Page 62 of Ten Day Affair
"Cole?"
My name sounds different in her mouth tonight. Like a question. Like permission.
I don't plan what happens next. I simply grab her face, my heart hammering against my ribs with an urgency I haven't felt since?—
Hell, I've never felt this.
The playful mood between us evaporates. In its place, something electric fills the humid gap between our bodies. Her eyes lock with mine, pupils dilating in the low light. I watch her chest rise with a sudden intake of breath.
Neither of us speaks. We don't need to.
Sam falls into me, rising onto her toes. Her free hand finds the back of my neck, pulling me down to her. And then her lips are on mine.
Her teeth graze my lip, and I groan into her mouth.
"Bedroom," she pants against my neck.
"Too far."
I grip her hips, lift her like she weighs nothing. Her breath catches as her back hits the counter. Cold marble meets hot skin, and she jolts, laughing breathlessly before I steal the sound with my mouth.
“You always this impatient?” she asks, voice raspy, teasing.
“You've kept me waiting long enough. I need you now.”
My shirt hits the floor first, buttons half torn, halfunfastened. Her hands move fast, like she’s afraid I’ll vanish if she takes too long.
Her dress slides up her thighs, bunches at her waist. I pull back just long enough to look at her bare chest, flushed skin, pupils blown wide.
“Fuck, Sam…”
She leans in, lips brushing my ear. “Then do it.”
My belt comes undone under her fingers. The metal clinks sharply in the quiet.
My body answers before I can form a thought. My cock’s already hard, straining against the fabric that’s still between us.
I lower my mouth to her neck, finding that spot just under her jaw. She gasps, arches into me, and her thighs clamp tighter around my waist.
“You’re shaking,” she whispers, surprised.
“Yeah,” I murmur against her skin. “That’s what you do to me.”
Her nails bite into my shoulders, not soft, not delicate. She pulls me closer like she needs it deep in her bones.
I drag my mouth down her chest, tongue flicking across one nipple before sucking it into my mouth. Her moan hits the ceiling.
“Jesus, Cole…”
I want her wild. Want to be the reason she forgets every name but mine.
Her hands slide into my hair, tugging hard.
“Need you. Now.”
I fumble in the drawer beside the sink, find the foil packet I stashed there the other day. I tear it open with my teeth, roll it on with a groan that escapes before I can stop it.
She leans back on her elbows, watching me with hooded eyes, lips parted. “Show me.”
