by Layla Hagen
“Fuck, I love feeling you get wet like this for me.”
“Cole, please. I can’t... I need...” I wasn’t coherent, but he knew what I meant. Instead of obliging me, he pressed one finger along my opening. I was about to protest, to demand release, when he pressed the heel of his palm against my clit. I was completely done for. I exploded, feeling all my muscles strum tight and my fingers curling. Cole had an arm firmly around my waist, keeping me upright against him. When my pulse slowed down, I leaned the back of my head against his chest. My breath was still ragged.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. So, so beautiful and perfect.”
I smiled at him in the mirror before turning around to face him.
“I want you,” he said simply. “Right now.”
I jerked my head toward the tub. “The water will get cold.”
“We can refill it later.” He turned off the tap.
“And the full-body massage?” I teased.
“Later.” His voice was nothing more than a growl. I loved it.
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Cole
This woman, damn! I couldn’t stop kissing her. She tasted delicious, but I wanted to taste more than her mouth. I wanted to lick every sweet spot of hers. She was a goddess, and I was going to worship her all night long.
I kissed her slowly. She rolled her hips right into me, moaning when she pressed herself against my erection. Groaning, I gripped her hips, keeping her in place. My exploration trip was going to be extremely short if she moved those hips any more. I moved to her breasts, exploring that upward curve before I pressed the flat of my tongue against her nipple. Gasping, she fisted my hair.
“Cole.”
I slid one hand right to her clit. She gasped again. Her legs shook slightly. Lowering myself on my knees, I nearly lost my mind when she placed one foot on the edge of the tub. I pressed my tongue right against her exposed flesh the next second. Laney moaned, gripping my hair. I moved my tongue lazily around her clit, and then kissed back up her body, sliding my fingers inside her before curling them.
She clenched around my fingers, and then she reached for my jeans, undid the button, and lowered not just the zipper, but my pants and boxers just past my ass.
My cock pressed against her belly. Just feeling her hot bare skin against my erection drove me insane.
“Condom,” she muttered. I picked one up from the drawer beside the sink. Laney ripped open the package, rolling it down on my cock.
“Fuck, this feels good.”
I was so hungry for her that I slid my hands under her ass, lifting her up. She braced her hands on my shoulders. I’d intended to take her to the bedroom, but I was too desperate to do anything more than close the bathroom door and prop Laney against it.
My cock was still between us. I pressed the length of it along her entrance, rubbing back and forth slowly. It was torture, but I liked watching her fall apart. Mouth open, head resting against the door, eyes closed.
Pulling back, I slid inside her.
“Oh, fuuuuck.” Pleasure so intense slammed into me that I bucked forward, resting my head in the crook of her neck. I drew in a deep breath but couldn’t recover. The way she clenched around me was just surreal.
I straightened up. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, eyes closed, digging her nails in my shoulders. I moved my hips back and forth, watching her expression change as pleasure overwhelmed her too.
“Cole. Cole!” she whispered.
I pressed my fingers on her ass cheeks, pressing them together. She tightened around me. I was barely hanging in there. The muscles in my thighs were burning, and I needed to move faster. I needed to be in even deeper. She kept undulating her hips, running her fingers down my shoulders and chest, driving me crazy.
This was a glorious feeling, her inner muscles squeezing me tight, her buttocks filling my hands. Perspiration gathered on her skin; her face was scrunched up in concentration. Pleasure shot through me like arrows, cutting my breath short, clouding my vision. It started at the base of my spine, slithering upward.
I leaned back a little so there was more space between us.
“Touch yourself,” I growled. “I want to see you. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
Laney gasped, and her body jerked violently. She blushed, bringing one hand between us. I was balls deep inside her, holding her against the door, but this command made her blush?
She was one of a kind.
She skimmed her fingers over her clit, and the jerking in her body intensified. She came almost immediately, squeezing so tight around me that my breathing stuttered.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, feeling her come all around me. She cried out, still moving her hips, until I climaxed with a violent full-body jerk. Everything was burning: my lungs, my skin, my muscles.
I kept her ass away from the door, pounding inside her with all I had, chasing every last drop of release. And then I just stopped, resting my head in the crook of her neck, basking in this aftereffect of the orgasm.
My cock was still throbbing. She flexed her inner muscles twice, and I groaned.
“Laney!”
“Mmm... yeah. I’m...” she murmured. I liked that she wasn’t even able to form sentences. Not that I was faring any better. Damn, I was barely remembering how to breathe.
Pulling out of her, I gently lowered her until her feet were on the floor. She leaned against the door, her eyes closed. Quickly, I discarded the condom before turning to focus on her. I’d just had her, and yet I craved touching her. I drummed my fingers on her chest. Her skin was soft and silky
“How about that bath?” I asked.
She laughed, looking up at me. “Well, my medical advice would be to lie down on the bed for a few minutes. Otherwise we risk getting dizzy in the hot water.”
“I see. Your medical advice... and you’re sure it’s not self-serving? Not one bit?”
“Why would I do that?”
“So you can feel me up.”
