Page 2 of Icing the Cougar
Fuck me, I’m in trouble.
I sit on the bed, expecting her to fall back asleep. Expecting her to flake out, but she doesn’t. She pulls herself closer and leans against me, and she doesn’t let go of my hand. Her breathing slows. I wait for her to pass out again. She doesn’t do that either.
She opens her eyes, and they’re clearer than before. "You saved me," she says.
"Just made sure you didn’t do anything you’d regret."
She runs a finger slowly down my arm. "You don’t know what I’d regret."
She has no idea what she's saying. She has to be high as a fucking kite, but then her hand is on my chest. It slides under my shirt, and she smiles like she knows what she's doing. Like she wants to do it.
"Easy," I say. "You’re still—"
"Trinity." She bites her lip and lets it go, looking up at me. "That’s my name."
I thought she’d be asleep by now. Instead, she's getting more awake by the second. More awake and more persistent. Her fingers hook through my belt loops, and she pulls me closer, until I’m pressed against her, and the rest of the world is a distant, fading memory. She tugs at my jeans, at my shirt, and I wonder how the hell I’m going to stop this before it gets out of control.
I should. I know I should. Her lips brush my ear, and her breath is warm and soft.
If I were a good guy, I’d stand up and leave right this instant. Although, I’m not a good guy, and I turn towards her and crash my mouth on hers.
Every doubt evaporates, every reason not to give in goes with them. My hands are in her hair, pulling her closer. Her mouth is on mine, hungry, relentless. I catch her scent, like lavender and sandalwood. It blurs my head and sharpens my desire, and I can’t hold back.
I don’t want to.
She pulls at my shirt, tugging the fabric until it slips over my head. She moves with a single-mindedness that I should find frightening, but instead it lights a spark that burns away everything but need and want and more. I kick my jeans free. Her dress is next, and the thin straps slide down her shoulders, down her arms, down to a puddle on the floor.
She only has a black lace thong underneath and removes the last layer of clothing. She watches me take her in. There’s nothing modest about it. There’s nothing shy. Her body is smooth and warm under my hands; her breath is hot on my neck. She wraps around me, pulling me closer, tighter. I'm ready to lose it. Her legs twine around my waist, making us fall onto the bed. She gasps when I press against her. I'm breathless with how much I want her, with how much she wants me. I can’t keep my hands off her, can’t keep my lips from trailing her skin.
I worship her body like she’s a goddess.
Her fingers are in my hair, on my back, tracing the lines of my muscles. Her hips rise to meet mine, teasing, and her voice is a soft, needy plea. "Please," she breathes.
I move down, tasting her. She moans, and her nails dig into my shoulders. I'm dizzy, overwhelmed, and she’s relentless, pushing me to the brink of losing my mind. We’re tangled and breathless, and she rolls over me, pinning me under her, but I swiftly flip us so that I’m on top.
I grab the condom from my wallet. My hands shake as I tear it open and slide it on. I never lose control like this. I never lose control, period.
Her eyes are locked on mine, and I push into her, making her gasp. Her arms and legs wrap around me, pulling me in deeper. I thrust again, and she cries out.
Her voice is the only sound in the room. "Yes," she gasps. "Yes."
It's everything I didn’t know I needed. We find an urgent rhythm, like we’re racing against time. Her fingers dig into my skin.
She bites her lip, and the sight of it almost undoes me.
We move together, closer and closer, bodies slick, every nerve ending on fire. I’m holding on by a thread, and that thread snaps when she moans, louder this time, like it’s being ripped from her chest.
Fuck me, Trinity.
We climax together, trembling, shattering. I bury my face in her neck as we both lose it, as the intensity washes over us and leaves us breathless and spent. Her heart hammers against my chest.
She falls asleep with her head on my shoulder, and I watch the steady rise and fall of her breathing as I stroke her hair. I wasn’t looking for anything like this to happen tonight. Her skin is marked where my mouth was. A reminder. A warning.
I pull on my clothes in the dark. I’m out the door before dawn, leaving her with hazy memories and a mysterious mark on her skin. I can’t stop thinking about how she’ll wake up alone, thinking it was all a dream.
I wonder if she’s right.
Chapter 2
