She didn’t know what possessed her to do it, but suddenly it was the most natural thing in the world to drop to her knees and put her mouth over him.
“What the hell are you doing now, Anna?”
His words were hard, but his fingers had already threaded through her hair. Who would have thought that she had it in her to turn a man like Cole inside out? Certainly not her. And, judging by his response to the slow swirl of her tongue under the rim of his head, the way he groaned like a man who couldn’t believe he was giving in rather than leading their dance, definitely not him.
She would have smiled around his shaft if she’d been able to, but he was more than a mouthful and her jaw was opened as wide as it could go, her lips completely stretched around his beautiful penis.
She suctioned him deeply before letting him go with a loud pop. Licking her lips, she looked up at him mischievously.
“Just what it looks like. I’m sucking my husband’s cock. And enjoying myself immensely.”
His large hands came under her so fast she didn’t have time to react. “Bedroom.”
“Through the kitchen.”
Her drapes were closed, but they were fairly sheer and she knew someone might see Cole carrying her through the house, their pants partially undone.
But as he held her against his chest, and she pressed her palm to the strong, steady beat of his heart, she simply didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was making love to her husband. The fact that it was only a temporary marriage made her even hungrier for him, made her want to squeeze every second of pleasure out of being with him.
“Don’t forget our deal.”
“Which one?”
She pressed a kiss to his Adam’s apple. “The one where you make me come so hard I black out.”
He dropped her onto her bed. “Get those clothes off before I rip them off.”
She tried her best, but it wasn’t easy to focus on herself when he was revealing his perfect, muscular body as one piece of clothing after another fell to the floor. She was still trying to get her jeans off when he came at her and yanked them off. Her shirt was next, the rending of the thin silk the only sound in the room apart from their heavy panting.
“So damn gorgeous.” His mouth came down over her belly, his tongue dipping against the small indentation. “So damn soft.” One quick yank and her panties were gone. “So damn sweet.”
And then his tongue was there, licking, tasting, teasing, swirling, and she was arching into his mouth, already so aroused that it took nothing more than the pressure of his lips around her clit and the smallest suction to send her flying over the edge.
She was still flying when he came over her and pressed her thighs further apart with his knees.
But her orgasm hadn’t taken the edge off her need. It had only made her hungrier, more desperate for Cole.
Not to mention slightly disappointed that he hadn’t let her finish what she’d started, on her knees, with her mouth and hands on him.
“I wanted you to come in my mouth, Cole.”
Using his surprise to her advantage, she used every ounce of strength she had to twist and roll them over so that he was the one on his back looking up at her. He gripped her hips and tried to lift her over his shaft. The head of his penis slipped just inside her slick opening and it felt good, so incredibly good that she almost gave in to his lead.
But something had snapped inside Anna in the car on the way to the hospital, when she’d realized that Cole had lied to her. Or maybe it was before that, when he’d tapped into her secret desires in his bedroom.
She was sick and tired of letting everyone else take the lead in her life.
From here on out, she was taking charge.
“Here’s how it’s going to be,” she said in a deadly serious voice. “You are going to let go of me and I am going to finish what I started in my foyer.”
His fingers tightened on her hips.
“Later, Anna. I need to be inside you. Now.”
His demanding words caused a new flood of arousal to pool between her legs.
No, damn it. She was going to hold firm, for once!
“Move your hands, Cole.”
His cock twitched against her and she almost sank down onto him out of pure feminine instinct, but then he said, “Yes, ma’am.”
She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her skin even after he’d removed them.
“Put them above your head and keep them there until I tell you otherwise.”
He didn’t move for a long moment and she felt a smile move on her lips. She’d never played with anyone like this in bed, had never fought for dominance with a man, had never even known the need to be on top.
And in charge.
“This won’t happen again, Anna. So you’d better enjoy the hell out of it.”
“Oh, yes, it will,” she replied, and then, “And I’m sure planning on it.”
Very reluctantly shifting herself from his groin, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, moving slowly down his chest to the faint dusting of hair over his nipple. She’d never paid much attention to men’s nipples before, but the dark circles on Cole’s chest demanded her attention, her appreciation.
She licked across the already taut tip and it came alive beneath her tongue. He gripped her back, his thumbs working to find her nipples.
She lifted her head from his chest. “I’m going to get something to tie you up pretty soon if you’re not careful.”
His reaction was instantaneous. And fierce. “Like hell. You’re not tying me up.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Wanna bet?”
He groaned and pinched his eyes shut, his hips seeming to move off the bed on their own.
“You’re killing me.”
“Too bad.” She moved up the bed and picked up one of his hands. She wrapped his fingers around a section of her pewter bed frame. “If you need to hold onto something, hold onto this.”
“You’re pushing it, sweetheart.”
She shifted back over him, letting her hair brush over his neck and shoulders and chest, loving the way his muscles rippled in response.
“Ooooh, I’m scared.”
And the fact was, there was a little fear there. Just enough to keep her on the edge of her seat. She had no idea how far he’d let her push him. Just as she had no idea how far she could push.
But boy, was it fun figuring all of that out. Shockingly so.
She swirled her tongue around the nipple she’d thus far neglected and the entire bed moved and groaned as he gripped at the bed frame with both hands. Using her tongue to guide her explorations, she roamed down his body, tasting the indentations between his incredible abdominal muscles.
Every muscle, every sinew, every tendon was tensed.
“Seems like you’re having a hard time relaxing,” she murmured against the dark line of hair that trailed from his belly button down towards his cock. “I’m thinking maybe I should blindfold you.”
When his growl came, she didn’t bother hiding her smile of pure feminine pleasure. How had she gone this long without knowing the thrill of holding a man sexually captive?
It was beyond incredible.
“You don’t like that idea very much, do you, Cole?”
“You have no idea how close you are to the edge, sweet Anna.”
The unveiled threat in his voice sent a wave of intense desire through her. “Close enough to make you black out, I hope.”
She knew he would try to grab her. But before he could, she opened her mouth wide and sucked his cock inside. Using what she’d learned the previous night about bypassing her gag reflex, she tilted her neck slightly and relaxed the tight muscles until her nose was pressed into his pelvic bone.
She was mesmerized by his taste—his pre-come was salty and sweet all at the same—and his scent. So clean, so distinctive. Again and again, she took the long, thick length of his shaft into her mouth and throat, working the base with her hand on every outward thrust.