Page 24 of Recipe for Temptation (Madewood Brothers 4)

He straightened out their bodies, and his hands moved from her ass to her waist, then cupped her breasts.

“Please, Cole,” she whispered. “I need—” Her chest heaved when his hand lowered and fiddled with the tie of her robe.

When she looked up at him, he hesitated. That same hesitation she’d seen the night before, and only minutes earlier when he’d shied away from touching himself, flashed across his face.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, wanting desperately to say something, but he just couldn’t.

This time-out was doing nothing to reduce her desire. The heat from his body was still singeing her skin. Still tightening and curling up her insides so she felt she had no other option but to burst from the seams.

She clasped her palm on his cheek and lifted his head to look deep into his eyes. He could say anything he wanted, and it would rev her up. He could say “T-shirt” and she’d be a puddle at his feet.

He gave her a half smile. “I want to have sex. With you.”

Relief washed over her as she kissed his lips, running her fingers through his hair. “I like that thought.”

When her hand paused near his mouth, he quickly turned his head and sucked one of her fingers into it. Heat bloomed between her legs, and she let her head fall back on a gasp.

The man may not be able to tell her in the manner she craved, but he knew exactly what she wanted. Exactly what she needed.

Him.

He sucked lightly on her finger, then let it go. He bent to nuzzle her neck and tongued her skin with open mouth kisses.

Her core ached. She wanted this man inside her. Inside every part of her. With more want than she’d ever experienced. The fact that he was trying to give her what she wanted… Well, didn’t that just tug on her heartstrings and make her want him even more.

More than was appropriate. More than she’d ever get from him in return.

She shook off the blistering need. This man wasn’t the man. He was too closed off and judgmental. He may not even be capable of love. She saw it in his eyes and everything he did. Distant. Aloof. Solitary. And she needed someone to love her for the woman she really was, the Penn she was every day with him, not the facade she put on when she was with her family.

If she was going to fall in love, she wanted a man who was all in. One who was willing to get naked—body and soul. One who accepted her just as she was. No reservations. No games.

But just for the here and now… Who could resist such an incredible man?

His hand slipped between her legs, and he cupped her sex. He groaned when he found bare skin and swiped his fingers between her folds. She knew she was wet. Just the sight of him in the doorway this morning had her warm and achy. But now, with his lips on her skin and his hands in the place she needed them the most, she was positively ready. Ready to beg. Ready to give in to anything he wanted.

No, she didn’t want to fall in love with Cole Murphy. But fuck him? Oh, yes. She’d wanted to do that since the day she’d walked into Bistro for her very first interview.

She shivered again as he circled her clit. Her pleasure increased with each soft swipe of his finger and when he slipped two inside her, she groaned and shook in his arms. Fuck, who was she kidding? She didn’t need dirty talk. She didn’t need to play some coy little game. His thumb continued its assault on her clit while he slowly, surely, brought her closer and closer to reaching the pinnacle.

She had no idea sex with Cole would be so explosive.

She needed to soak it up. Savor it. Revel in it. Get in as many dirty minutes with him as she could, because as soon as they set foot in Toronto, they would go back to being just friends, and the walls he’d built up between them, the same walls that disappeared a little every time they were intimate, would once again leave her in the dark.

Which was exactly why she couldn’t give this man any more than her body.

She walked them over to one of the chairs in front of the sliding glass doors. A gentle breeze blew into the room, cooling her down from the heat of his kisses. He whipped her around to face outside and wasted no time tearing off her robe.

He placed his hand on her lower back and guided her to bend down. She braced her palms on the seat of the chair. She looked over her shoulder and spread her legs, letting him know she was ready. Willing. Wanting exactly what he was pulling out of his shorts.

The water crashed in front of them. Palm trees swayed and birds chirped. The surroundings were romantic. Beautiful. It was the complete opposite soundtrack for the out-of-this-world sex going on in the room.

Cole grabbed on to her hair with one hand and the other grasped her bottom. He squeezed hard, and with the strength of his grip, he was also opening her up, exposing the one spot she’d never given up. But she knew if Cole suddenly switched gears, she’d be on board.

“Condom,” he grunted.

She felt the loss of him immediately when cool air settled over her bare bottom. But he was back to her in no time, the condom wrapper already open and falling to the floor before he reached her.

When he was sheathed, he thrust inside her, hard and fast. Sweat broke out across her skin as pleasure built higher and higher with every one of his strokes. He pulled her hair and her head snapped up. She lifted one foot and placed it on the seat cushions. The change in angle was exactly what she needed to tip over the edge. A few more thrusts and she was soaring, tumbling into the vortex of an orgasm that tightened her entire body.

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