“Watching me stroke my cock turns you on?”
“Fu-uck, Cole.” She nodded vigorously, letting out a whimper when he fluttered his tongue against her clit. “It’s so damn hot.”
In a weird way, they were the perfect sexual match. Drawing Cole out of his shyness, helping him find his way in the bedroom, had taught Penn that she enjoyed giving in, submitting, just as much as she’d enjoyed taking control.
All Cole had needed was a little coaxing to come out of his shell. And damn if he wasn’t a quick learner.
She pushed back against the tile, spread her legs wider, and fisted her hands over the ledge. Watching him pleasure himself. “So close…”
He moaned and mumbled against her sex, “Come for me, Penn. Come in my mouth.”
She was mesmerized by the hand that jerked his cock and the two fingers thrusting in and out of her, the tongue circling between her folds. By the beat of the slick water that hit her breasts and stomach. By the almost stifling fog and heat that scorched her skin.
She detonated, her body tightening, quivering, convulsing to the rhythm of his fingers and tongue.
She heard him grunt his release. His mouth tightening against her mound but still licking.
The pounding water against the tile was the only sound heard above their erratic breathing.
Cole was the first to surface, standing and pulling her up against him. His hands smoothed away the wet strands of her hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks. He smiled down at her and pressed his lips to hers in such a gentle gesture that it brought tears to her eyes.
Then he returned to washing off her body. When they were both clean and had dried off, he carried her out, settled her on the bed, then wrapped her up in the sheet.
“Have a little rest first, but then I have plans for us.”
She nodded.
He left the room, the lower half of his body wrapped in a white towel. Whoever decided that hotel towels should be universally white was brilliant…and obviously a woman, because the sight of Cole’s tanned skin against the fluffy white was sexy as hell.
She’d thought they were friends a few days ago. But now, after he’d given her so many orgasms she’d lost count, she had no idea what they were. And that was the whole problem.
She’d never be able to justify to others, even to herself, why she’d dismissed her principles for a good lay. Besides, even if she did want to see where things could go between them, there was no way in hell Cole would be on board. He was too focused, too intent on atoning for a childhood that was still a complete mystery, to ever take this seriously.
Chapter Ten
Cole’s thumb shook as it hovered over the green telephone icon on his cell phone. It had been there for almost five minutes as he’d contemplated calling the one female in this world who could give him the push he needed. Hell, the one person in the world.
He hadn’t really realized what he’d done in the shower until it was over. He’d jerked himself off.
In front of her.
He knew it was normal, that there was nothing wrong with dirty talk and all those things he’d always hesitated over. But being the son of a prostitute meant baggage. Things he didn’t want to deal with, that he’d rather just close the door on. And if he didn’t tell Penn about his past, he wouldn’t have to deal with it.
But for the first time in his adult life, he didn’t want to feel unworthy of a woman like Penn. Didn’t want to be unworthy.
He was freer with her, and he couldn’t help chasing that feeling.
He’d thought he’d gone into this week with his eyes wide open. Foolish. No matter how prepared he was to maintain his distance, maintain some kind of barrier so that they could exist professionally when they returned home, it had been futile.
With a shake of his head and a deep breath, h
e hit send.
Veronica’s familiar voice answered on the second ring. “If it isn’t Mr. Hawaii.”
He laughed. “Don’t be jealous that I’m in a tropical paradise, and you can’t get your pregnant belly onto a plane.”
Veronica Whitfield was one of his oldest friends, and soon-to-be sister-in-law.