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  “I’ve…I’ve never done this before,” she whispered, admitting the truth. “Tell me what to do. Tell me what you like.”

  She’d never been so sexually aggressive and straightforward with a man, but there was so much at stake for her. More than just giving her body to Cole, her heart and emotions were involved as well, and she wasn’t going to let this chance to know him so intimately slip through her grasp. And, luckily, he was willing to accommodate her request.

  He brought her hand to his mouth and licked her palm and fingers, thoroughly dampening her skin. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, he guided her hand slowly, firmly, up the length of his shaft, then down again.

  He taught her exactly what he liked, told her with a low groan how much he enjoyed her slick touch. She picked up his rhythm quickly, completely enthralled at the way his erection pumped through her tight fist, pulsating, growing impossibly longer, harder, with each stroke.

  His hand abandoned hers and he braced his palms on the mattress and leaned back, offering himself up to her. She blatantly looked her fill of his naked body, brushed her thumb over the smooth, broad tip of his shaft again, and he shuddered in response.

  Knowing she might never get another opportunity to indulge in her own personal fantasies, she raised up on her knees, shifted between his thighs, and skimmed her soft, seeking lips along his chest, scattering moist, open-mouthed kisses on his heated flesh. She found a taut nipple and licked, and he gave a rough sound of pleasure that encouraged her to explore further. Working her way lower, she nibbled her way down to his taut abdomen, inhaling his incredible scent and relishing the saltiness of his skin.

  She licked her bottom lip, the male flavor of him making her crave to taste him elsewhere. His entire body tensed when she lowered her head once more and daringly lapped her tongue over the head of his cock.

  He trembled with restraint, and his noble resistance was the last thing she wanted from him. She met his gaze, her own body growing damp with gathering expectation. “Tell me what to do, Cole.”

  He gently touched the back of her head, pressing her closer. “Take me in your mouth,” he said, his low voice tinged with a thread of desperation. “As much and as deep as you can.”

  She parted her lips and drew him in, using her tongue to stroke, lick, and swirl along his length. His hands threaded through her hair, and his fingers massaged the back of her scalp, gently urging her to take more of him each time.

  Wanting to experience everything he had to offer, she took him deeper. His hips moved in sinuous gyrations, and then she sucked, letting instincts and a wild need to devour him, all of him, drive her.

  He groaned like a dying man, and long before she was ready to quit he gently pulled her mouth away from him. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, and she wasted no time in tugging his pants and underwear down his legs and tossing them aside. When he was magnificently naked, she reached out to touch him again, but he quickly intercepted her move by grabbing her beneath the arms and hauling her up onto his big bed.

  Sprawled in the middle of his comforter, she came up on her elbows and found him standing by the edge of the mattress by her feet, a possessive, primal look in his eyes that made her shiver with delight. “I’m feeling a bit overdressed.”

  He flashed a smile, as tempting as sin itself. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I plan to take care of that little problem.”

  Slipping a shoe off her foot, he ran the pad of his thumb down her sole, making her toes curl and a rumbling purr escape her throat. He repeated the process with her other foot, then crawled over her like a predatory jungle cat claiming his mate. Straddling her hips, he locked his knees against her waist. He was careful to keep his full weight off of her, but the decadent sensation of being pinned beneath him, a captive to any and every wicked predilection he might have, made her feel light-headed and sensually charged.

  He bent over her, nuzzling her neck with his lips as his long, strong fingers slipped beneath the thin straps of her dress and slowly, gradually, pulled them down her arms, tormenting her every inch of the way. He kissed her exposed flesh, and her breath caught when his tongue dipped between her breasts then up and over the soft, aching swells straining at the bodice.

  Unable to stand any more of his teasing, she placed her hands over his and tugged the dress lower, freeing her breasts to the cool air in the room. Her skin drew tight and goose bumps rose on her flesh. Trapping his face between her palms, she guided his lips to her nipple. He latched onto the hardened crest, his teeth scraping deliciously, his tongue swirling, his mouth tugging, pulling and suckling the engorged tip.

  She writhed beneath him and cried out, and he continued to drive her steadily into that feverish realm where nothing existed but pleasure and hot, clawing need. Just when she felt as though she was about to come apart, he slid lower and proceeded to peel the clingy fabric from her body, his lips and soft tongue continuing a downward journey over her belly, around her navel, and along her hip, making her breathless with anticipation.

  He stripped the dress from her body and hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic band of her underwear to render her completely bare. Struck by a moment of modesty, she grabbed his wrist to stop him. Once he removed her panties she’d be at her most vulnerable, with nowhere to hide her body’s response to him.

  His dark face wavered before her, his eyes hot and fierce, and she felt scorched by the intensity burning between them. “You started this,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion and a need that equaled her own. “I want to taste you, too. All of you.”

  He easily could have shaken off her grasp and done as he pleased, yet he waited for her to make the decision to trust him. And she did, unconditionally. Knowing that, it was incredibly easy to release his hand, let him remove the last article of clothing between them, and allow him free access to her heart, body, and soul.

