Page 50 of Perfect Fling
Cole was aman of few words to begin with, so when Erin walked into Joe’s, swung her arm around his neck and kissed him senseless, in front of Joe and all of Serendipity, she stunned him into silence.
And then she seduced him with her mouth and her words. She wanted to be in his bed? He had no problem taking her there. Not long after leaving Joe’s, they were back at Erin’s. He did a quick perimeter check and a sweep of the house before opening her car door, scooping her into his arms, and carrying her through the house and upstairs to her bedroom.
Cole lowered her to the bed. He stripped off his clothes until he was completely nude. It was easy enough to rid her of a skirt that was partially open anyway, before removing the rest of her outfit. Soon, he had her where he wanted her, in nothing but a flimsy pair of panties and a sexy bra with her lush cleavage spilling over the lace cups, staring up at him with pure desire in her hazel-green eyes.
As hard as it was to accept what the idea of the pregnancy meant, the future it tied him to whether he’d planned it or not, the changes in her body cemented him in reality. Right now, when he looked down at her, he didn’t feel panic but rather tenderness. He wasn’t experiencing dread but rather a pure bolt of desire.
He bent to ease one bra strap off her shoulder, but instead of reaching for the flimsy material, he found his hand covering her stomach, gently caressing the slight swell there now. Eyes wide, Erin watched him, wonder and awe in her gaze. He knew the feeling—was experiencing it himself—of knowing it washisbaby inside her. And it made him want her even more.
He planned to go slow, to taste every last inch of her exposed skin, until she was a writhing mass of need.
“How much longer are you going to make me wait?” she asked in a husky voice. “I mean, I was happy to let you do your control thing, but if you’re not going to move, I suppose I should take over.” A wicked gleam lit her gaze and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to change places.
He flipped over and braced his hands behind his head. “Go for it.”
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Erin grinned. Shelooked her fill of his gorgeous body, his olive skin appearing tan, a dark sprinkling of hair on his chest running down his abdomen to the thatch of hair between his thighs. His thick, pulsing erection called to her, and she couldn’t wait to touch.
So she did, wrapping her hand around his straining shaft and pumping her hand up and down until a drop of moisture pooled at the head. She licked her lips and moaned.
“Like what you see?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
“I most certainly do.” She continued to slide her hand back and forth, as she lowered her mouth and took him inside, tasting his unique flavor—salt and musk, his erection so hot and smooth as it passed her lips and glided through her mouth.
She’d loved doing this to him before, had reveled in the power she possessed to bring this big, strong man to a mind-blowing orgasm. Her, Erin Marsden, the good girl. The one who never before loved sex the way she did with him. More important, she’d never enjoyed giving to a man the way she did with him, like his gratification meant as much if not more than her own. Because giving him pleasure did the same for her.
She swirled her tongue over the sensitive head, down his shaft, then back up again. He thrust his hips, and she accepted all of him, would give whatever he needed or even demanded.
She was shocked when he reached down and lifted her off him, pulling her up his prone body.
“Hey! I was busy,” she said, teasing him.
He kissed her damp lips. “I am not coming unless I’m inside you.”
“You would have been.” She chuckled, a sound he cut off by sealing his lips over hers.
He kissed her long and hard, telling her with his mouth and his roaming hands how much he wanted her. Erin didn’t need the words, she just needed him. Even on top, she handed back the reins, taking direction as he pushed at her hips until she was poised over his waiting erection.
She aligned their bodies and started a slow downward glide. At the same time, he cupped her breasts in his hands and fondled her nipples, toying with them together. Every pinch and pull went straight to her core, and she thrust downward, engulfing him completely.
“Oh God, you feel good.” Erin couldn’t hold back the words; the feelings swamping her were too strong, too incredible.
“So do you.” He jerked upward and groaned. “So hot and tight.”
His words inflamed her and she began to rock against him, taking her pleasure, and from the tightness in his cheekbones and the rough sounds coming from deep inside him, giving to him as well.
Suddenly he managed to flip them, Erin flat on her back, Cole above her, a predatory gleam in his eyes. As he slid out, then into her once more, Erin felt him everywhere, in a deeper way than ever before. She tried to close off her mind to the emotions building and open her senses instead but it wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t working.
He grasped her hands over her head and pumped into her hard. “Feel good?” he asked, picking up the pace, thrusting faster.
She moaned in reply, and Cole did the one thing guaranteed to shake her to the core. His gaze met hers and held on as he continued to make love to her—and though she’d never say the words, never admit aloud to feeling them, he loved her with his body.
More than sex, more than primal lust and thrusting, she felt the way he took his time, never breaking eye contact, making sure the ripples inside her body were real before letting go and taking his own pleasure. And his orgasm, when it came, caught up with hers, matching the intensity and the sheer explosive pleasure shredding her to pieces before she slowly came back together in his arms.
Long after her breathing evened out and Cole fell asleep, Erin lay awake, accepting some hard truths. What happened in that bed meant more to her than it had to him.
But she also sensed they were bound together in a stronger way than they’d been before, giving her something to build on. She knew it. Even if he didn’t.