Playing to Win

“Yes.”
    He tucked two fingers inside her and pumped, rolling his thumb over her clit, then using his magnificent hand to cup her, tease her, and take her right to the edge.
    She exploded, this second climax even more intense than thefirst had been. She tightened around his moving fingers as her orgasm peaked.
    When Cole removed his fingers, he slid them into his mouth and licked them. “I like the way you taste, Peaches.”
    She shuddered, still throbbing from the aftereffects. Her nipples were tight, aching peaks, her entire body taut with expectation. And when Cole reached for a condom on his nightstand, she licked her lips, so ready to feel his cock inside her that she almost whimpered with the need for him.
    She took the condom from his hands and rolled it on, her gaze locked on his. Intimacy like this wasn’t something she had all that often, so she wanted every part of the experience. She wanted to touch him, to taste him, as much as she could tonight.
    He rolled her over onto her back and used his knees to spread her legs, pressing his body on top of hers. His cock wedged at the entrance to her pussy, his hips against hers.
    He looked down at her and their gazes met. He reached for her hair, brushing it away from her face, the action so brutally intimate it made her heart clench.
    “You are beautiful, Savannah,” he said, then slid inside her, his eyes shuttering closed just as he drove home.
    Oh, god. The intimacy was more than she could bear. Feeling him inside her, the way he’d spoken to her, shattered her.
    Savannah reached up to slide her fingers in the silky softness of his hair, watching the features of his face tighten as her pussy gripped his cock.
    She wasn’t often driven poetic over the act of sex, but there was something magical about Cole being inside her. She’d never felt such an amazing thrill about a man fucking her. Sex was perfunctory. Fun and certainly a wonderful release, but being connected to Cole like this, having his gaze touch hers in such an intimate way as he pulled back and thrust so deeply inside her, filled her with passion—and more than a sense of wonder.
    This was what she’d always read about, what sex was supposed to be like—a joining that was both physical and emotional, so powerful in its intensity that she was caught up in its storm.
    Cole dipped down and brushed his lips across hers, then cupped her butt and lifted her to grind against her. As the storm intensified within her, she tightened, sparks of lightning shooting through her nerve endings. Taut with impending release, she dug her nails in Cole’s skin. His answering growl only heightened her senses and rushed her along the path to orgasm.
    When he sank his teeth into the soft skin of her shoulder, she cried out, her climax sending her flying into the sweet darkness. She wrapped her legs around Cole’s hips and arched, dragging him along with her, his answering groan a blissful balm in the maelstrom.
    He kissed and licked her neck and shoulder, bringing her back down from one of the wildest rides of her life. He left her for only a few seconds, then came back and pulled her against him.
    There were things that needed to be said, things she knew he was likely thinking about, too. Reality-type things. Logical-type things.
    She wasn’t going to talk about them now. That conversation could wait for later. For now, she was going to enjoy being held and caressed by a man who’d just rocked her world.
    SAVANNAH WAS QUIET AS COLE HELD HER AND SWEPT his hand over the softness of her back.
    He knew what that meant. She was thinking.
    Likely regretting.
    He had no regrets. Tonight had been nothing short of amazing. She was a wildcat in the bedroom. She had no reservations about sex, great communication skills, and she was as beautiful as he’d imagined.
    But knowing Savannah, by morning—if not within the hour—she was going to call this all a mistake.
    Cole planned to argue that point, because sex this good was never a mistake.
    He was pretty good at arguing his point, especially when he knew he was right.
    For now, he intended to keep this luscious woman in his arms—and his bed.



TWELVE

    “NO.”
    “Cole…”
    “I said no. There’s no point in discussing it.”
    Cole had thought they’d end up arguing about sex. But surprisingly, Savannah hadn’t said a word about it. She’d actually stayed all night, though she’d hurried out of his condo the next morning, uttering no more than a few