“Perfection,” he breathed.
“Not perfection.” I blushed, busying myself undoing his shirt. “There are always flaws if you look hard enough.”
Cole opened his mouth to argue but I swallowed his words with a kiss, tangling my fingers in his hair. My blood red nails were a shock of color against his sandy tones. I tightened my grip on the silky strands, tugging him forward to eat at his lips.
He groaned, his hips circling as he returned my caresses, shaping his hands along the curve of my spine. He tapped out a delicious dance and I ached for those long fingers to pluck at my breasts, imagining their coarseness against nipples. I arched forward, eager for his touch.
“Relax.” Cole settled his hands on my hips, holding me still.
“I can’t.” I wanted this bad. Wanted it now. I pushed his shirt from his shoulders, revealing tanned skin that dipped and curved into secret shadows.
“Let me see if I can’t help you loosen up a little.” He dropped to his knees, a warm chuckle rumbling against my thigh.
Hands crept to my belly, sweeping under the swell of my breasts. My body was one long delicious quiver of anticipation and I was rewarded when his thumbs brushed my nipples.
“More.” I rocked forward, breath hissing through my teeth.
Cole gave me what I wanted, palming my breasts at the same time he pressed his mouth to my belly. The soft brush of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth as he licked a trail across to my hip, down my thigh. He pushed my legs apart.
I pressed up on my toes, tempting Cole closer. His eyes rolled up, looking at me through thick lashes. Ensuring I watched, he clamped one arm tight around my buttocks, tilting his face to my sex. His tongue flicked into my wetness, tasting. A hoarse sound of satisfaction reverberated through him, followed by my own throaty moan. My knees threatened to buckle as pleasure seized me by the knees and shook.
He released another soft, sexy chuckle. “Don’t give out on me now, darlin’. We’ve got a ways to go.”
My answer was gasped back down my throat as his fingers abandoned my breasts and found their way to the creamy slickness of my pussy. Wet. So wet. One, two fingers slid inside me and my head fell back, breath seemingly impossible to catch. His tongue pressed against my clit, sensations cycling as he pushed his fingers in and out.
“Ah, God.” I widened my stance, gripping Cole’s hair as I rode his hand and his tongue. I was strung tight, pleasure surging over me, pressure building low and quick in my belly.
He pumped his fingers faster, his arm banding around my ass, holding me in place. He sucked my clit into his mouth, pulling hard. That was all it took. I collapsed in on myself and I was yanked over the edge, swallowed by wave after wave of exquisite ecstasy.
He gentled his mouth to soft kisses, his hands soothing and petting my back, my stomach, my hips.
“Perfect.” The word was saturated in satisfaction.
It took a moment for me to surface through the stupor of bliss. I found myself looking down at Cole as he stared up at me. Aftershocks pulsed at my clit and every muscle felt like it had been stretched to its fullest, then stuffed back in my body. Nothing worked as it should.
I stood there, gathering the strength to move when Cole pushed to his feet, sliding against my body. His pants rubbed over my hips.
“You’ve still got clothes on,” I mumbled.
“I got waylaid when I stopped for a snack.” Cole snapped his teeth and flashed a smile.
I tentatively reached for his waistband. He didn’t stop me. His cock sprang free as I lowered the zip. His erection was hard and full. Perfect. My mouth watered.
He sucked in a lungful of air as I wrapped my hand around his hardness and squeezed. I explored the curl of velvety skin around the head, cupping his balls with a soft, downward pull. Cole tugged me forward to catch my mouth.
I tasted myself on his lips, mingled with the sweetness of his breath, a heady scent of cinnamon, salt and desire. My fingers were suddenly clumsy on his cock as I slid my fist back up its length. Yes. That was me moaning. Writhing restlessly against him. Wanting more.
We were both breathing hard by the time Cole eased back and uncurled my fingers. I was about to protest, but he pulled out a condom. Oh. Yes. I trembled, my skin sensitive to even the smallest change in the air.
