Cora: Pike just made me come so hard I blacked out. It was with a vibrator and sucking my nipples. Don’t ask how, it just happened. I’m losing my will.
Thankfully, my friends text back immediately.
Stella: Girl, I would ride that orgasm train all the way to happily ever after. When you find a man who can please you, keep him around.
Greer: Did you make him come in return?
Cora: He won’t let me touch him. But I did watch him jack off in the shower. It was so fucking hot.
Stella: Did you see his cock?
Cora: No, his back was toward me.
Stella: Damn.
Cora: I don’t think I can hold out much longer. We need to get rid of him. Stella, I hope your plan is formulated.
Stella: Coming together, but I fear you’ll regret it.
Cora: At this point, I need him out or I’m going to get lost in another man, and I don’t want that. I can’t get lost in someone else.
The bathroom door opens and Pike walks out in nothing but a towel around his waist. Droplets of water slide down over the curves and divots of his beautifully sculpted chest.
Yes, please.
Just remove the towel now.
When his eyes meet mine, he says, “Next time, I’ll be sure to lock the door.”
I gasp and say, “You knew I was in there?”
He walks up to me and pushes me back on the bed. Eyes connected with mine, he says, “I can sense those gorgeous eyes on me everywhere.”
“Gorgeous?” I ask, struggling to catch my breath from his proximity.
“Yes, gorgeous.” His hand falls to my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. “These eyes haunt me. They consume my thoughts all day long. And when I get home, you might not think they do, but they welcome me, making me feel so goddamn warm inside.”
I can’t catch my breath. My heart beats so fast, it bruises against my ribs, sending a jolt of pain through my chest.
The honesty.
The warmth.
The confusion.
It all hits me at once, and before I can even think about a response, he pushes off the bed and goes back to the bathroom with a pair of boxer briefs in hand.
For the rest of the night, we don’t talk. He reads and I mindlessly play games on my phone until it’s time to turn off the light. I sneak under the covers and he slips in behind me. I turn away from him. He scoots in close.
I hold my breath.
He moves in even closer.
I prepare myself for his touch.
For a wandering hand.
But then he curls in close, his large body offering comfort as he whispers in my ear, “Good night, Coraline.”
The softness of his voice pulls me in closer and I lean against him as he shares my pillow with me.
His hand falls to my bare stomach, and the light touch causes an involuntary tremor to pulse between my legs.
Please don’t get aroused, body. Not again, not when I should be figuring out ways to drive this man away.
But when his hand slides under my top and grips my breast, I moan quietly. His palm encompasses my roundness, and he offers the lightest of squeezes, just enough for me to react by pressing my butt against his crotch.
His response—his fingers find my nipple and twist and pull on it until I’m rolling to my back, giving him better access. When I look up at him, I find him smiling with satisfaction.
He has me right where he wants me.
And no matter how much of a fight I put up, I know there’s no mercy in sight.
“I’m so goddamn turned on,” I admit. “I’m throbbing, Pike.”
“Then let’s take care of that for you.”
He reaches behind him and pulls the wand out again. But this time, I shimmy out of my shorts and spread my legs for him. He presses his lips to my neck and drags them along my skin, murmuring how stunning I am with his sexy, deep rumble. God, I love his voice. His accent. He plays my body as if it’s his own personal instrument, knowing exactly when and where to pluck, rub, and squeeze, making me come once again on his terms.
Chapter Thirteen
PIKE
Cora bites the corner of her lip, and I see it in her eyes, she’s about to come.
“I have to get to work,” I whisper to her as she writhes in bed.
“Don’t stop. Please, Pike. Please don’t stop.”
And I don’t, because, fuck, I want to see her come one more time. I want to hear her call out my name. I want to drag my fingers over her pussy and taste her so when I’m at work, I can remember just how goddamn sexy she is.
I move the wand farther down and then back up over her slit, tracing circles. I found out last night that this little maneuver drives her crazy.