抰 flipping stop梕ven as I float down from the high with his tongue against mine.
He slows his strokes for a minute, giving me time, but the frenzied darkness in his eyes says he can抰 wait long.
My hand traces his jaw, worshipping his stubble, and I know I don抰 want him to.
揅ole, don抰 hold back. I want you to come inside me,?I whisper, pushing my feet into the backs of his calves, spurring him on.
He doesn抰 need much encouragement.
That glint in his eyes brightens like blue torches, and soon I抦 shocked, plunging up and down on the mattress like a storm pummeling my body.
He could light me on fire with how fast he goes.
He could burn me down right now, and make me fall faster and harder and helplessly.
When he stabs down one more time, anchoring so deep, every chorded muscle flexed like a drawn bow, I抦 gone.
My vision blurs and I taste the guttural thunder rising from his throat as lightning erupts inside me.
Cole Lancaster comes like a force of nature, all raging heat in my depths, pouring himself out so hard his head snaps back in rapture.
I just wonder if I抣l ever come back from this.
A shameless part of me already knows I don抰 want to.
When it抯 over, we lay there, twined together and slick with sweat in our own private world of pillows and spent hearts.
Oh, crap. Crap to the nth power.
That really just happened.
I just fucked my boss.
And I already want to do it again梑ut I need to wrap my head around this first.
Something I can抰 do while he抯 so near, distracting me with his scent and his rock-hard perfection and his storms for eyes that see right through me.
Everything about him mangles my senses.
揑 should go,?I whisper, finding the will to stand on two sore legs and pulling the cover with me. I start scavenging my stuff from the floor梠nly to remember my clothes are still disgustingly wet.
He stands too梥hamelessly comfortable in the nude梑ut with a body like that, why wouldn抰 he be?
揧ou can抰 put that dress back on. You抣l catch a damn cold walking to your room.?He picks up a large t-shirt lying on a chaise in the corner and throws it at me. 揌ere, give it back to me later.?
It抯 crazy how hard it is to fight the instinct to raise his shirt to my nose and inhale.