Page 15 of Under Pressure

“I love making you come,” I say and brush her hair from her shoulders as sweat breaks out on my body. “I love seeing the look on your face as you let go for me.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, pressure builds between my legs and comes to a peak. Her muscles tighten around my cock and I settle my mouth on her.

“Fuck, Reese,” I say between hot, hungry kisses. I pull her against my body and climax high inside her. Air rips from my lungs as my cock pulses and throbs with the hot flow of release. I let loose a low growl of sexual satisfaction, and it mingles with the soft erotic sounds rising in her throat. Christ almighty, sex with her gets better every single time.

“Cole,” she murmurs as I pulse inside her hot pussy, and her trembling hands tug at me like she can’t get me close enough. I pant and try to catch my breath as our bodies mold together as one. I hold her so tight, crush her to me so hard, I’m sure she can’t breathe, but I can’t let go.

Won’t let go.

A sound catches in her throat, and I reluctantly loosen my hold so I can see her. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is pressed tight. My heart jumps into my throat as panic zings through me. I want to give her what she wants, but I pray to fucking God it doesn’t fuck over everything between us.

Chapter Five

Reese

Sunlight pours in through the open curtains, and I lay there completely naked in Cole’s bed, enjoying the early morning sea breeze through the cracked window. My God, what would the girls think if they ever found out I was having sex with my best friend. I know a few of them have hit on Cole over the years, have tried to get him exactly where I have him right now, but he always turned them down. I was never sure why, but I’m kind of glad that he did.

I shift to my side and look at the sleeping man beside me. My breath catches as lust punches into my stomach. Honest to God, he’s so handsome, yet so boyish-looking in his sleep that it’s all I can do not to touch him, to snuggle in close and hope for a repeat of last night. It’s not the first time we’ve slept in the same bed. Heck, when we were younger, he used to sneak in through my bedroom window whenever it stormed just to hold me. But last night is definitely the first time we had sex in one.

Not wanting to wake him, I shift on the mattress carefully, and muscles I haven’t used in a long time ache. But it’s a good ache, a great reminder of all the naughty things I’ve been doing with Cole. I can’t believe how thorough he is in bed, what an amazing lover he is. It’s like he is so attuned with my body he knows just how I like to be touched, what I need to push me over the edge. I

could so get used to being with Cole like this.

As I think about that, my bliss disappears. No way does Cole want to move past a sexual relationship. He told me, when we return home, things go back to normal. He has total commitment issues. Heck, he doesn’t have sex with the same person more than once. Then again, we’ve had sex a few times already. But he’s just allowing me to play out a fantasy, fulfill the requirements of my dossier. Epic sex. That’s all this is. My best friend, who’s always been there for me, is just once again stepping in to help me out.

I tiptoe to the bathroom and turn on the shower. Even though I don’t want to wash his warm scent from my body, after our passionate night of sex, I need to get cleaned up and ready for today’s adventure. Spending a lazy day in bed with him sounds much better than a five-hour drive to go on a wildlife tour, however. But my sponsor paid a lot for this vacation, and it wouldn’t be fair to let it go to waste.

I open the sliding glass door and climb into the large tiled area. The hot spray feels glorious against my chafed skin, compliments of the scruff on Cole’s chin. I tilt my head back and close my eyes. I stand like that for a long time and try not to think about what it will be like for Cole and me when we leave here. I hear a noise and my lids flutter open to find the shower door cracked and a naked Cole watching me. I gasp as our gazes collide.

“How long have you been standing there,” I ask, my breath a little harder to capture as I take in his ripped body.

“Long enough.” Eyes ablaze with heat and hunger, he looks down, and I follow his gaze to his cock.

I take in the long, hard length of him, and my body responds with a quiver. “Oh,” is all I can manage to get out as the air around us charges with sexual energy.

“Yeah, oh.” He grins. “Can we join you?”

“You think there’s enough room for the two of you in here,” I tease.

“I think so.”

“If not, we’ll have to a find a way to deflate little Cole.”

He laughs. “Little Cole?”

If I knew what was good for me, I’d put an end to this weekend right now, get out while the getting was good. But I don’t have the strength to deny myself what I really want, even though it goes against my best interest, so I crook my finger, and Cole climbs in. He slides big hands around my body, and I sag against him, his chest to my back, where I feel his strong heartbeat pound into my shoulder blade. I move against him, unable to get close enough as my breasts grow hot and achy. Why does it always feel so good to be in his arms? Why did I feel so lost when he left New York?

He puts his mouth to my ear, his hands caressing my bare skin. “How do you feel?”

“Good,” I say, even though my emotions are a chaotic mess.

“Just good?” His voice is playful as he grips my rib cage, his index fingers brushing my breasts. They swell beneath the rough pads of his thumbs and I moan, my body aching for something far more intimate. “Better?”

Playing along, I say. “Maybe just a bit.”

“Oh, is that right.” He splays his fingers and slides his hand down over my stomach. He cups my mound and squeezes, and I lean forward slightly to rub my ass against his cock, a vicious little tease.

“How do you feel?” I ask in return.

“You tell me.” He grips his cock, and from behind slides it between my thighs.

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