Page 41 of Icing the Cougar
“Not like this. I mean… all the way. I missed—” He stops.
I decide to say what he won’t. “I missed you too,” I say. “I missed your crazy, and your stubborn, and the way you’d leave marks on my body just to prove you could.”
His eyes go even wider. The shift in him is instantaneous; all of a sudden, he’s the one crowding me, his hands flat on the hood behind me, his body a wall of muscle and want. “Say that again.” I can feel the vibration in his chest.
I try to swallow with my throat going tight. “I missed the way you’d fuck me like you were trying to ruin me.”
He sucks in a breath. He just stares at me. Then he grins.
“Christ,” he says. “You really want to do this here?”
I look around at the empty garage, the cold concrete and flickering lights. I look at him, all animal need and shaky restraint. “I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
He lifts me up and sets me on the hood, spreading my knees with his own. I feel the cold metal through my leggings, butit’s nothing compared to the burn of his hands. He presses his forehead to mine, breathing hard.
“Trinity,” his voice is ragged, “tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Don’t you dare,” I whisper.
He groans, and then he kisses me again. This time it’s brutal with teeth and tongue, and I’m here for it all. I feel his shoulder muscles shift and tense under my fingers. He makes a sound, half-laugh, half-growl.
He slides his hand down between us and palms me through my leggings, making me gasp and arch into him. I’m soaked, and he smiles against my mouth wickedly.
He breaks the kiss. “You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now.”
“Then do it,” I challenge, eyes locked on his. “Right here. Right now.”
He shivers, actually shivers, and then he pulls himself together, steady hands on my hips as he tugs me closer to the edge of the hood.
He’s rough, but careful. He peels down my leggings just enough, exposing my bare ass to the cold air, then slides his hand between my thighs, two fingers plunging inside me without warning.
I moan. The echo is obscene in the empty garage.
He’s breathing hard, watching my face as he fucks me with his fingers, slow at first, then faster. “God, you’re perfect. You’re so wet.”
“Please,” I gasp, and he grins, loving every second.
He unzips his own pants, freeing his cock, and we both just stare at each other. I want him so bad my whole-body aches for it.
He lines up and thrusts in, one rough, hard motion. I cry out, grabbing at his arms for balance. He sets a fast pace, each stroke slamming me back against the car. The risk of getting caught, the chill in the air, the impossible intensity of him—it all blends together into something wild and feral.
He bites my neck, hard, just under my ear, and I feel my pussy walls squeeze his cock harder. He does it again, lower, and I know he’s leaving a trail of marks down my collarbone and across my chest.
“Mine,” he says, voice gone deep and dark. “You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, because it’s true. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
He fucks me harder, hands everywhere—one on my throat, one under my ass, lifting me up so he can hit even deeper. My nails rake his back through his shirt, and he hisses.
I’m close, so close I can barely breathe. He feels it, and shifts, rubbing my clit with his thumb as he pounds into me. It’s too much, too good.
I come, hard, screaming his name. The echo bounces off every wall in the garage, and I don’t care. I want the whole world to know.
He follows a second later, driving into me with a force that makes my bones shake. He groans my name, head thrown back, and I watch the shudder roll through his whole body.
For a long minute, we just stay like that, fused together, hearts hammering.
