Playing to Win

this, she felt every muscle, every twitch, their connection so deep it was shattering to her senses, to her emotions.
    “Kiss me,” he whispered. She leaned forward and he grabbed her ass as she met his lips. He squeezed the globes while their tongues tangled.
    She wasn’t going to last much longer. Cole devastated her emotionally as well as physically, asking her without words to give him everything. And she couldn’t deny him.
    She lifted, needing the few inches of distance to catch her breath. But when he reached down and strummed his fingers over her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure, she knew she was lost. And he knew it, too, giving her that wicked smile that never failed to devastate her.
    She tightened, her back bowed as he found the spot she needed. She gripped his wrists and held on while she shattered, her pussy clenching around his cock as she burst in orgasm, undulating against him as wave after wave of the sweetest sensations poured through her.
    He lifted into her, groaning as he came, pulling her flat on top of him so he could shove his cock deep.
    She felt the tremors in his body as he held her, both of them shuddering through the aftereffects.
    He was still gripping tightly to her hips, his fingers digging in, long after the pulsing sensations had fled.
    “Are you holding on to me because you think I’m going to disappear?”
    He let go and she sat up, traced the smile that curved his lips.
    “Are you?”
    “Not at the moment.”
    She slid off his lap and they went inside to clean up. He didn’t let her go far, and instead, led her to his bed and dragged her close to him. She’d righted her clothes in the bathroom, so they were both still dressed, on top of the comforter, their shoes off, their feet tangled together.
    Thunder rumbled outside and a flash of lightning pulled her attention to the door. A storm was rolling in.
    “If you’re going to bolt, you should do it before that thunderstorm hits.”
    She laid her head on his shoulder. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”
    “I’d prefer you stay the night. I just know you like to leave.”
    She didn’t like to leave. She had to leave, at least at a certain point. There was a difference.
    It wasn’t something she liked to acknowlede about herself. Indecision plagued her. Staying with him meant more sex, and that was always a good thing. But staying also meant getting close to him. Sleeping with him. Waking up next to him. Opening the door to her heart and her emotions a fraction more.
    That definitely scared her.
    “I don’t like to leave, Cole.”
    “But you have to. I know.”
    She burrowed against him and watched lightning arc across the sky. The thunder picked up in intensity.
    “I think I’ll ride the storm out here tonight, if you don’t mind.”
    “If you stay, I want to fix you breakfast in the morning. No waking up realizing you’ve made some huge mistake and needing to run out of here like some rabid dog is after you.”
    He must feel awful every time she did that. She knew how she’d feel if someone did that to her. She laid her hand on his chest. “Breakfast sounds good. I like my eggs scrambled.”
    He laughed, the rumble as deep as the heavy thunder. “I’ll do my best to please you.”
    She brought her lips to his. “You always do a good job of that.”
    COLE TOOK A DEEP BREATH, INHALING SAVANNAH’S scent. It meant something to have her here in his bed. He tried not to think about what it meant, because he was tied up and mixed up where she was concerned. It was enough that she was here and had decided to stay tonight.
    Her body was soft and pliant as he shifted to his side, drawing her close so that her breasts touched his chest, her thighs resting against his, and their legs mixing it up together.
    He’d enjoyed having her outside, watching her breasts riseand fall in the moonlight as she rode him to one hell of a gut-wrenching orgasm. He’d come so hard he was pretty sure he’d felt it in his hair.
    Now, as he brushed his lips over hers, he wanted to take it slow and easy, to love her gently. But the storm outside was throwing slashes of lightning and rocketing deep growls of thunder, and as their kisses deepened, he felt the weather’s raw power mixing with his need for Savannah, a hunger for her that never seemed to go away, no matter how many times they were together.
    He climbed off the bed and drew his shirt off, undid the button of his jeans and let them fall to the ground. With