  Gently parting her legs, he rained hot kisses along her calves, tongued and suckled the sensitive spot behind her knees, and nibbled from thigh to thigh. The bites grew sensuous and lingering, his breath erratic and hot as he made his way closer to the most intimate part of her.

  Her hips tilted in automatic reflex, and she moaned as a long finger slipped inside her, slowly thrusting deep. A prelude of what was to come. She could feel her own wetness and she trembled when his thumb delved along her sex, followed by the heat of his breath, the languorous lick of his seeking tongue.

  She bit her lower lip to hold back a scream, but there was no prolonging the exquisite pressure building within her. She was too ready, too primed, and he already knew what it took to send her over the razor-sharp edge to a stunning orgasm. All she could do was grip the comforter in her fists and ride on the wave of the hot, explosive contractions pulsing through her as she came long and hard.

  Cole levered his strong, muscular body over hers, but didn’t enter her as she expected him to. Instead, he feathered soft kisses across her eyelids, temples, and jaw, seemingly sensing that she needed the comfort of his gentle touch in the aftermath of such an overwhelming climax. Her trembling eventually subsided, and Cole dropped his forehead to hers, heaving a long, drawn-out sigh.

  “Damn,” he muttered, and started to move off her.

  Startled, she caught his arms and curled her calves over the back of his strong legs, refusing to let him go. “Cole, what’s wrong?” They’d come so far, she wasn’t going to let him retreat so easily.

  “I’m sorry, Mel,” he rasped, the disappointment in his gaze clear. “I don’t have any condoms, and there’s no way in hell I’d risk getting you pregnant.”

  Grateful for such a legitimate excuse, relief poured through her, and she smiled. “I have condoms.”

  He frowned. “Oh?”

  “They’re in my purse,” she said, playfully skimming her fingers down his spine to his buttocks. “About half a dozen of them.”

  He looked horrified at the quantity she named, and she laughed, easily imagining what was going through t
hat overly protective head of his—that she’d been on the prowl tonight at Paxton’s for a man to have sex with.

  “I was hoping to get lucky…with you,” she added softly, making sure he knew that there was no one else she would have considered sleeping with. “And I wanted to be prepared.”

  His gaze bore into hers. “How did you know this was going to happen?”

  “I didn’t. It was pure wishful thinking on my part. Well, maybe not so pure.” She laughed and stroked the hair at the nape of his neck, loving the way the silky texture slid through her fingers, a direct contrast to the hard body poised above her. “And just in case you care, you’re seriously killing the mood with your twenty questions,” she teased.

  He shook his head, a rare, genuine smile softening his features as he left her to retrieve the small purse on the floor. “We really are going to have to do something about that smart mouth of yours.” Finding a handful of condoms, he set them on the nightstand by the bed and tore open one to use.

  Stretching like a content cat, she watched as he sheathed himself, his movements precise and very sexy. “I’m sure you can find some way to keep this smart mouth of mine busy.”

  “Oh, yeah,” he growled and moved back to the bed. He spread her thighs with his own as he eased over her and braced a forearm along the side of her head. Caressing his other hand down to her hip, he positioned her, holding her open for his possession.

  Wasting no more time on foreplay, he sank into her with one hard, driving thrust. Despite being wet and ready for him, she sucked in a sharp breath and arched against his hips, overwhelmed by the uncompromising maleness stretching her, impaling her to the hilt, filling her like nothing ever had. Slick and hot and deep.

  Cole stilled, the pulse beating in his throat tripling. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed as he frantically searched her gaze. “Tell me you’re not a virgin.”

  “I’m not,” she reassured him, welcoming the few extra moments for her body to adjust to the size of him. “It’s just been a while for me.”

  He brushed tendrils of hair off her cheek, his touch so tender, his gaze brimming with so much concern, her heart ached. “How long?”

  “It was over three years ago with an old boyfriend.” She shrugged, the incident an inconsequential one compared to being with Cole. “Besides, I don’t think it’s me so much as it’s you.”

  He looked taken aback. “Excuse me?”

  She smiled impishly. “You’re much bigger than what I’ve had before, not that I’m complaining. I’m getting used to the size of you real quick.”

  “Thank goodness, because you feel incredible, so warm and tight and I can’t wait much longer…” He flexed his hips, forcing his way deeper, and groaned at the internal friction he caused.

  Wanting him to lose that precious hold on his control, she raised her knees, wrapped her legs around the back of his thighs, and urged him to move.

  His nostrils flared, his blue eyes blazed, and his legendary restraint finally snapped. He began sliding within her, lithe and strong, and there was nothing sweet, slow, or gentle about his possession. His body was on fire, and he fanned the flame with every stroke, taking her just as high.

  He lowered his head and captured her mouth in a hungry, greedy, tongue-tangling kiss she returned just as voraciously. Her soft breasts crushed against his chest, and keen sensation curled down to where they were joined as he pumped faster, harder, a desperate urgency to his thrusts.

  She writhed and arched and moaned, her passion as wild and untamed as his. The increasing tension surging through her stole her breath, and then she was coming, unraveling from the inside out, her inner muscles clenching in small spasms around his cock. He tossed his head back, and with a low, savage groan that vibrated its way up from his chest, and one final, frenzied thrust, she felt his own release rip through him in powerful, endless waves of pleasure.

