She shook her hair out as he hung the helmets on the wall hooks, then he started to strip off one of his black leather fingerless gloves.
“Babe? Wait.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Wait for what?”
She reached out, stroked her fingertips over the leather on the back of his hand. Shivered. “Leave these on for me?”
One corner of his lush mouth quirked in a grin. “Oh, baby… Your wish is my command.”
He stepped toward her and picked her up, backed her against the wall, his hard-packed body holding her there while he stripped her shirt over her head, kissing her neck as her bra came off. Sensation fluttered through her system, lighting her up with a stark desire that pooled low in her belly, between her legs. And the lovely, thick bulge of his erect cock pressed against her. He shifted lower, so the hard ridge was between her thighs. There was too damn much denim separating them.
“Come on, Cole. I need you,” she pleaded, her body desperate for his.
He stepped back to unbuckle her belt, then she helped kick her way out of her jeans. Reaching for him, nearly blind with the rushing heat, her pulse thundering behind her eyes, in her aching clit, she managed to unbutton his jeans and found his naked cock.
“Ah, baby girl,” he moaned as she wrapped her fingers around him and squeezed. “Yeah, make it rough. You know how I like it.”
She squeezed harder, loving how thick he was, how heavy his flesh in her hand, even half-held in his tight jeans. She reached farther, wrapping her fingers around the base before drawing them back up the long shaft, his skin like velvet under her touch.
“Mmm, yeah, Janie girl,” he murmured, his eyes closing.
She began a hard stroke then, her desire rising along with his ever-hardening cock, until she felt the heavy pulse in the swollen head that signaled his oncoming climax.
Oh, she loved this—the feeling of power, that she could do this to him. Loved the scent of their arousal in the air, hearing his moans. And that shaft of lovely, throbbing flesh in her hand… she’d always been turned on by his cock, had always loved to touch him, to take him in her mouth. To feel his pleasure blending with her own until she couldn’t tell where his began and hers ended.
With a guttural groan he pulled back, grabbing her wrist and pulling her hand away.
“Not yet. Not like this. It’s your turn, my girl.Now.”
With his hard, muscled torso and one hand on her ass, he backed her up again until she was pressed firmly against the wall, and plunged the other hand between her thighs, hard against her mound through the sheer lace of her thong.
“Oh!”
“Ah, you’re soaking wet already.”
“I told you. Ineedyou. Cole…”
“You want the gloves?” he asked, his voice a low, rasping growl.
“Oh, yes.”
He yanked her in tight once more, pressing her naked body tight against his with a hand gripping her waist. She could feel his erection against her bare thigh, wanted him inside her. But she knew he intended to give her what she’d asked for—anything else would have to wait.
He kissed her neck, bit gently, then harder when she moaned. His whisper was a low growl in her ear. “Hang on, Janie girl.”
She did as he said, snaking one hand up under his T-shirt, exactly as she’d been dying to do all night, and wrapping her other arm around his neck. He lifted her, guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist and stepped back a bit, far enough that her upper back was stable against the wall, leaving her ass available for his wickedly talented hands.
“Good girl,” he said. “I’m going to spank you now, and you’re going to love it. It’s going to make you so wet. It always does. AndI’lllovethat. And while I’m spanking you, know that it’s because you asked for it. That I’m doing what you need. That it brings us closer. And that I’ll enjoy the hell out of it.”
“Oh… yes, please,” was all she could say, desire shimmering over her skin, making her squirm.
“Still now, baby.”
“Yes, Cole.”
She pulled in a deep breath. And gasped when he smacked her ass, the leather glove a sharp sting on her needy flesh.
“Good, baby?” he asked.