Hands that moved too slowly tore open the wrapper. He caught my lascivious look and grinned. My insides clenched, warmth blossoming into molten heat that traveled from my shoulder blades all the way to my toes. Dampness gathered between my thighs, my clit swollen and aching.
“I’ll go easy,” he promised.
“Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t go easy,” I rasped in his ear.
His mouth fell open as I dug my fingers into his ass and ground myself against him. My gasp turned to a cry as Cole toppled me onto the bed. He quickly followed, nudging my legs apart. His fingers drew a line down the seam of my pussy and I squirmed under his touch as another burst of pleasure splashed over my slickening sex.
A satisfied smile transformed Cole’s expression to wickedness as he lifted his finger, glistening with my juices, to his mouth. He closed his eyes as his tongue came out to taste.
I couldn’t look away, wondering how that could be so damn hot.
His eyes snapped open, his gaze raking my hips, my breasts, my mouth…pinning me to the pillow. “I want you. Hard. Fast. Now.”
The smell of lust and anticipation drowned my senses. I drank in his wild expression, tremors rippling across my skin. Oh, I wanted him too. Badly.
“Please.” I could barely get the word out.
Cole grinned. He grasped my knee, hooked it around his hip, opening me further. His gaze locked on mine as the blunt head of his cock nudged inside. I tensed, suffering sweet agony, knowing I hovered on the precipice of something wonderful.
“Ahhh.”
He eased inside, pushing into my tightness, each inch gained igniting a thousand pinpoints of pure pleasure. My eyelids lowered, eyes rolling back…
So this was what ecstasy meant?
A final push and he was deep inside. There was a second when everything stilled, an out of body experience where I could see the two of us twined together in my mind’s eye. A moment of such perfection. Then Cole buried his face in my hair, breathing deep, seemingly gathering control before pulling back.
“Are you okay?” he breathed.
I opened my eyes. Unable to find the words to explain how fucking good it felt, I twined my legs more firmly about him and arched my back. Cole shuddered, a low groan of pleasure rumbling in his chest and he sank back into me, right to the hilt. Withdrawal was a slow, seductive glide.
I cried out as he plunged deep again and I rose to meet his deliberate, measured rhythm. I pressed my lips against his neck, the taste of him biting at my senses. Primal instinct took over and I surrendered to the exquisite thrust and slide, riding the pleasure. I clasped at strong shoulders, clinging on by my fingernails, holding onto the only thing that was real.
Each delicious moment took me higher. Cole brushed a string of kisses along my jaw, then dropped to nuzzle at my throat and down, to the top of my breasts. Lower.
The roughness of his tongue rasped around my nipple and I bowed off the bed, rising into a breathtaking spiral. He bit down and all thought was ripped from me. The suck and pull of his mouth, the hard length of his cock driving in and out—I became nothing more than a sensual carnal being. My sex clenched in a tight fist around his cock and I rocked against him, savoring each second of pleasure as my orgasm took me. Hard. I was dimly aware of Cole’s pace faltering. He thrust deep one last time and came with a wordless shout.
I was wrecked. Leached of energy, I fell back against the bed. Satisfyingly shattered. With an effort, I pried my eyes open, expecting to see the same contented expression on Cole’s face. Not so. He sat back and watched me carefully, his expression shuttered.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling at the corner of the sheet to cover his crotch.
I shifted against the pillows. Didn’t I look like a woman who’d been thoroughly and fantastically fucked? I noted the twinge of concern drawing at the corner of his eyes. The way he concealed himself. The hunger still sitting behind his guarded expression.
Truth dawned and a chill worked its way down my spine…
“You held back.” I leveled my accusation at him.
Cole didn’t deny it, and the bottom fell out of the fragile world I’d just created. Any lingering pleasure from what was, hands down, the most amazing sex I’d ever experienced, faded as anger speared my chest. I had just been satisfied within an inch of my life and he’d ruined that for me.
I couldn’t stand to look at him any longer. I pushed at his chest, tears of frustration pricking at my lids when he didn’t budge.
