Page 49 of Player For Hire
The hot, wired look in his eyes ramped up my already overstimulated system. “Don’t you need recovery time?”
“To fuck you, yes. RIP my dick, but not to do this.” He drove two, then three fingers into me and I cried out.
I was swollen and dripping. I didn’t even realize how turned on I’d gotten doing that, but he knew.Knew exactly what I needed.
No sweetness here.
Nope, there was just that tiger I’d glimpsed before. The one who’d pushed me against the door the night before.
The peak was furiously brutal as he held onto me and shoved me back along the arm of the couch. As his mouth covered my nipple, he never stopped driving into me. My legs shook as I arched up.
Distantly, I heard something crash to the floor as I shouted out for mercy that definitely wasn’t coming. Thank God. There was only Colder, and finally, a release so good I had no choice but to melt into the leather.
He laid his cheek on my belly as we both gasped for breath. We were a shipwrecked duo.
I was little more than a rag doll when he lifted me off the couch.
I was getting the prince carry for the first time in my whole life, and my brain was too scrambled to appreciate it. He walked around to his bed and rolled us both in.
His hair was standing on end and he’d gone from heated sex god to sweetly boyish as he tucked me under his arm and pulled the sheet over us.
I wasn’t sure when I’d fallen asleep. Even when I’d moved.
The spring sunshine had waned to little more than a streak across the blankets when I resurfaced.
Colder was still out like a light. He was on his stomach with his arm banded across me, his face away from me.
He was heavy and…
I tried to pull the words into my muzzled brain. I’d never been good at napping. Though I wasn’t sure we could call what that was napping.
More like passing out after a marathon.
And I hadn’t even had actual sex with him yet.
A persistent beep started filling the room.
Colder groaned. “It can’t be six yet.”
The beeps turned to a drum beat and then a song. The growly voice of a singer I vaguely knew, but couldn’t have named. It was an older song.
I squeaked when he rolled over and tugged my back against his body, so I was completely enveloped in his warmth and scent.
“Hi.”
I glanced over my shoulder with a smile. “Hello.” My eyes widened at his erection poking against my butt.
“So soft and warm. If I had time, I’d show you what fuzzy, warm sex is like.”
“You don’t have time?”
“Not for the first time I get inside you, Naomi. I want to take my time.”
“You can take your time the next time.”
He groaned against my neck and filled his hand with my breast.
I rocked back against him. “Please.”