Her sighs and frantic moans tossed fuel on his fire, and he went up in flames. His hands slid under her nightshirt and stroked up her belly, roamed the curve of her ribcage, and came around to savor the plump mound of her bare breast. When he pinched her nipple, she sucked in a breath and arched her back. His mouth found the hard bead, and he licked until she was pulling his hair and writhing beneath him.
“God, Cole.”
All that friction made him so hard he fucking ached. He needed to be inside her. Needed to feel the tightness of her wet heat, needed to fuck her until he could release all the tension wracking his body.
She reached between their bodies, grasped his cock, and squeezed.
“Stop. Touch me, and I’ll come.” He kissed a path down her belly. “Too soon. Let me take care of you first.”
“Why do you get all the fun?” Both hands on his ass, she pulled him to her at the same time she shimmied lower on the bed. “Come here.”
Holy fuck.He lost his fucking mind. With a grip on the headboard, he guided his cock to those pretty pink lips, and the sight of that lush mouth opening for him, that tongue taking a long, slow lick right all around his head, had his hips rocking. She didn’t even flinch, just closed those juicy lips around him and sucked him in deep. Her tongue lavished attention all over his hard length, and he couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into her.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah. Suck harder.” A shower of fiery sparks landed on his skin, and desire twisted hard in his belly. “Suck me. Fuck.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was so beautiful, so lost in lust. Those pink lips worked him, her hands on his ass, drawing him deeper into her throat.
She moaned, and the vibration coaxed a ragged cry out of him.
That was it. He was done-for. “I’m coming. Fuck. Fuck.”
Her grip tightened, and she gazed up at him like she wanted to watch him lose control. He was so lost, so crazed with lust, that he shot his load down her throat. Each contraction sent euphoria flooding into his bloodstream until he nearly blacked out from the extreme pleasure.
When she’d finally sucked every ounce of energy out of him, he slumped face-down on the mattress. “Five minutes and a Gatorade, and I’ll be back in fighting form.”
She crawled up to the pillow and sifted his hair through her fingers. “And here I thought hockey players had stamina.”
Deep into the night, a hot, burning desire roused him. For a bleak moment, he wished more than anything he had Hailey in bed with him. He missed her in the same way he always had, that bottomless sense of loss, that craving for the kind of connection he’d never experienced but knew in his gut existed.
But then he became aware of the weight of her breast in his palm, the scent of her hair, and her warm, soft body mashed against his, and elation streaked through him.
She’s here.
Holy shit. He had her in his bed.
When his cock notched into the crack of her ass, she pushed back, wedging him deeper, and turned her cheek, seeking. They kissed like that, her hugging the pillow, her hips rocking, their bodies growing hotter, needier.
“I want you.” His tongue gave voice to his heart, letting her know through its strokes, through its erotic dance, just how much. “Need you.” Lifting her leg onto his thigh, he slid into her tight, hot channel.
Moaning into his mouth, she tilted her hips, letting him slide in even deeper. All the way, until he was fully sheathed inside her.
And then he was fucking her hard, fast, his hand gripping her hip, holding her in place. Savage need possessed him. The primal urge to mate, to join, to fuse with her body and soul.
She rolled onto her stomach, arms stretched out in front of her, ass pitched high. He mounted her like a fucking animal, slamming back inside where her body clenched around him. She grabbed fistfuls of the pillow, crying out as she met his thrusts, ramming up hard against him and grinding.
It wasn’t enough. Not hard enough, not fast enough. He couldn’t get close enough. He reared over her, cupping her breast, and rubbing his palm over her nipple. His other hand slid between her legs. Jesus, she dripped all over him.
Her cries turned to pants, her back arched, raising her ass even higher, and then she was writhing all over his cock. “Oh, God. Oh, God.Cole.”
And that was all he needed to finally let go. While she shuddered, then went boneless, he grabbed her hips and pounded into her. He fucked her so hard her palms went flat against the headboard.
The moonlight turned her skin molten silver, and her body glowed. Nothing turned him on more than her hourglass shape and jiggling ass cheeks. She was beautiful. She was sexy.
And she’s mine.
Fuck. Hailey Casselton is mine.
He came in hot, explosive bursts, so violent he lost his vision to a deluge of white stars.
It was only when he’d calmed down, and she’d settled back against him, that he realized his fatal error.