Page 27 of Wrecked
A harsh breath rushed from between his lips at her huskily spoken words. “No?”
She stared up at him, blond hair framing her lovely face. “No.”
Was this really happening? This beautiful, sexy, sweet woman, a woman he had no right to touch, was actually offering herself to him? No way could he walk away. Not now. Not now that he was finally between her thighs, the scent of her arousal wrapped around him.
God, he’d wanted her for so long.
Watching her, testing her, he lightly skimmed his hand up her inner thigh and gently cupped her through that maddeningly sheer fabric. Shit. Heat radiated off her, and she was wet, really fucking wet. He could feel just how much she wanted him and could barely believe it. He dragged a finger along her pretty little slit, watching the muscles in her thighs tense.
She moaned and wriggled her ass, trying to get closer.
“You want more, sweet girl?”
“Yes…please.”
He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t think past giving Piper what she wanted, what she needed. Pleasuring the woman in front of him was the only thing that filled his head. Everything else, all the reasons why this was a monumentally stupid idea seemed so distant, so out of reach he could barely remember why he hadn’t allowed himself to have her in the first place. The only thing that mattered in that moment was Piper.
Sliding a finger down the side of her panties, he tore through the fabric easily. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Instead, she spread wider for him, asking for more, giving him permission to take what he wanted.
She had no idea. No damn idea how dangerous that was. Because he wanted it all.
He ran his finger along her bare cleft. The woman was scalding hot, drenched—and for tonight—all his.
“So fucking pretty.” He looked into her hooded, lust-dazed eyes. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted the taste of you on my tongue? How many times I’ve imagined what it would feel like to have you under my mouth? How I’ve fantasized about owning this”—he cupped her more firmly between her thighs—“corrupting it, until you love all the dirty things I want to do to you, until you’re begging me for it?”
Her breathing became harder, faster, and she shook her head. “You’ve fantasized about me?”
“I tried to fight it. But you haven’t made it easy, have you, Piper? This week, you’ve tormented me, day after goddamn day. Parading around barely dressed, showing off your sexy curves. Making me burn for you, making me hard for you. Making me so fucking desperate for you I could barely think straight.”
He couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth, but he could no more control that than he could the demand of his cock, desperate to sink inside her. “Do you want that, Piper? Do you want me to show you the fantasies that keep me awake at night, straining and so fucking hard? Until I have no choice but to close my eyes and imagine you riding my cock while I fuck my hand, imagining it’s you wrapped around me instead of my fist?” He pushed a finger inside her tight heat, and she cried out, undulating those soft, round hips, desperate for more.
“Cole, please?”
“Please what?” Her arousal coated his fingers, thighs gripping him tighter.
“I-I need…”
“More?”
“God, yes. More.”
Her hair was wild around her shoulders, her beautiful face flushed. He was helpless against her, couldn’t fight this if his life depended on it. He’d die a happy man.
Sliding his finger out, he pushed back in, adding a second. “You’re so fucking tight, so ready, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer, instead letting out a moan as he thrust deep. He had to see all of her, wanted to free her breasts, taste her pert nipples. Fisting her dress in his free hand, he dragged it up, and she lifted her arms for him. He pulled it over her head and flung it aside. “Shit.”
Her large breasts were encased in the same sheer fabric as her destroyed panties, and he could see her nipples clear through the cups, small and tight.
“Take off the bra.” He wanted her in his mouth, wanted to suck and lick her, taste her skin. She reached back and released the clasp, letting her breasts bounce free.
Jesus Christ.
Leaning in, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, loving the way her muscles spasmed around his fingers with every pull. She was close, so close. Curling his fingers, he rubbed against the bundle of nerves deep inside her and sucked harder. She fisted his hair, holding him close, tugging on the strands while her hips worked frantically against his hand.
“Cole. Ahhh…”
Then she broke apart, shattered. Her cries echoing in the small space. He watched her, his gaze eating her up hungrily as she came. The way the sweet agony of it made her even more beautiful, when he thought that was impossible. The way her breasts swelled and her pink nipples grew darker. The way her belly quivered and her muscles tensed.