  He collapsed on top of her, muscles quivering, and she held him close, heartbeat to heartbeat, while his hot, panting breath fanned her throat. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, suspecting it would be over much too soon. Reality would eventually intrude, as would Cole’s honorable, responsible streak.

  Being with Cole intimately was everything she’d dreamed it would be, and she was all too aware of the fact that he hadn’t made her any promises. Not that she expected any from a man who avoided emotional commitments with women and had tried to warn her many times not to get involved with him. Even knowing that he wasn’t the type to let a woman tie him down, a troubling thought niggled the back of her mind.

  Now that she’d had Cole Sommers, how was she ever going to give him up?

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Cole woke up the following morning alone in his bed. The covers next to him were rumpled, reminding him of how he’d spent the night, and with whom.

  Oh, man, he thought with a groan.

  He’d fucked Melodie. Not just once, not twice, but three incredible times. Hell, he still wanted her if the erection he was sporting this morning was any indication.

  The realization stunned him and brought on a whole slew of complications he wasn’t prepared to deal with, such as what did she expect of him now that they’d crossed that line between friends and lovers? How would last night change their working relationship? And would Richard disown him if he ever discovered what he’d done with his daughter?

  His gut twisted with uncertainties. He didn’t have any ready answers to those questions—at least none that reassured him.

  Releasing a deep exhale, he scrubbed a hand along the stubble on his jaw, unable to believe that he’d allowed his attraction to Melodie to overrule his common sense. Yet there was no denying that being with her had felt good and right, like everything that had been missing from his life—a gentleness, understanding, and rare chemistry that blended sexual awareness with a sense of comfort and security.

  Beyond physical pleasure, there had been an emotional connection between them unlike anything he’d ever experienced with another woman. There were intense, possessive feelings he’d always sworn he didn’t need or want in his life because he’d seen with his mother and father how much heartache it could cause.

  Reaching out, he touched the vacant spot next to him, a foreign disappointment settling deep. The sheets were cool, indicating that Melodie must have slipped out a while ago, and the only way she could have left was by Uber, prompting him to recall the comment she’d made last night after the first time they’d had sex. Very quietly and without any ulterior motives attached, she’d suggested that since she wasn’t intoxicated as he’d originally assumed, he could take her back to Paxton’s so she could pick up her car and go home.

  Part of him had appreciated the offer, since he didn’t make a habit of letting women stay the night because of all the expectations that came with such an intimate invitation. But he hadn’t wanted to treat Melodie like a cheap one-night stand. And if he was honest with himself, he’d wanted her to stay. Convincing her that his offer was genuine had been ridiculously easy and just a matter of kissing her, touching her and making her body come alive for him again. She was easily distracted, very willing to try anything he suggested, and more adventurous in bed than he ever would have imagined.

  He shook his head, still amazed that she hadn’t pressured him for more than what he’d given her last night. There had been no after-sex expectations, and no smothering or emotional demands. She’d given him incredible, mind-blowing, guilt-free sex. So why did he feel so annoyed about waking up alone?

  He sat up, intending to get out of bed, when a small piece of paper on the pillow next to his caught his attention. He picked up the note, recognized Melodie’s handwriting, and knew she’d written another fantasy for him.

  Last night you satisfied me with your touch, yet I still want you just as much. I’ll never get enough of you.

  Your scent still lingers on my skin, arousing my desire all over again, making me breathless for your caress. I’ll never get enough of you.


  Your passionate embrace started a fire in my soul, one that still burns bright and hot. I’ll never get enough of you.

  The letter was short, simple, and so very evocative, affecting him on a gut-deep level. He swallowed the lump in his throat and stilled the rapid beat of his heart, refusing to delve too deeply into the message behind her words. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do to dismiss the echo of her declaration. I’ll never get enough of you.

  The sound of soft footsteps padding up his stairs startled him and made him frown, especially since he’d thought he was alone. Setting the erotic letter on the nightstand, he sat up straighter and yanked the sheet over his lap and stiff erection. Seconds later, Melodie walked into his room with two mugs of steaming coffee in her hands and a sweet, dreamy smile on her lips.

  Instead of the scrap of a dress she’d worn last night, she’d donned one of his button-up shirts from his closet, leaving her long, slender legs gloriously bare. Her hair was tousled around her head, her lips were red and puffy from their ardent kisses, and there were a few faint love bites on her neck that he’d given her in the throes of passion.

  But what captured his attention the most was her face. She’d washed her skin free of the makeup she’d worn last night, giving her a girl-next-door kind of look that was soft and pretty and unassuming. While he had to admit her sexy persona was exciting as hell, she was a woman who truly didn’t need any artificial enhancements to attract a man. Her skin positively glowed, as did her deep brown eyes.

  “Good morning,” she said shyly, and handed him one of the mugs of coffee, made with cream just the way he preferred.

  Taking the hot drink, and still shocked by her presence, he blurted, “You’re still here.”

  Her eyes widened with sudden uncertainty and she took a small step back. “You insisted that I stay last night,” she said, her tone and body language reserved. “But I can go anytime.”