Page 8 of Under Pressure

“And after the vacation?”

“Things go back to normal. You and me, best friends.”

God, could I really do that?

Then again, could I really not do this?

He lifts my T-shirt, his gaze moving over my body like it’s the first time he’s seen it. “Sit up,” he whispers, all humor gone from his face.

I inch up until my mouth is near his nipple, and as he slides his hand around my back to release my bra clasp with practiced ease, I flick my tongue out and lick him, reveling in the warm, salty taste of his skin.

He flinches. “Jesus.” I do it again, and he growls. “Arms up.” I lift, and he peels off my T-shirt and removes my bra. “Lie back down.”

I catch the heat in his eyes as he makes me a small pillow with my shirt and his, tucking them carefully under my head. We might have just agreed to sex, but my heart tightens at the way he’s making me comfortable first and foremost. I’ve missed him since he left New York. A lot. Too much.

With a touch so gentle I could weep, he lightly strokes my breasts, his thumbs caressing my nipples. Does he touch all his lovers like this? If so, no wonder women are clamoring for a second time with him. But he has a revolving door, and a rule about never the same woman twice. Seriously, though, after experiencing his brand of lovemaking, who in their right mind would want any other man touching their body.

Lovemaking? What the hell?

It’s sex, Reese.

“These…” His soft breath washes over my quivering nipples as he zeroes in on them. “I have so many ideas for what I’m going to do to these.” He bends and swipes the soft blade of his tongue over one nipple.

“Cole,” I croak.

His gaze moves to mine, and his playfulness is back. “What’s wrong? Still afraid someone might come?”

“Yeah,” I say, so turned on it’s hard to think straight. The walls of the cave close in on me, nothing in the world existing but this man and the things he’s promising me.

“What about the ghost? Still afraid this place is haunted?” I nod and wonder what kind of game he’s playing. “Don’t you see? I’m helping you out with that, too.”

“How could you possibly help with that?” I ask.

“By making you moan loud enough to scare it away.”

Yes, please.

“That’s very good thinking, Cole.”

“I do what I can,” he says, and this time he pulls that same hard nipple into his mouth. I arch my back and whimper.

“Oh, so good…” I run my nails over his back, and when he growls, it thrills me that he’s as into this as I am.

Pressure builds between my legs, and I widen them. His cock presses against the hungry spot needing his touch, and I lift slightly, moving against him.

He softens his tongue and leisurely glides it over my other nipple and I whimper louder. “That’s it, Reese. Keep making noises like that.” He bites down, sucks my nub between his teeth.

“Yes,” I cry out and grip his hair to keep his mouth on me.

His soft chuckle vibrates through my body, and my nipples tighten even more. I moan and toss my head, my hair tangling beneath me. His mouth leaves my breasts and I cry out at the loss, but when he goes lower, my yelp of disappointment turns into a cry of approval. His tongue burns my flesh as he licks a path to the button on my shorts, and I gasp when he rips into them with his teeth.

“I think I need to find other ways to make you moan,” he teases. “But don’t worry. I have a lot of ideas.”

Thank you, universe.

Once he has the button open, he grips my shorts and slowly slides them down my legs, leaving my thong in place. My God, I could climax just from the way he’s looking at my barely there panties. I’m sure many women have seen that look in Cole’s eye before, but until today, I’ve never been lucky enough.

“You still with me, Reese?” he asks, since I’ve gone quiet.

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