“Get out of my way.” I pushed again. Harder this time.
Cole levered off the bed and cast me a puzzled look before retreating to the bathroom. I waited until I heard the water running before falling back on the bed, covering my face with my hands.
Sex with me had meant nothing to Cole. Less than nothing. I’d wanted him to take me as if I was the woman he couldn’t keep his hands off. Lose control. Like I had. I’d wanted it to be real.
Instead, he’d been as fake as the Barbie-doll world I was trying to escape.
Chapter Six
Cole
After disposing of the condom, I took a moment to rinse my hands and rub water over my face. I was at a loss. What the hell was it with Madison? Every time I thought I had her tagged and labelled, another facet of her personality emerged.
Each one less phony and more appealing than the last.
Was it an act? An elaborate ruse? I couldn’t put my finger on the truth.
And what about her reaction just now. Women like her didn’t care enough to realize I’d kept something of myself back. And I barely had. It had taken every inch of my control to hold on.
Yet, Madison had noticed. Not only that, she’d seemed hurt.
I frowned, unease burrowing in my chest. It didn’t feel good to know I’d upset her.
I pinched my lips tight as I prepared to go back and face her. This had all been a mistake. A horrible, fucking amazing mistake.
The sight that met me as I opened the door stopped any thoughts of leaving. Madison was a beautiful wreck, her hair a mass of blonde tangles, her lips full and cherry red.
And her eyes…it was her eyes that caused my blood to thump harder in my veins and drew me forward to tug her from the bed. I led her to the mirror over the dresser, turning her in my arms. I needed to show her what I saw.
Madison’s wild-eyed reflection was determined. Almost savage. She stared at herself for a moment, then tentatively raised her arm as if to smooth her hair back into place. I circled her wrist with one hand, holding her still against my chest. She looked at me through the reflected glass, her gaze questioning.
“Look at you,” I prompted. “This is how I imagined you when I first saw you tonight. This is what I’ll remember.”
“What, me looking like a well-used whore?” Her lip curled as she reassessed her image, not even close to getting it.
She tried to look away, but I tightened my grip on her hair so she had to face her reflection. “No. This is what a just-fucked woman should look like.” I growled in her ear. “You are stunning.”
Madison shook her head, twisting in my arms, but I held fast, ignoring her denial. How could she not appreciate the ripeness of her tongue-lashed nipples, wetness glistening between her thighs? I nudged her legs apart, no longer willing to just look. Our eyes met in the reflection and she relaxed, allowing her body to be positioned just how I wanted. I raised her arms in the air, tracing my hands slowly down the sensuous curves of her body.
Her gaze flickered, caught between staying on my face and staring at the image of us twined in the mirror. It was an erotic sight, my hands spanning the slender perfection of her waist. Coupled with the nudge of my cock against her ass, I could scarcely beat back the urge to take her. Now.
I forced myself to inch away from the wet temptation of her pussy. I rolled another condom on and edged back into position. In the mirror, I watched as my hands shifted up to pinch and pet her nipples. Her head dropped back on my shoulder and I took her weight as she leaned against me, caught up in the magic of the erotic view of our tanned supple bodies. One strong and muscular, the other smooth and fluid, both with blond hair merging, bare shades apart.
I couldn’t contain my dark desire any longer. Catching her about the waist, I pushed her forward until she had to support herself against the dresser.
“This is for you,” I breathed.
I tugged her head back, wrapping a fistful of her hair around my hand. When she had nowhere to look but the mirror, I thrust inside, lost in the view of watching Madison watch herself. Her eyes closed, mouth parted as a slow hiss of air seeped through her teeth.
I pressed against her back, nudging her lower so she opened further and the root of my cock pounded against her sex. I played with the pretty, pink peaks of her nipples, feeling her stiffen as the sensations increased. Became too much. I found her clit and she let out a cry, but one little touch was all she got as I dipped my thumb back into her damp juices. I had other plans. I trailed the creamy liquid up to the pucker of her ass. Madison tensed.
“Keep going,” I whispered urgently.
