by Daniels, Joy
A door to the left led to the master bathroom. Cole flicked a switch and the light came on, accompanied by the soft whir of a fan. Wood-framed mirrors reflected ivory tile and green accents. Two sinks sat side-by-side on the marble-topped vanity. A low glass shelf held a man’s shaving kit. The spicy scent of his cologne hung in the air.
A glassed-in shower stall that could have swallowed Sarah’s whole bathroom stood across from the sinks. Beyond it, shallow steps led to a tiled area with a sunken Jacuzzi large enough for four.
Like an out-of-body experience, Sarah watched in the mirror as Cole led her to the vanity and leaned her against it. He tugged the hem of her sweater. “Time for a shower.” Raising her arms, she allowed him to pull it over her head. He was undressing her like a child, but there was nothing paternal about the look in his eyes. His gaze devoured her. A slow burn ignited in her belly and she licked her lips.
Cole trailed two fingers down the side of her neck and into the valley of her breasts. With an expert flick of the front clasp, her bra joined the sweater on the bathmat. Her nipples beaded as Cole stared and a drop of moisture slid from Sarah’s pussy onto her inner thigh. He unzipped her skirt and let it sink to the floor. He was still dressed while Sarah stood before him wearing nothing but thigh-highs. His gaze, hungry and possessive, roamed over her skin, leaving pricks of desire in its wake.
“Darlin’, you are beautiful.” He stepped back, crouched down a bit and leaned against the shower, gesturing for her to raise her foot. With a smile she did so, placing her instep against the bulge in his jeans. She wriggled her toes against his erection and he shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Keep doing that and we’ll never get wet.” His voice was rough.
“Speak for yourself.”
Laughing, he grasped her ankle and moved her foot to the top of his thigh, then started inching his hands up her leg. His touch was light, this side of a tickle. She bit her lip against the shivery sensations that raced beneath her skin.
There was a reason she was obsessed with the man’s hands. They could work magic.
Lost in the spell he wove, Sarah leaned back against the counter. The position exposed her damp pussy to the air. As Cole’s gaze zeroed in on the wet pink folds between her thighs, she angled her leg out to give him a better view. His nostrils flared and her inner muscle clenched in response. Her lower lips throbbed. Her clit ached for his touch. The shower could wait.
Cole took a deep shuddering breath. He took one more glance at her parted thighs, then pointedly looked away, rolling her stocking down her leg. He gestured for her to raise the other leg but dodged her foot this time when she went to repeat her earlier move.
His eyes looked into hers, hot with desire. “You are a vixen. A golden-haired temptress.”
A vixen? Temptress? She smiled. No man had made her want to be those things more than Cole Cassidy.
But could she? A flicker of doubt came out of nowhere, but she pushed it firmly away. She would not ruin this moment with fear and what ifs. What had Cole said earlier—no expectations? That was the key. She would be here now and not worry about where it was going to lead.
Just two people enjoying each other’s company. Relaxing. She could do that.
Cole pulled the shower door open. Cream tiles covered the walls to the ceiling. Twin showerheads protruded from opposite ends. A hand-held shower massager with a long hose was clipped to the wall.
Cole fiddled with the faucets and showerheads until steam billowed from the stall and the twin streams converged into a dense cascade in the middle. The shower spray hit his shoulder, plastering one side of his shirt to his body. The wet fabric clung to his chest, outlining his biceps and pecs. The slightly puckered tip of a nipple was visible through the transparent cloth. She wanted to peel away the thin barrier, to lick the small male peak to see if it would bring him the pleasure that his tongue could give her. Her nipples tingled at the thought.
Cole pulled the wet T-shirt over his head. Small dark curls dusted his chest, joining the hairs on his belly and continuing southward. Her gaze followed that dark arrow, skipping over his belt buckle to the bulge in the front of his jeans.
The buckle made a soft ping as he opened it. Next came the button and zipper of his fly. Sarah’s mouth went dry with anticipation. This part of him she’d caught a glimpse of at the track, but everything had happened so quickly and they’d been too close for her to get a good look. Under the bright bathroom lights she wouldn’t miss a thing.
