He slipped his hand into the back of her shorts.
“You and these cutoffs, they torture me.” His voice was hoarse as his fingers ran along the curve of her ass cheek. “I know this perfect crescent is here, but these shorts hide all but the idea. All day long, I see this peekaboo of heaven.” He curved his hand under her, fingers sliding not where she needed him. Simply teasing her. “Soaked for me.”
He grabbed her ass with his free hand, guiding her higher on his thigh as he sank his finger into her. She squirmed against his hand, against his thigh, the pressure inside her building.
“No, you don’t,” he demanded. “Your job is to hold on to my shoulders. My job is to learn exactly how to make you scream my name.”
Half of her wanted to argue, but the pounding ache inside her won, and she didn’t bother to fight, just did as he ordered. He added a second finger, almost like a reward, and she cried out. “Yeah, just like that, baby. Use my body to get off.”
Scissoring his fingers, he guided her hips to rock against his denim-clad thigh. Her stomach flipped, and her heart pounded in her ears as he pulled her once again across his leg. She was so close. The pressure swirled deeper and deeper inside her.
“Give me what I want,” he growled as he nipped at her earlobe.
“Corey,” she moaned as her release exploded around her.
“Yes.” His fingers didn’t stop milking her until the last spasms stopped.
She slowly slid off his leg, letting her own feet get under her. Her body was still vibrating, and now they stood fully dressed in her living room. Corey smirked, delighted with himself.
“You good?” he asked, entirely too cocky. God, this man drove her insane.
Taran shook her head, and Corey’s eyes widened.
“You promised I wouldn’t be able to walk, but look at me. Still moving around.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “It’s going to be like that, huh, itty bit?”
“Like what?” She raised an eyebrow as he lifted his shirt and tossed it to the floor.
Holy shit. The man was cut. Her eyes raked down his tight pecs and every wave of his firm abs to the mouth-watering V between his hip bones. The bulge in his jeans implied the V pointed to something that wouldn’t disappoint. She sucked in a hard breath.
“See something good?” He chuckled.
Oh, fine. Let’s play.
She let her fingers drop to the button on her cutoffs. She teased her hand into the waistband, watching his eyes zero in before she popped the fly open. Her shorts and panties hit the ground at the same time.
“You don’t play fair.” He focused on the apex of her thighs, unable to look away for two beats. Then he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. “Couch or wall?” he asked, holding out the foil packet. “Fair warning, with as hard as I plan on fucking you, I might break the couch.”
She locked her knees as her body clenched at the possessive growl in his voice.
“Wall.”
“Hell, yeah.”
He smirked as she took the foil and watched him kick off both shoes and drop his pants. His erection jutted out, and it didn’t disappoint. She opened the foil packet and stepped toward him.
She took him in her hand and gave him a slow tug, pulling a groan from him. Hot, heavy, and thick, she toyed with him.
“As good as that feels, it’s been a year, so this will be over real quick if you keep it up.”
Her gaze shot up to his face. Was he serious? He nodded once and pulled her hand away, taking the condom.
“I don’t do this without a lot of trust, so feel special, shortcake.”
Her heart twisted at his words, and the burn in his eyes seemed too intense. Not sure she was capable of intense, she had to remind him of what this was.
“You promised I’d come so hard I won’t be able to walk—less talking.”