Page 146 of Tortured Tones

A devilish smile quirked his lips. “I wouldn’t care if he was.”

“I didn’t think you would. Neither would I.” I caught the back of his hair and kissed him. Every touch of his hands seared my skin. Every taste of his lips sent fire skipping through my veins.

He moaned as he clutched my ass. After hoisting me up, he planted me onto the table and whisked off my panties followed by my bra. Lowering his head, he took one nipple in his mouth and tortured it with hot, wet kisses, licks, and sucks. Shivers and goose bumps dashed across my skin. Damn, that’s good.

“What time do you have to pick up Charlotte?” Closing my eyes, I arched into him. Fuck! That tongue of his was incredible.

“Lewis and Tia are babysitting.” He worked his way up to my lips and stole my breath. “I don’t have to be home until whenever.”

“And Hannah?” My voice came out a breathy pant.

“Catching up with friends.”

“Hmm.” I combed my fingers through his soft hair. “Did you plan this?”

“No. Good thing I’m spontaneous.”

“Good thing I don’t have to go back to the office this afternoon.” I skimmed my hand down the smooth plain of his ripped stomach, then dipped them into his boxer briefs. As I lowered them over his thighs, his erection sprang free. Oh yeah. That’s mine.

He caught my hand, yanked his boxer briefs off, and tossed them aside. Edging back between my legs, he teased his cock against my opening. He nudged and pressed it into my hot arousal. My core clenched and ached. I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him.

A saucy glint smoldered in the depths of his gaze as he swept my hair off my brow. “There’s no one listening in. No one else home. No need to rush. You’re so beautiful, Ava. I want to taste and touch every inch of you, but right now, I just want to fuck you. So is here okay?”

“Uh-huh.” I wound my legs around him and pulled him closer, grinding and rubbing my pussy against his cock. My body begged him to enter me. “Here, then my bed.”

“I can do that.” He grabbed a condom from the wallet in his jeans and rolled it on. Stepping in close, he erased the gap between us and kissed me. He smiled against my lips and drove into me slowly. His rock-hard cock filled me as he thrust into my depths.

My insides clenched around him. Panting against his mouth, I whispered. “God, you feel good.”

“You drive me crazy.” He swept his lips across mine. “You make me hard.” He rocked into me. “Blow my mind.” He withdrew an inch, then drove into me, urgent and deep. “Turn me on.”

Oh, wow. He could just keep doing that to me and I’d be happy forever.

As I snaked my hands around his shoulders, his hot flesh scorched my fingertips. Each touch, kiss, and connection embedded him deeper into my soul. We were different but alike. Messed up but cared about our families more than anything. We’d found each other when love had been the furthest thing from our minds. But now he was here, I didn’t ever want to let him go.

“Ava...” My name fell from his lips in a hot whisper. His breath quickened. His grip on my hips tightened.

I rocked and pulsed, matching his every move. The tension inside me wound higher and higher.

Too much emotion spiraled between us. There was no holding back.

He moaned, then hissed through his teeth as he pounded into me harder and faster.

My need for release burned inside my core. Closing my eyes, I rubbed against him.

Oh yes. There. More. Just there . . .

My toes curled. I dug my fingers into his shoulders. “Cole...I...oh shit!” My head fell back. My orgasm shot through me, sparking jolts of electricity through my body, skipping up my spine, down my arms, and tingling in my fingertips. My pussy throbbed and pulsed. Every cell in my system hummed and screamed ‘oh yeah!’

With hard drives and deep penetration, Cole pummeled into me. “Fuck, I love watching you come.”

“Careful, Mr. Tanner.” I panted against his lips. “I might like you making me do that.”

A sexy groan erupted deep in his throat. “I plan on it.”

I wrapped my arms around him and crushed his body against mine. I tilted my hips forward, clenched my walls around his cock, and pulsed in time with his moves.

The breath shot from his lungs as he jerked, convulsed, and found his release. As we shuddered and quaked together, he grinned against my lips. “Fuck, you do it for me.”

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