Perfect Fling (Serendipity's Finest 2) - Page 64

Her soft, silky tank fell lower, exposing mouthwatering cleavage.

“Well what?” He’d totally lost the thread of conversation.

Erin’s gaze fell to her chest before she raised her gaze to his once more. “You’re such a man,” she muttered, but with cheeky laughter, not anger, in her voice.

That’s all she needed to do in order to completely disarm him and make him putty in her hands. “Something wrong with that?” he asked, suddenly feeling equally playful.

She raked her gaze over him, the same awareness he’d seen when she walked out of the bathroom flaring there now. “Nope, nothing wrong at all.”

Her words and teasing tone poked at him, and with a low growl he pulled her beneath him on the bed. She stared up at him with those eyes he could drown in.

“You’re dangerous, Cole Sanders,” she said, reaching up and brushing his hair off his forehead.

She didn’t know the half of it. “Never intentionally, not to you.”

Before she could reply or he could get himself in any more trouble, he sealed his mouth over hers, effectively ending all conversation.

She moaned and slid her fingers into his hair, holding him in place. Another surprise. This woman who clearly didn’t know from one-night stands four months ago was now his equal in the bedroom. Damned if that didn’t turn him on even more.

And when she hooked a leg around his, locking him in place, he let her, but by no means did he intend to be passive in this exchange. He ground his hips into hers, as he thrust his tongue in and around her mouth, working her into a writhing frenzy of want.

She turned her head to the side and nipped his earlobe. “I need you inside me,” she said, following the small bite with a loving lap of her tongue.

His cock swelled and hardened. “Jesus,” he muttered, his entire body shaking too.

It didn’t take long to strip her of her flimsy top and shorts, discovering she was bare beneath. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

With a laugh, she went to unzip his fly, but he stilled her hand. “I’ve got it.” If he let her try to pull the zipper over him now, he’d lose it for sure.

He rose and stripped fast, returning to the bed and coming over her in one swift move. She reached for his erection but he grabbed her wrist, pinning it over her head. “No touch

ing,” he said through clenched teeth. “Not if you meant it when you said you need me inside you.”

At his words, a soft moan escaped her lips and she arched her hips upward, her damp heat coming into direct contact with his aching shaft.

He met her clouded gaze, enjoying the depth of need reflected there. “Other hand over your head too,” he said.

Eyes wide, she obeyed.

“Now keep them there so I can focus on not coming until you do.” He slid his cock over her clit and her eyelids fluttered closed.

Happy to have her break that emotional connection threatening to pull him under, he chose that moment to plunge deep into her hot channel.

“Oh, Cole.”

She moaned his name, and as her body throbbed and clenched around him, he felt more than the physical connection of their bodies. Emotion welled in his chest, a thick, heavy, and unfamiliar sensation beating at him from inside out. He knew the feeling, recognized it despite it being both unfamiliar and unwanted.

And he refused to give it a name.

Instead he concentrated on the movement of their bodies, the singular act of seeking release. That was easy—but Erin wasn’t.

And being Erin, she took him out of his comfort zone, by burying her face between his neck and shoulder, where he felt her hot breath against his skin, her lips pressing warm, wet kisses to his flesh.

Her softness called to him, beckoned to that part of him he kept cold and encased in ice. She stole his ability to remain detached by keeping his focus not on the pounding thrusting of their bodies but on them. He wanted more of her. All of her. He was driven to own, to possess. His cock full to bursting, he pressed harder, plunged deeper, and must have hit her sweet spot because she threw her head back and moaned.

“God, do that again.” Her hips shifted and urged him on.

He forced his eyes open. Her arms remained above her head, her skin was flushed a pretty pink, eyes dilated, lips swollen, and he couldn’t resist her plea.

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