Page 61 of Cody

We were taking things slowly—well, except for the sex. The sex had only gotten better, if that were possible. The intensity of our attraction to each other hadn’t begun to fizzle out. We spent a lot of time together, but we also knew when to give the other person space.

I hadn’t seen Cody for the last five days because he’d gone on a fishing trip to Florida with his brothers. God, I missed him. Missed his gravelly voice and his grizzly bear ways. Missed how he looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He had a way of making me feel, and not just through touch. And I missed his cooking.

I laughed softly and took another sip of coffee, and then I heard a noise that indicated that someone had come inside the café. I glanced at my computer to see the time, surprised that Sarah had come in so early, guessing that she had something to take care of before the café opened.

“I’m back here!” I called out so that I wouldn’t scare her. She knew I was coming in this morning to take care of business, but I was usually gone before she arrived and opened up to the public because I often came in wearing my pajamas.

This morning I was wearing a blue flannel onesie with the built-in feet that Robin and Dan had gotten me for Christmas. It zipped up the front and had cute little kittens all over it and was super warm. I hadn’t taken the time to brush my hair before I’d left the house, and I realized that the unruly mass and the style of my sleepwear made me look like a big five-year-old.

I leaned back in my chair and stretched my arms above my head, letting out an unladylike groan. I closed my eyes and thought about going home and going back to bed. In this cold, wintery weather it would be so easy to burrow beneath the warm covers and fall back to sleep. It would be nicer if my man were with me. The thought made me giggle.

“What put that smile on your face, baby?”

I jolted, my eyes snapping open as I dropped my arms.My manwas standing on the other side of my desk with a gleam in his eyes that suggested that he was thinking impure thoughts. Especially with the way those dark, smoldering orbs slid lazily down my body.

“I was actually thinking about a man,” I teased, looking him over. He looked tired. “When did you get back?”

“Got back early this morning.” He came around to where I was sitting. “Stopped at home to get cleaned up. Knew you’d be here this morning.” He pulled me from my chair, his eyes once again scanning over my appearance. His wolfy grin sent blistering heat through my body. “Didn’t think I’d be coming home to a beautiful little sex kitten.” The back of his hand ran gently over my cheek. “Missed you, woman.”

I knew it was coming. His kiss. Because Cody liked kissing me, and when he did it rocked my world and threw me into an instant arousal that had no bounds. It was the match that always lit the short fuse between us, and the second his mouth slammed against mine I melted against him eagerly. He crushed me against his unyielding frame and took what he wanted. His hands glided slowly down my sides and around the small of my back, then lower still until he cupped my bottom.

My heart began to pound as we devoured one another like there was no tomorrow. I moaned beneath the onslaught of his rough possession, aware that one of his hands had roamed up to tangle in my hair. The other kneaded my butt. He yanked my head back and began to kiss my neck. His breathing, and the way he was handling me, told me that he was already ready to fuck me.

“I missed you, too,” I panted, twisting my head so he had better access to the side of my neck. His kisses took him all over, most of them between a lick and a nick. I closed my eyes, moaning when his tongue pushed its way into my mouth.

He couldn’t seem to make up his mind where he wanted his mouth on me.

I willingly went with the flow, marveling at how alive Cody made me feel, how cherished. I’d learned early on in our relationship that when Cody gave himself, he didn’t hold back. He took, he demanded, and he was generous.

I was just growing used to the minty taste of his toothpaste when he pulled away enough to mumble, I’ve been wanting to fuck you on your desk since you opened up. Does this thing have a trap door?”

I couldn’t help it—I laughed, knowing that he was referring to my onesie, and I pushed him a step back. “No.” Under his watchful eyes, I reached for the zipper and slowly began to lower it. Cody’s smoldering gaze followed along as the material began to part away from my body.

His eyes burned me where they went. When I’d reached my breasts, he leaned forward and kissed where I was exposed, moving down as the zipper went. “I don’t know if we have time to go all the way,” I cautioned, checking the clock and knowing that Sarah would be here soon. My clit was already throbbing; I was so turned on.

“How soon?” he asked as his hands pulled my pajamas down my shoulders and arms, baring my body to the waist. His mouth latched onto a nipple.

“Maybe fifteen minutes,” I murmured. “God that feels good, Cody.” His hand slipped beneath the material between my legs. His finger raked over my slit, causing me to arch wildly and cry out.

“Fuck, you’re soaked for me,” he growled. “I want to taste you so badly, baby. I want your slick on my tongue.”

Oh, God!I could almost climax at his words.

“There’s so much I want to do to you.” His finger entered me, sliding in easily, I was so wet. “But I don’t want to start something I can’t finish.” He began to piston his finger in and out. Our faces were touching, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, mouth to mouth.

“I think you’re too late,” I said hoarsely in a weak breath. I began to move my hips, and when Cody added another finger, I knew it wouldn’t take long to fall over the edge. “God, Cody, that feels so good! Don’t stop! Please!”

I moved my hips faster, seeking the relief his fingers promised. His fingers thrust deeper, his thumb riding against my clit in a dance that would destroy me in the most pleasurable way. Our heavy breathing escalated and meshed, and I thought to myself that if he stopped now, I’d die.

“Don’t leave me!” I begged in a whisper-shout. I didn’t care that I sounded desperate.

“Never!” he snarled, thrusting harder. “I wish this was my dick inside you!”

God, me too!Had I said that aloud?

Grunting, and with blinding speed, Cody yanked the rest of my bodysuit down my legs. His next move was just as hasty as he undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees. In the next instant he picked me up and thrust his cock inside me to the hilt. I released a cry of bliss and locked my legs around him as he began to pound fast, hard, and furious.

We reached our orgasms at a breath-stealing speed. I screamed, convulsing wildly and helplessly as Cody roared against the side of my throat and shuddered violently as his warm seed filled me. While his cock pulsed inside of me, I heard the distinct sound of someone coming in the front door. Thank God for the bell above the door that alerted us when someone came in.

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