Page 43 of Wrecked
She gripped the bottom of his shirt and tugged it over his head, sighing when her bare skin met his. “Did you have a good day?” she whispered.
“It just got a whole lot better.” He slid a hand down between them, toying with her through her panties. Cupping the back of her head, he took her mouth in a hot, hard kiss. His tongue slid against hers hungrily, and with his free arm wrapped around her, holding her immobile, all she could do was squirm on his lap.
She couldn’t believe the needy sounds coming from her, but she was unable to hold them back. God, she felt starved of him. Cole’s arms tightened, then he twisted, and she was on her back on the mattress. He went to his knees on the floor, slid off her underwear, his broad shoulders filling the space between her thighs, and dragged her ass closer to the edge of the bed.
“Condoms are in the bedside drawer.” She reached out and yanked it open. After getting caught without that first time, she’d made a trip to the drugstore.
He shook his head. “I need your taste on my tongue.”
Her inner muscles clenched, and she spread wider for him, inviting him to put his mouth on her.
“You like that idea?”
“Yes.” There was no use in playing coy, not when she was with Cole. Not when she knew their time together had a fast-approaching use-by date.
“Shit, Piper.” He leaned in, his shoulders forcing her legs wider, and placed his hot mouth over her. She moaned, lifting her hips as he spread her with his tongue. He traced her inner lips, tormenting her for what felt like forever. Threading her fingers through his hair, she tried to grind against his mouth, pleaded with him to put her out of her misery. He just chuckled and gently pushed his tongue inside her. He fucked her like that, teasing her, until she was bucking and moaning.
He growled against her slick flesh. “Jesus, you taste good.”
Sliding his tongue higher, he circled her clit, making her gasp. One of his hands left her thighs, but she barely noticed because he started flicking his tongue over her in a teasing way that had her straining upward for more.
A low humming sound broke through her haze of lust, but before she could question it, something cool and blunt was pressing at her opening.
Oh god, he’s found my vibrator. He must have seen it when she opened her drawer. She should probably be embarrassed by it, but right then she was too turned on to care.
He flicked his tongue over her clit again, and she bucked. “What do you think about when you fuck yourself with your pretty pink vibrator?” he said against her wet skin.
She was too far gone to come up with a lie. “You,” she gasped. “I fuck myself thinking about you.”
“Jesus.” His voice was deep, distorted with lust. “You don’t know what that does to me, Pipe. Shit, knowing that turns me inside out. Will you let me fuck you with it, sweet girl? Let me watch you come all over it, before I fill you with my cock and fuck you again?”
“Yes. Please. Do it.”
He pushed it inside her, sliding it in and out as he sucked on her clit. She felt her orgasm race up on her almost instantly, and when she felt the first flutter of her inner muscles, he replaced his mouth with his fingers, sliding them over her clit to keep her coming, while he watched her come around the vibrator like he’d promised.
As soon as she collapsed back on the bed, he slid it from her body, threw it on the bed, and tore open his jeans. He rolled on a condom and covered her, pushing inside with one hard, deep thrust.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he stared down at her, holding her gaze as he took her without restraint, hard and fast. A minute later, she was coming again. When she opened her eyes, he was still watching her, intense. But there was also a softness in his eyes that made her cling to him tighter, made her gasp from the impact of it. His cock pulsed inside her, and he buried his face against her throat, groaning as he joined her.
They lay quiet for a long time. Piper running her hand silently over his back, enjoying the moment, the intimacy.
Finally, he kissed the underside of her jaw, slid out of bed, and went to the bathroom. When he came back he pulled her up and over him, and kissed the top of her head, trailing fingers gently over her skin.
She felt cocooned in his arms, never more wanted than when they were snuggled in the dark like this.
“You have a good day, baby?” he asked into the silence.
“Yeah, just the usual.”
He squeezed her gently. “Something wrong?”
He’d obviously picked up on something in her voice. She’d spent a lot of time in the office today, and she’d hated it.
“What is it, Pipe?”
She sighed. “I’m sick to death of paperwork. I want more time in the garage.” She cleared her throat. “But I’m hoping once I’ve finished the Chevy, things will be different.” For some reason, she wanted to tell someone about it, tell Cole about it. It was looking so good. The engine rebuild was going without a hitch, and she was proud of the work she’d done on it.
He rolled her to her back, rested his head in his hand, and started tracing patterns on her belly. “The Chevy?”
