Page 126 of Tortured Tones

“Not sexy...but sexy.” Who was I kidding? Everything about her made my mouth water, my blood hot, and my dick ache to be inside her. I hadn’t craved to be with any woman in years. I had a lot of sex, but most of the time, it was just for fun. Feel ’em up. Fuck ’em. Leave ’em. But with Ava...I burned for her. I wanted to taste every inch of her skin, take my time exploring her body, tease and taunt her until I made her come. Preferably more than once.

She pursed her lips and eyed my bare chest and stomach. “You, in nothing but ripped jeans...damn.”

“I prefer you in nothing.” Grinning, I caught the bottom edge of her black T-shirt and tugged it over her head and tossed it on the chair. I pulled her belt free, then lowered the zipper of her work pants. Dipping my fingers inside them, I brushed the front of her wet panties. “Hmm. Are you just sweaty or hot for me?”

As she leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttered closed. “Sweaty, but keep this up, and it will change quickly.”

I chuckled. She was always blunt and honest. In this world of bullshit and pretense, she didn’t get swept up in the hype of who I was. She never spun lines to impress me, nor offered to do anything just to fuck me. I liked that. And every tease of her warm breath on my face intoxicated me.

Usually I took my time with a woman. I loved foreplay and fooling around...but not today. I needed Ava. After taking hold of her work pants and panties, I yanked them down her long legs. Fuck. Boots. I caught her around the hips and lowered her onto the bed. But pulling her clothes over her boots proved futile. The cuffs weren’t wide enough. Shit. I grabbed the heel of her shoe. “Can these just pull off?”

She giggled. “No. They’re double-laced knots.”

I should’ve removed them first. Me and my dick were too eager to get inside her.

“Cole?” She leaned forward to undo her laces. “I’ll do my boots. You do yours. And remove the rest of your clothes while you’re at it.”

I took hold of her chin and tilted her head back. As I glanced down at her, my heart hammered against my ribs. “What if I want you to take them off?”

She stole a quick glance at my crotch, then met my gaze again. “This way is quicker. When you’re naked, you’ll get my hands and my mouth all over you. So stop fucking around and undress...Mr. Tanner.”

“Fuck.” My dick doubled in hardness. I ripped my laces undone and yanked off my combat boots, followed by my clothes. As Ava kicked her boots free and eased her panties and work pants off, I scanned her long legs. My balls lurched. “We’re not gonna make the shower.”

“I’m amazed we made it onto the bed.” She reached behind her back and removed her bra.

I stepped between her knees. She ran her fingernails up through the hairs on my legs. My raging hard-on loomed before her. It ached and pulsed and begged for action. I’d love her sweet lips around me. To fuck that pretty mouth of hers. But all in good time. As I leaned forward, she laid back on the mattress. I kissed her fiery lips, then made my way down her body, flicked my tongue over her nipples and across her stomach. God. She had a rockin’ figure. As I fell onto my knees on the floor, a surge of heat flooded through my veins. I had to have her. Be with her. Taste her.

I glided my palm over the flat of her belly, across her hip, and down her thigh. Lowering my head, I teased my lips across her bare pussy. The scent of her spun my mind. Touching her lured me in. I flicked my tongue into her slit—just one gentle swipe. Fuck! Her hot arousal had never tasted so good.

“Cole.” She drove her fingers into my hair and gave it a pull. “Don’t tease me.”

“Ava, I’ve craved you for three weeks. I’m gonna make you come, then fuck you, then we’ll go from there.”

“Good. Now stop talking.” She wriggled on the bed, widening her knees.

Grinning, I claimed her with my mouth. Firming my tongue, I licked and swiped it over her clit. As I savored her taste, I buried two fingers inside her. Teasing. Taunting. Touching. The little murmurs falling from her lips and the pulsing of her pussy against my face had me close to coming undone.

She hooked her leg over my shoulder and clutched at the bedsheets. The heat between us scorched the air. I let go of all my restraint, fear, and frustration. The walls around my heart cracked. She’d gone above and beyond to save my daughter and help me. How could I not care for her? I lapped and licked her, unable to be restrained. I was a lost cause. As her breath quickened, her body tensed around me. My pulse surged, igniting my fire for her. I plunged my fingers into her wet warmth. Flicking my tongue, I circled and sucked her harder and faster. Pure heaven.

“Oh...there.” She arched off the bed. Her core clenched around my fingers. With a moan, she cried out, “Oh, fuck.”

Giggling and panting, she convulsed and shuddered. As I held her in place, I dragged and swirled my tongue over her as she rode out her orgasm. She clutched at my hair and wriggled to stop my onslaughts. “Damn, that’s so good. But enough.”

Oh, we were so not done.

I crawled onto the bed, and we shuffled up toward the pillows. Hovering over her, I eased between her legs. Tilting my hips forward, I teased my cock against her opening. A raspy moan rumbled in my throat. “See what you do to me?”

“Yeah.” She drew my lips toward her and clutched onto my hair, tight.

Fuck, I loved that—the shivers shooting over my scalp, along my arms, and down spine, rushing toward my dick. Fire consumed me. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Every touch of her lips and taste of her kisses was an overload. I hadn’t been this lost in someone for years. Every kiss made me burn for more. Made me hunger to be closer to her.

I had to have her.

“Shit, Ava.” I dragged my lips away. “Let me grab a condom before I blow my load.”

I dashed to my suitcase, grabbed one from my stash, and rushed back to the bed. Back to kissing her, teasing her, touching her.

“Cole?” Fear flickered in her eyes as she placed her hand on my thundering heart. “I’m not gonna lie to you. I’m terrified of the way I feel for you. I’m worried about tomorrow. The future. But now, I’m here. Very here.”

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