Cole hooked his thumbs into his boxers and jeans and pulled both down over his hips, revealing the most beautiful erection she’d ever seen. It was straight as an arrow with a thick, round head and pale blue veins that crisscrossed beneath his silky-smooth skin. Her eyes widened at its impressive girth, surprised even though she’d felt it inside her at the track. Without thinking, she reached for him, wanting to feel that warm, hard length in her palm. He laughed and stepped aside.
“Patience, darlin’.”
She dropped her arm with a growl of frustration.
With a hand at the small of her back, Cole urged her under the spray, then followed, closing the door behind him. The water sluiced over his shoulders and down his chest, dripping into the nest of dark curls that surrounded his cock. Sarah couldn’t take her eyes off it. Again she reached for him. Again he stepped out of range. “Patience.”
Resigned, Sarah stepped back, allowing the spray to caress her skin. Cole turned to reach for something on a built-in shelf and she again took the opportunity to admire his finely muscled butt. She loved a man with a nice ass, the kind you could really hold on to. This one was definitely grab-worthy. She got in a quick squeeze before he spun around and nudged her back a step.
Ahhhh. She was in the middle of the shower, the exact spot where the two sprays met. She closed her eyes and let her arms become heavy at her sides, as the healing warmth drew tension from her muscles like poison from a snakebite.
A squirt from a bottle, a whiff of something herbal and Cole was behind her, his hands on her head. The pads of his fingers massaged her scalp as he lathered shampoo into her hair. Faint prickling sensations radiated across her skull as dozens of tiny muscles relaxed. Those magic hands slid down her neck and back, washing her body with the shampoo’s suds. When was the last time someone had taken such good care of her? Sarah’s muscles turned to jelly. Any minute now she would melt into a puddle right there on the shower floor.
Slippery fingers drew circles on her lower back and swept down over the cheeks of her ass. Two soapy thumbs slid along the crack of her behind, grazing the sensitive pucker within. Her eyes flew open and she gasped at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her.
With a murmur of male satisfaction, Cole slid his hands around her hips to her belly and pulled her against him. The ridge of his erection rested between the globes of her ass. Sarah pressed back. His cock jerked. She could feel it throb against her buttock muscles.
Cole reached for a bar of soap. He wrapped his arms around her and lathered the soap into suds in front of her belly. His put the soap down and his hands bumped against her breasts, which grew heavy with desire.
Sarah caught a glimpse of movement through the glass of the shower stall. It was their smudged reflections, her body framed by Cole’s arms. She reached back, wrapping her hands around the backs of Cole’s thighs. Condensation ran down the mirror. She watched as Cole’s hands came up to cup her breasts. She arched forward, pressing her swollen mounds into his palms. When his thumbs brushed her nipples, they tingled as much from his touch as the thrill of watching him touch her. She shivered. Could her nipples get any harder? Her pussy wetter? This man took her to heights she’d never even imagined.
His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whatcha looking at, darlin’?” Sarah knew the moment he discovered what had captured her gaze—his hold on her breasts tightened and his breath hitched.
“You like watching me touch you?” His voice was hoarse with desire.
She bit
her lip, nodding, suddenly shy. With a push of his foot against the glass, the shower door swung open. Water sprayed onto the mat, but Cole didn’t seem to care. His gaze was focused on the reflection of their intertwined forms.
Sarah watched as one hand left her breast to trail down her abdomen. Fire followed in its wake, hot licks of pleasure that blazed through her body. When his hand reached her mound her hips pressed forward involuntarily. With a sexy smile, his hand slipped between her thighs and her lower lips convulsed as his pinky brushed across them. Cole bent his knee and propped his foot on the wall behind them. With a gentle tug he pulled her leg back, hooking her thigh over his, spreading her legs wide. Nothing was hidden from view. Not her lips, which were red and swollen with need, nor her dark opening, which ached to be filled.
“So pretty,” he said as his fingers moved closer to her slit. “So swollen, wet and pink.”
