At the same time, he slid his hand down, cupping her between her thighs. Rocki cried out, spreading her legs and rocking against his hand. There was no shyness, no hesitancy. When he pushed a finger inside her slick, hot sex, she was already wet.
Nothing quite replaced the touch of a man’s hands.
It was a fact Rocki had come to accept over the years.
But she hadn’t exactly been prepared for the way she’d react to
Cole’s
hands. As he pushed first one finger inside her aching sex, and then a second, she could already feel it building inside her—the driving, burning hunger...the need to come.
Her breath lodged inside her lungs. Pleas were caught inside. If she could have found the oxygen to beg, she would have. Instead, she caught his head and forced his mouth to hers, trying to tell him that way.
And he heard.
With a rough kiss, a twist of his wrist, and the flick of his thumb over her clitoris, he sent her flying—and although she still couldn’t breathe, she didn’t care.
The bliss of it exploded through her...wave after endless wave, and that was all that mattered. Until he started touching her, and it started all over again.
Dimly, she heard something tear—the condom wrapper. Felt his weight on her. Opening her eyes, she smiled up at him and curled her arms around his neck.
Then he was kissing her again...and she loved every second of it as he spread her thighs wide, loved every second of it as she felt the broad head of his cock nudging against the mouth of her pussy, loved it as he started to push inside.
“So fucking tight,” he muttered against her mouth. “Damn it, Rocki, you’re killing me...”
She shuddered as he pushed deeper, deeper. Then he withdrew and she gasped for air. As he surged forward again, the air dwindled out of her lungs. Although the pleasure was still there, there was a whisper of pain as well. She gripped his arms, her nails biting into his skin. It had been a long time—
a very long time—
He pulled out. She opened her mouth, trying to think, to get her brain and mouth to cooperate. But before she could manage that, he drove in. A harsh, high scream escaped her as he buried himself completely inside her. The pain and pleasure mingled, becoming one. In stunned shock, she stared up at him.
The sound of her scream managed to penetrate the fog of lust, the burn of need. Shaking his head to clear it, Cole braced his arms by her head and stared at Rocki.
Tears glittered in her eyes.
Fuck—
Oh, fuck. He’d hurt her.
“Rocki...”
She gripped his arms. “I...” She licked her lips. “Just give me a minute,” she whispered hoarsely. “It’s been a long time. Give me...”
“Fuck.” He knew it had been a while—and he’d slammed into her like a fucking freight train. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop...I’ll...”
“No.” She brought up her legs, using her knees to squeeze his hips. “You’re not stopping. Just give me a minute.”
“Rocki...”
Her lips curved in a smile as she curled one hand around his neck, tugging him close. “A minute doesn’t mean stop, baby.” Kissing him softly, she rocked against him and whispered, “And you’re not listening to me. I don’t want you stopping. I want you moving. Move already.”
Guilt was choking him. He’d hurt her. Fuck, he’d never hurt a woman in his life, and he’d hurt
her
. With a hand that shook, he brushed her hair back from her face. “I’m sorry.”
Rocki closed her fingers around his wrist, staring at him. “You’ll be even sorrier if you don’t move already...I’m dying here.” She wiggled under him and then—oh, shit, she tightened her inner muscles, milking him.
Sweat trickled down his spine and he shuddered. Sagging against her, he pressed his lips to hers. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
Hell, he hoped not. Lifting his head just a fraction, he stared into her eyes, watching her face as he pulled out. That taunting, teasing smile of hers faded, replaced by a moan when he surged back against her, slower this time. Gentle. And all the while, he watched her.
He could do it forever, he suspected. Forever might not even be long enough. He didn’t even care how insane it sounded, because this woman made him feel complete.
Like a slick, wet, glove, her sex wrapped around him. Like she’d been created from his midnight fantasy, she responded to his every touch, his every move. And when he felt it rising inside her, that building, burgeoning tension, he lifted up onto his elbows, determined to watch her, determined to see her face as she came.
It was still dark when Rocki woke.