Her eyes widened playfully. Her mouth formed an O. “Me? Self-serving? Never.”
“What’s that hand doing all over my chest then?”
“Just checking how fast your heartbeat is. You know... for medical purposes.”
“Assess away, doc.”
She tried to rein in her smile, keeping her palm right above my heart.
“What’s the verdict?” I asked.
“Can’t tell yet.”
“You think I need a more thorough investigation?”
“Definitely. Might even need something more thorough than my fingers.”
“Like what?”
She wiggled her eyebrows. “My mouth.”
My cock twitched. She wiggled her eyebrows again.
“I take it you like my plan.”
“Hell, yes.”
“Good.”
Even though I was dying for her touch, I craved a taste even more. I pulled her up to me, kissing her hard and deep until she moaned against my mouth. A protest, I realized.
She pulled back, shaking her head. “That’s not how it works. You can’t hijack my examination.”
“I see. Would you like to go to bed to finish it?”
“You know what, I can examine you in the tub as well. I can multitask.” Leaning past me, she went to the tub. “We need to get clean anyway.”
“Want to clean me up, doc?”
“Oh, yeah.”
The water was lukewarm, but it was pleasant to sit in it. Laney was on her knees in front of me, roaming her hands on my chest and massaging my shoulders. Her breasts were right in my face. I couldn’t resist licking one nipple.
She gasped. “Hey! What did we say about no hijacking?”
With a lazy smile, I leaned my back against the tub, placing my hands on the edges.
“Keep them there,” Laney said sternly.
“Will do, doc.”
“Close your eyes.”
I leaned the back of my head on the edge of the tub, eyelids closed, smi
ling when I heard Laney pour shower gel on her palms, then rub it on my chest and shoulders.
“I like this,” I murmured.
“I like taking care of you,” she said. Without opening my eyes, I reached out for her, pulling her flush against me, kissing the top of her head. For as long as I remembered, it had been about sealing the next deal, winning the next project. I’d never felt this sort of fulfillment, not one day of my life. I could feel Laney’s heartbeat against my chest. This was a huge leap for her, I could tell by how soft with emotion her voice was.
I wanted to claim just a little more of her, until I owned her completely. I was determined to make it happen, no matter what it took.
Chapter Eighteen
Cole
Next morning, I woke up to the sound of hummed music. I walked through the apartment, finding Laney in the guest bathroom. She was wearing one of my T-shirts and no panties, EarPods plugged in. Her iPhone was propped on the counter next to the sink, and a dance routine was playing on it.
Laney was mimicking the moves—some more successfully than others—and humming. She didn’t notice me immediately, even though I was visible in the mirror, but when she did, she shrieked. Turning around, her right leg glided on the tiles; one EarPod flew to the floor. I caught her by the arms, steadying her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wide.
“Don’t break your neck, doc.”
She blew out a breath, straightening up. Her smile was sassy as she took out the other device.
“I was doing perfectly fine until you scared me. It’s the only workout I can stick to.”
“Why were you doing it in the bathroom?”
“I didn’t want to wake you up.” She blinked. “But I did anyway, right? Crap.”
“I heard you humming. But it’s all good. You just have to do one thing, and you’re forgiven.”
“Oh?”
“Shower with me.”
Laney threw her head back, laughing. I tugged at the hem of her shirt, and she wiggled her eyebrows.
“Are you offering to take off my clothes?”
“Yes,” I said seriously. “Whenever you need that job done, call me. I’m up for it.”
She raised both arms, holding them in the air. I yanked the shirt up over her head, kissing her shoulder and collarbone.
“I see. This is a double mission. I get bonus kisses.”
I kissed from one collarbone to the other, teasing her skin with my tongue.
“Cole,” she muttered. “Shower.”
I straightened, holding my hands in the air, by my head.
“Lead the way, doc.”
I didn’t have condoms in the guest bathroom, so I quickly discarded any plans of fooling around with the sexy doc. At least... that had been my intention. Under the spray of the water, I couldn’t keep my hands off her. Pushing her against the tiles, I explored her mouth in a deep kiss until she moaned.
“Good morning.”
She grinned, curling her arms around my neck. “Oh, yeah. Very good morning.”
After the shower, Laney put on my shirt again. I could resist her naked, perfect ass only for so long. My self-control was dwindling by the second.
“I think I need pants,” Laney said, correctly interpreting my gaze.
“I agree.”
Nothing fit her, so in the end she wore swimming trunks.
“I look ridiculous.” She twirled in the mirror with a cute frown.
“No, you look like you’re mine.”
I liked that so fucking much. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I looked at her in the mirror.
“I’m happy you have today off.”
“You seemed pretty upset yesterday, so I thought you might need some of my relaxation techniques today too.”
That caught me off guard. She’d done this for me? I kissed one of her hands, squeezing it lightly. “Hell, yes, I do.”
“I promised I’d share everything, and now I feel ready. What do you want to know?”
“Whatever you feel comfortable telling me. Seriously.”