She bucked back to meet my steady rhythm and I rewarded her by pressing my thumb against her ass. Her pace stuttered.
“Don’t slow down,” I commanded. Our eyes locked in the mirror. I forced my gaze away, forcing her to understand what I saw. Sweat sheened her face, her mouth open, air blowing out in little breaths across the glass. “Don’t think. Just feel,” I ordered as her eyes widened.
I felt her moan rather than heard it and pushed my thumb harder against her ass, at the same time finding the swollen bundle of nerves just begging to be petted. One hand on her clit, one playing with her ass, I drove my thumb a little deeper. Her legs started shaking, and as my thumb breached her anus, she clenched around me, an untamed, feral expression on her face.
The sight sent me tumbling over the edge, the sensation a brutal, exquisite ambush. I came so hard, everything else just stopped. Fuck. I’d never felt anything so good.
I fought for breath, clutching Madison to me as any lingering reservations I had about being with her shut off with a definite click.
Chapter Seven
Madison
Fingers whispered over my skin. I smiled, turning sleepily into arms that had stayed wrapped around me all night.
All night.
The first hint of storm clouds nudged my conscience.
Please. Don’t let it be morning.
But, even with my eyes closed, I could see the light seeping beneath my eyelashes…letting reality in.
Logan.
My mother.
Oh god. Before I could stop them, recriminations came calling and my eyelids flickered. If my mother could see me now…I imagined her lips puckered in disappointment. Years of being told how to act, who to talk to, and what to say had flown out the window last night.
Now it was over and I was supposed to pretend like it hadn’t happened? I’d never participated in a one-night-stand—although my night with Cole could hardly be called that. More like a one night, all night stand, sit, lie, lick, suck and fuck fest.
A giggle bubbled in my throat as the words tumbled through my brain. Words Cole had whispered as he’d covered every inch of my skin with his tongue, filled me with the hardness of his cock until I screamed.
I swallowed. My throat was still raw. I’d never known half of the things he had done to me could be done.
And my mother would never accept that as a good enough reason to act like a slut.
Oh, shit. I leapt out of bed like a scalded cat. Lunch today.
Spinning around, I found Cole watching me, a lazy smile on his face. I tried not to notice ho
w good he looked. His hair was mussed into a tangle of blond locks, his hooded half-stare waking up my hormones with a happy good morning. Sensuality practically sizzled off the bed sheets, begging me to crawl back in there with him. He was, in a word, magnificent.
I ripped my gaze away, guilt making it hard to keep drinking in his wanton stare. I’d promised myself one night and that night was over.
“I’d ask if you have any regrets, but I see you’ve found plenty.” Cole lifted himself up on one elbow with a grimace.
My frown deepened. “No. No regrets.” I wasn’t ashamed of what had happened last night. It hadn’t been just about sex. More of an awakening. I’d given everything, things I hadn’t even known about myself. One reckless night to be someone else.
I blushed as scenes flashed back, reminding me how far I’d gone. Touching myself in front of him, riding his cock, being pounded in front of the mirror, head thrown back while I screamed his name…
Had I really done all of those things?
“Yes. Regrets.” He arched a brow, his stare lingering on my cheeks as they heated.
I looked away. “No. I just have things to do.” I checked the time on the bedside clock and let out a gasp. “You really have to go,” I urged, my ribs squeezing tight as something close to panic filled my chest.
I didn’t have time to hustle him out. I launched into a frenzy of activity, throwing open the curtains, scooping up discarded bits of clothing. Not that I could wear any of them. One didn’t visit Patricia St. James in second-day clothes—especially ones involved in last night’s debauchery.
“Why?” Cole still hadn’t budged from his spot on the bed, despite the fact I needed him gone. Like, five minutes ago.
I scowled harder. “I’m meeting my mother for lunch.” I flung his pants at his head, trying to impress on him the urgency of the situation.
Cole relaxed, his mouth curving into a sexy grin. “Plenty of time.” He patted the bed. “It’s only nine thirty.”
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