Her body ached—every damn inch. It had her smiling, even as she stretched and winced. Slipping out of the bed, she all but ran to the bathroom. There was nothing worse than having to pee at the crack of dawn. Getting out of a nice, warm bed to freeze your butt and everything else off?
Although she didn’t mind so much waking up a little early. Maybe even a lot early.
After she’d washed her hands, she splashed water on her face, and since she hadn’t exactly planned on spending the night, she used her finger to brush her teeth the best she could. It wasn’t ideal, but then again, neither was morning breath. If she’d had any inkling this would happen, she would have tossed some of those little on-the-go toothbrush thingies in her purse.
That done, she turned off the light before she opened the door. If at all possible, Rocki wanted him asleep when she joined him in the bed. There was nothing like waking a man up in a particular way.
The bed was warm, the sheets smelling of them both. It was a scent she decided she liked. A lot. As she snuggled in closer, a grin curved her lips when his arm came around her, an automatic gesture that had her heart melting. She peered at him in the darkness, straining to see his face. His eyes were closed, breathing still soft and easy.
Catching her lip between her teeth, she eased down under the blankets.
Dreaming—
Cole thought, for the briefest second, maybe he was dreaming. He had one hand buried in soft, thick hair, hair long enough to wrap around his wrist...and he’d done that, too, using his grip to guide her head.
Thought for a second he was dreaming, and damned if he wanted to wake up.
But then that wet, hot mouth that had been wrapped around his aching dick let go. The blankets shifted and through the dim light, he watched as Rocki lifted up onto all fours, the light from the street painting her body with silvery strokes.
“Hey.” She smiled at him, then went to lower her head back down.
He groaned at the sight of her mouth wrapping around him. In an act of self-preservation, he tore his gaze away, but what he found himself staring at wasn’t any safer. The mirror. The fucking mirror over his dresser. He could see the graceful line of her back, her ripe ass in the mirror...and just a bit lower, the darker, shadowy cleft of her pussy. His dick jerked demandingly. Swearing, he reached out blindly with his free hand and grabbed at one of the few rubbers left.
The other hand was still fisted in her hair, and without thinking, he tugged her up. Her breath caught. Slowly, she lifted and settled back on her heels, staring at him. Her breathing hitched.
Awareness kicked in and he tugged her hair harder, using it to arch her head back, baring her neck. She whimpered. The sound of it was blissfully, beautifully erotic. He wanted to explore more—something they hadn’t done nearly enough of.
But need was a scream inside him.
Tearing the rubber open, he unrolled it and then he moved, coming up behind Rocki. He nudged her around, staring at her shadowed reflection. Her mouth was open, shaky erratic breaths falling from her lips. With a slow, careful touch, he rested one hand on her shoulder, stroking it downward.
Her eyes rested on his hand.
Then he placed his other hand on her hip.
Rocki fell back against him. When he pushed two fingers inside her pussy, she whimpered. “I like watching myself touch you,” he muttered, staring at their reflections. “You’re so damned gorgeous.”
Rocki panted, rocking her hips against his hand.
“How do you like being touched?”
She groaned. “I don’t think you need my help.” She moved harder, faster against his touch, riding it.
Wet—she was wet, wild...amazing.
Still staring at her, he tested the weight of her breast with his other hand. Warm, full and soft—so damn soft. He squeezed her nipple. “What about here?” He bent his neck, raking his teeth over her shoulder. “You want to be touched here? How?”
“Cole...” she whimpered his name.
“Tell me. Show me.”
She covered his hand with hers. Smaller fingers guided his, and they both watched as she had him squeezing tighter, just a little tighter. And she continued to ride his other hand.
When he felt her tighten around his fingers, though, he pulled away.
Rocki cried out, grasping at his wrist.
He evaded her, lifting his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Then he tangled his hand in her hair and tugged her head back, kissing her. It was rougher, rougher than before, but from under his lashes, he watched her. She shuddered and arched back against him, pressing her ass against his cock.
The top of his head almost came off.
Tearing his mouth away, he rasped, “On your hands and knees, Rocki. I want to watch this.”
