Playing to Win

wanted—what she wanted.
    “It wasn’t obvious to me. I like you. I want to spend more time with you.”
    She laughed. “We spend almost every day together, Cole.”
    He slid his hand into her hair. “In a business way. I’m talking about getting personal.”
    He pulled her closer, waited for her to tense. Instead, she yielded, and he moved in for the kiss.
    Her lips were soft and warm and she opened them willingly for him, sighing as he slid his tongue in to move against hers. He pressed his hand against the small of her back with one hand while exploring the silkiness of her hair with the other. Her breasts crushed against his chest and he felt the wild pounding of her heart—same as his.
    She excited him. The soft, exploratory kiss turned wild and she wound her hands around his neck and into his hair, yanking on it, telling him she wanted more. Control was lost as he lifted her shirt over her head.
    Pink bra tonight, her breasts spilling over the tops.
    “You make it hard for me to breathe.”
    She smiled. “Judging from this,” she said, palming his erection, “I make a lot of things hard.”
    He loved the ballsy way she approached sex. She might be reluctant at first, but once she was in, she was all in.
    “Yeah, you definitely make me hard.” He reached between them and flicked open the button of her shorts, drew the zipper down and shoved her shorts to the floor. Just as he imagined, matching pink panties. He could stare at her hot underwear for hours, but right now he wanted her out of them.
    He traced the outline of her breasts, teasing the edges of the top of her bra, watching the way her breasts rose and fell with her deep breaths. He lifted his gaze to hers and undid the front clasp of her bra, pulled it apart and cupped the globes, using his thumbs totease her nipples. Her lips parted and he leaned in to kiss her, her bare breasts brushing his chest.
    He pulled her bra off and pressed his hand against her butt to draw her closer to his throbbing erection. She was so soft, curvy, his hand gliding over each slope like an exploration into how their bodies were different. He liked how her waist dipped in and her hips were so full. And he loved her ass, loved grabbing it and holding on to it with both hands as he rubbed his dick against her.
    He especially loved the sounds she made when he moved against her. He wanted to hear her cry out when she came.
    He lifted her up on the counter and stepped between her legs so he could put his mouth on her nipples. Being this close to her skin put him in direct contact with whatever peach body soap or lotion she used—whatever it was that gave her that scent. It intoxicated him like a drug, made him suck hard on her nipples until she grabbed his head to pull him closer, moaning when he nibbled on the bud with his teeth.
    He popped the nipple out of his mouth and worked on the other, grasping her breast in his hand to slide his tongue across.
    “Cole.”
    He liked when her voice went low like that, the way she tilted her head back, revealing the soft column of her throat. He kissed the hollow of her neck, sucked it, then grasped her ear with his teeth and tugged. She groaned and lifted her head to stare at him.
    “You drive me crazy.”
    He laid his palm against her sex. “Honey, I haven’t even started yet.”
    She reached for his head, cupped his cheeks between her hands and laid one explosive kiss on him that made him rethink this slow seduction. Because right now he could think of nothing but unzipping his pants and shoving his cock deep inside her, then pumping hard and fast until they both got what they needed. But heknew he wanted to tease her, to take her right to the edge, then watch her fly.
    “Lean back, babe,” he said.
    When she did, he bent over and rolled his thumb over her sweet sex. Her panties were moist, her scent filling the air, making his dick throb. He pressed his nose to her panties and blew a soft puff of warm air against them.
    “Oh, Cole,” she whispered. “Please.”
    “I do like it when you beg in that sweet Southern voice of yours, Peaches,” he teased. He pulled her panties off, slid his hands under her butt, then put his mouth on her soft, wet pussy.
    She shuddered against his lips, cried out when he shoved his tongue inside to lap up her juices. She was quivering all over, and when he slid a finger inside, she tightened around him.
    His pretty little Southern peach was ready to explode. But he wasn’t yet ready