She was wet all right and not only from the shower. “Touch me,” she said when his hands stopped short of the hard nub of flesh that demanded his attention. “Please.”
He laughed softly against her ear. “How could I deny you when you ask so nicely?” His fingers grazed her clit and Sarah’s hips bucked from the sudden zap of pleasure.
“Like that, do you?”
Oh God, yes.
Cole played two fingers over her swollen bud while his other hand kneaded her breast. A sizzling current of heat flowed from her nipples to her clit and back again, a tight circuit of pleasure. Her head tilted back against his shoulder, but her gaze never left the mirror. His never left her face.
A delicious tension started to build in Sara’s womb. She writhed against him, wanting more. She pressed into his cock, wanting to feel him once again between her thighs. God, how she wanted the sweet release that kept evading her.
It had been so long… On the other hand, no man had ever turned her on like Cole did. Certainly no man had tried to pleasure her like this. Could she do it?
“Relax,” Cole whispered, once again seeming to read her thoughts. More likely her body, which had tensed up. “You’re in good hands.”
Yes, those hands were the best. She willed herself to relax.
The hand on her breast reached for the shower massager. A flick of his thumb brought the jets to life. With his other hand Cole spread her labia. She felt a deep pull in her belly. Her breath caught in her throat. Was he really going to do what she thought he was going to do?
“Hold on,” he whispered, and she dug her fingers into his rock-hard quads. He swept the massager slowly over her hip. The water pulsed through her pubic hair and one of the streams hit her exposed clit. Even at that oblique angle the force of it on her super-sensitive flesh shot pleasure into her, zinging to the very ends of her fingers and toes. She cried out, arching into the spray. The movement brought the massager closer to her clit and the water hit the swollen bud full on. It was too much, too intense, too amazing. She tried to evade it, pressing back into Cole’s hard cock.
He groaned and his hand left her lips and snaked around her waist. He planted his feet on the floor and ground against her. The water streamed over them, his cock slid smoothly along the cleft of her ass and lower back. Flexing his hips, he pulled back, then thrust again, stroking his erection into the slick space between their bodies. His balls slapped against her wet skin.
She was trapped between the spray’s onslaught and Cole’s hips. Sensations buffeted her body, radiating from her pussy, sweeping up and down her spine. The orgasm that had been building slowly rose up, swamping under a wash of pleasure as she shot over the edge.
“Yes, yes. Oh God, yes!” Cole’s arm tightened around her as her knees buckled. A joyful cry drowned out the sound of the massager. It took Sarah a moment to recognize it as her own voice. Cole’s shout joined her chorus as he climaxed behind her. His hot come spurted onto her back.
Slowly, the ripples subsided. Cole brought his other arm around her, holding her against his chest. Her body felt heavy, but joy bubbled inside her like champagne. Her first climax in months. She wasn’t broken. Tears welled up in her eyes as a smile spread across her face. This time she didn’t try to hide from his gaze. “Thank you,” she said, looking at him in the mirror. “Thank you.”
“I thought you were beautiful the moment I laid eyes on you, darlin’, but when you smile it’s like the sun coming out from behind the clouds.” He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you.”
“Anytime.” She laughed. “Anytime.”
“I’m gonna hold you to that.”
What did that mean? Sarah’s gaze went to his face, but he’d turned to adjust the water.
After rinsing her back with the massager’s spray, he tucked it back into its clip on the wall. The memory of his hot release on her back made an orgasmic aftershock run through her body. The things he made her feel…
He turned off the shower and slipped out of the stall. A moment later he returned with dark green fluffy towels. He held her elbow as she stepped from the shower. “Careful. The floor is a bit slippery.” The floor was drenched, but Cole directed her around the worst spots. He folded her into a large, soft towel, then draped another around his hips. Sated and wrapped snug and secure as a present, Sarah allowed herself to be half-walked, half-carried out of the bathroom and over to the bed. Kneeling at her feet, he dried her ankles, calves, rubbing the fluffy terry over her thighs and gently between. He even tousled her hair to get the water out.