“Damn it, you want to kill me.” She shuddered and then eased forward, bracing her weight on her hands, spreading her knees for him. Then she lifted her head, watching him through the mirror.
Cole stared at the round curve of her ass, up over the line of her back, then into the mirror, meeting her eyes. As he gripped her hips in his hands, he watched her. As he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance, he watched.
“Are you sore?” he asked.
Her lashes dipped low. “Just a little. I don’t care.”
He eased backward, pushing his fingers inside. She was slick. Slick and wet, tight, gripping him as he tested her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I want you to fuck me...I don’t care if it hurts a little or not.” Rocki gave him a wicked smile, one that would have turned his blood to lava if she hadn’t already done that.
“Bad girl,” he whispered. “Damn it, why didn’t I ever see the appeal of that before now?”
“Hmm. Maybe because you hadn’t met me?”
He didn’t waste the breath to answer. Staring down, he wrapped his hand around his cock and pressed against her, watching in the dim light as the swollen folds of her sex yielded to him. Hot, slick...so soft it was killing him. He was shuddering by the time he’d buried himself to the hilt, shaking and sweating when he pulled out for the first time. And already almost to boiling point in under thirty seconds.
But he held off, spreading his hands wide over her hips and holding her steady when she tried to drive the rhythm.
When she pressed back against him harder, faster, he tangled his hand in her hair and forced her upright, pulling her body against him. She gasped and stared at their reflections, her eyes dark, her mouth parted. It was the most erotic sight—
“Look at how beautiful you are,” he rasped, stroking a hand down her middle and teasing her clit with his finger as he rocked against her in a slow, teasing circle. “Stop trying to rush this.”
She tightened around him, grasping at his wrist, a startled cry falling from her lips. “Cole, please—damn it,
please
!” She arched her back and those full, beautiful breasts lifted, her nipples swollen and tight. At the same time, she twisted her hips a little, still impaled on his cock.
Swearing, he shifted, pushing her to her knees and then farther, until she was spread out beneath him. He surged against her, hard, fast, driving his dick into her soft, wet pussy and shaking as she cried out his name and started to come.
It was, Cole knew, the sweetest damn thing he’d ever experienced. What he didn’t know was how he’d gone this long without it—or how he’d ever manage to survive without this...without
her
.
Rocki woke to the smell of coffee.
Popping one eye open, she stared at the simple white mug sitting on the bedside table. Then she opened the other eye and saw Cole leaning against the bed, cradling his own coffee.
“Is that cup mine?” she asked blearily.
“Yes. If you want it.”
“I want.” Awkwardly fighting with the sheets, she sat up and reached for it, cupping both hands around it and all but whimpering at the smell. “Caffeine. Gimme. I want.”
Cole laughed.
As she took the first sip, he stroked a hand down her back, combing it through her tangled hair. She was afraid to even look at it just then, afraid to look at herself. He, of course, looked perfect.
“A fellow caffeine junkie.” He grinned at her after she’d polished off most of the first cup.
“Nothing beats caffeine as a wake-me-up. Except maybe sex.” She slid him a smile as she said it.
“Nah. Sex always beats caffeine.” The hand on her back stroked lower, curved around her hip.
Her heart skipped a beat as he sat his cup down and went to his knees. “Speaking of which...”
She needed to wash her face, damn it. She needed to pee. She should probably brush her teeth again. And she was a little sore—
But all he did was rest his head on her thigh and rub his thumb in slow circles over her knee. “How are you feeling?”
“Um...I’m fine.”
If you don’t mind me getting a little choked up here
, she thought. Swallowing around the knot in her throat, she lifted a hand and let herself play with his golden hair. “Stop worrying so much. I’ve had sex before, you know. It just hasn’t been recently.”
“Hmm.” He pressed his lips against her leg. “I just want to make sure. Because I damn sure plan on keeping that first date. And the second.”
“You’re really fixated on that second date, huh?” She managed to get a real smile in place by the time he lifted his head, managed not to look so wishy-washy and sentimental—not even a date, yet,
hello
.