“So, I met Ryan in college. We weren’t compatible in too many areas. He liked Star Wars, I didn’t. He outgeeked me too. But we worked somehow, you know? We had a super small wedding in my last year of med school, just signed papers at the courthouse. I wanted a big wedding, but neither of us was making money, so we let that one slide. We were focusing on other things, like saving for a house. That was the first thing we wanted to do after I graduated, but six months after the wedding, he...” Her voice wavered. She shook her head, as if steeling herself. I squeezed her hands. “He had a fatal heart attack. No one knew he had a heart problem. I think I just went through the motions until I moved to New York. And then I sort of just lost myself in my patients and the hospital.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her tight against me. She sighed, melting against me.
“There were just so many things that didn’t matter anymore, that I didn’t see myself doing.”
“And now?” My heart was beating insanely fast.
She pulled back a few inches, smiling up at me. “Now, I want to break out of this cocoon I’ve been hiding in, and it’s all your doing.”
“I’ll gladly take the credit.”
“But I’m also scared of imagining the future,” she whispered. “Of dreaming and then maybe losing that dream again.”
“We’re just living in the present, baby. Don’t worry about anything else, okay?”
“Okay.”
I kissed her slowly, savoring her and savoring this moment. I was about to move my mouth to her neck when her stomach rumbled loudly. Laney winced.
“My stomach really has dreadful timing.”
Laughing, I led her to the kitchen.
“Are we having delicious leftovers again?” she asked.
“I can make us something. Grilled cheese sandwiches are my specialty.”
“They sound delicious. I’ll get started on the coffee.”
I hadn’t actually done this in a while, but it couldn’t be that complicated. No need to search for instructions on YouTube, especially after bragging to Laney.
Ten minutes later, Laney and I hurried to open all windows. Black smoke rose from the pan. At least the fire alarm hadn’t started. I hadn’t been the only one damaging the kitchen either. Laney had tried to clean a piece of plastic from the coffee machine with boiling water, instantly deforming it.
Laney was fighting laughter. If she tried any harder, she might crack a rib.
“Go on, laugh. I deserve it,” I said.
“Thought they were your specialty?”
“Were being the operative word. Haven’t made any in about a year.”
“I see. And you thought you’d experiment on me.”
She was walking toward me, swinging her hips. I wanted to keep her like this, in my shirt and swim trunks for the rest of the day, or even longer.
“I’m sorry about the coffee maker. I’ll look online for the part, and if I don’t find it, I’ll just buy you a new one.”
“Don’t bother. I’ll just buy a new one and be done with it.”
“Cole—”
“Really, forget about it.”
“Okay. So your specialty is burned cheese sandwiches and mine is ruining your coffee machine.”
“Clearly, we’re meant for each other.”
She burst out laughing, and I maintained eye contact, watching for any signs of unease or sadness but couldn’t detect any. Relief slammed into me.
“Okay, so since we’ve established that I’ve forgotten how to cook the only dish I was good at, and you’re hungry, how about I take you out for breakfast.”
“Sounds good. I’m just going to look a bit ridiculous with my black top. It’s so revealing.”
“You’re gonna look sexy as hell.” Leaning closer, I drew the back of my fingers up and down her cheeks. “I love that outfit. Just like this one. Anything that shows so much skin gets a hell, yes from me.”
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“This doesn’t show anything.”
“Not at first glance, but if you look closely, and I do that a lot, I can see the contour of your breasts, especially when your nipples are puckered... like now.”
She drew in a sharp breath.
“Besides, I like the easy access.” To demonstrate, I dipped my hands in the waistband of the trunks, squeezing her ass. She shuddered, her knees giving in a fraction of an inch. I turned rock hard the next second. Her eyes widened a bit as I drew my thumb on her lower lip.
“There’s a gala coming up in five weeks. Come with me. Friends and business partners will be there, and I want them to meet you.”
Damn, I hadn’t planned on just blurting this out. It was the first time I was going with a date. I was fully aware that I’d just assured her that we were living in the present, but I wanted her there, part of my world.
My shoulders went rigid as I watched her intently. What if she said no?
“Those are fancy, right?” she asked slowly.
I nodded. When she smiled, the tension between my shoulder blades slowly dulled.
“I’d be honored. And I’m gonna have to shop, because nothing in my closet is good enough for a gala.”
“I vote for something sexy as hell. Wait, no, I take that back. I only want you wearing sexy stuff when it’s the two of us.”
She laughed, clasping my hands, drawing them down her body.
“Is it just my impression, or are you getting more territorial by the day?”
“By the minute.” My words were almost a growl, because she was now pressing herself right against my erection.
“I see. I don’t like these terms, Mr. Winchester.”
Rising on her toes, she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“You make me feel sexy.” She gave me a quick peck on the lips.
“You fucking are.”
“And happy and appreciated... and safe.”
She pressed her lips against mine, but I wasn’t letting her go away with a quick peck this time. I deepened the kiss, my way of saying fucking yes to all that too. Her eyes were soft and vulnerable when we pulled apart, and I just kissed her again, until she was pliant against me. She had this cute, drunk-looking smile on her face when I looked at her again. She rubbed her stomach, flashing me a sheepish grin.