Wordlessly, he pulled back the covers and urged her under them. When he collapsed next to her, the bed bounced under his weight. For some reason that made her giggle. He answered with a chuckle of his own. He slipped an arm around her waist and she nestled into the warm pocket of his body. It felt right to be there, in his arms and his bed and it certainly beat his guest room. She didn’t care if Jimmie or Junior had slept there. She wanted to be where Cole slept.
A long, deep exhale relaxed her down to her toes. Cole’s arm tightened in a brief hug and his lips pressed against her ear. “Good night, darlin’” were the last words she heard before she drifted off to sleep.
Warm sheets and a spicy male scent caressed Sarah’s senses as she floated toward consciousness. Next was the feeling of deep relaxation that flowed through her muscles. She felt good.
Last night had not been a dream. It had been something out of a fantasy all right, but not even her sex-starved imagination could have conjured up a man like Cole Cassidy. A small-town engineer with the body of a god, the hands of an artist and a cock like a freaking stallion.
Her body tingled with remembered pleasure. He had made her come. After so many let downs she’d had an orgasm. There was hope for her yet. She didn’t know exactly what had healed her, but a little more one-on-one therapy could only help to reinforce the cure. She turned over—and opened her eyes to an empty bed.
Disappointment shot through her. She was no stranger to slipping out of a lover’s bed after a night of sex, and getting going before the awkward morning-after bit. But it had always been someone else’s bed she’d left, not someone’s bed she’d been left in. Oh well, he couldn’t have gone far.
From the glow of sunlight peeking around the edges of the curtain, it was later than she usually slept. The digital clock on the end table said 9:00. What a luxury. On a normal day, she’d have already been in the office for hours. She sat up with a yawn and a satisfying stretch, feeling twinges in muscles she never knew she had.
She looked around. Her bag was still in the garage and yesterday’s clothes were nowhere to be seen so she’d have to borrow something of Cole’s. The thought of it made her feel warm inside.
Where to find something? The dresser probably held T-shirts and boxer shorts, so she hopped off the bed and headed for the double closet that covered one wall. She slid aside one of the doors and found a row of hanging plaid shirts and work pants. Work boots, cowboy boots and comfortable slip-on shoes lay in a jumble below them.
She tugged a blue-and-green plaid shirt off its hanger a
nd slipped her arms into the sleeves. She fastened a couple of buttons to hold it closed and rolled the cuffs up past her elbows. The fabric smelled like laundry detergent but still held a hint of Cole’s spicy cologne mixed with wood smoke and engine grease. It was the most masculine combination she’d ever inhaled.
She was closing the closet when she spotted a shoebox in the shadows on the other side of the closet. She looked closer—was that a Dolce and Gabbana logo?
She opened the other side of the closet and froze.
The space before her could have come from a window display at Barneys New York. Crisp button-down shirts of various pale hues hung next to a rack full of dark suits. A shoe rack on the floor held polished dress and casual shoes, every one of them bearing a designer name. Kenneth Cole. Ralph Lauren. Hugo Boss. She pulled a navy blue tie off a hanger and glanced at the label. Armani.
What the hell?
She’d expect to find clothes like this in Trent’s or Manny’s wardrobes, not Cole’s. When would he wear stuff like this? Where? She ran a finger along the lapel of a charcoal Armani suit. She’d only seen him in jeans and flannel. Would he clean up nicely? Probably. Too bad she’d never get to see it herself.
Brushing aside an odd prick of regret, she turned toward the sound of footsteps in the hall. The bedroom door opened and the smell of coffee wafted into the room. Cole appeared in the doorway and her mouth went dry. He wore only a pair of drawstring pants that hung low on his hips, revealing a deep vee of muscle that dipped below his waistband. Damn, the man would look good in anything—or nothing. Sarah felt a tug in her belly, the urge to grasp those muscles and to trace their contours down…
“Mornin’, darlin’. I come bearing gifts.”
Cole stepped into the room carefully balancing the tray he carried. Although he was sure she drank coffee—he’d never met a New Yorker who didn’t—he wasn’t sure how she took it so he’d brought a bit of everything.
