Playing to Win

him last night came in a close second.
    What had she been thinking, unloading all her personal history like that?
    He’d made it too easy, asking all those leading questions, and giving her the music box that had started the rush of memories. Not that it should have made a difference. She’d always been good at keeping her past right where it belonged—in the past. She was supposed to be helping him exorcise all his demons, not the other way around.
    Instead, she’d wilted like some frail Southern flower that crumpled at the first sign of frost.
    She gave herself credit for having more backbone and fortitude than that.
    “Ugh. You’re becoming a marshmallow, Savannah.”
    “Hey, I like marshmallows.”
    Savannah’s head shot up as Cole walked in carrying two cups of coffee. Despite her irritation with her behavior last night, she couldn’t fault the company this morning. His hair was sleep rumpled, his jaw darkened with a day’s growth of stubble, his chest bare, and he looked utterly delicious wearing nothing but the tuxedo pants from last night, unbottoned and slung low on his hips.
    “I didn’t know you were still here.”
    “Obviously.” He handed her a cup and took a seat on the edge of the bed, sipping his coffee. “So what about you and marshmallows?”
    Her coffee had been made perfectly, with a teaspoon of sugar and a dollop of cream. He’d been paying attention.
    “Thank you. And nothing about marshmallows.”
    He set his cup on the nightstand. “I’m a big fan of marshmallows, you know.”
    “Is that right?”
    “Yeah.” He took her cup and put it down, then leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck, sliding his tongue along the side of her throat.
    She shuddered out a sigh.
    “Marshmallows taste sweet.” He nipped at her ear, then pushed her back against the pillows and drew her camisole strap down her arms, baring her breasts. He took a nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over the quickly hardening bud. When he sucked, sensation shot right to her pussy, making her writhe in anticipation.
    He popped the nipple out of his mouth and grinned up at her. “Sweet and sugary, just the way I like my marshmallows.”
    When he moved down her body, lifting her camisole to lick his way across her stomach, she sighed and relaxed against the pillows, knowing where this was going.
    This was exactly what she needed. The tension she felt when she woke dissolved, but when his teeth grazed her hip bone and he drew her panties down, a new tautness took its place, a delicious, anticipation of what was to come.
    And when he swiped his fingers across her pussy lips, she shuddered.
    “Yeah, you’re a juicy little marshmallow, all right,” he said, then put his mouth on her sex.
    “Cole.” His name fell from her lips in a moan. Her legs fell open and she gave him whatever he wanted, because when the warm wetness of his tongue was in command, she was his slave.
    He slipped his hands under her and took his time pleasuring her, pressing his tongue against her clit, covering her with his lips, only to take her right to the brink and then back away to press kisses to her thigh. She hovered on the edge several times and he knew it, brought her there, and right when she thought she would come, he’d take the prize away, building her anticipation to a screaming level.
    She dug her heels into the mattress, lifted her butt and all but shoved her pussy in his face, demanding he give her what she needed. He gently pressed her hips down, held her there, and put his mouth on her clit, giving her the orgasm she so desperately craved.
    It was an epic climax, a tidal wave of heat and sensation that tore a scream from her throat. She was still riding the wave of it when he put on a condom and slid inside her, taking her mouth in a hot kiss that made her pussy clench around his cock.
    He groaned against her lips and thrust deep. She wrapped her legs around him, the spirals of orgasm still with her as he rocked against her.
    He lifted, braced his hands on either side of her to look down ather, his face drawn with intensity as he moved inside her. She reached up for him and he dropped down, then rolled to his side, drawing her leg over his hip.
    “I want you close to me, like this,” he said as he pushed deep, rolling his hips to rub against her clit. He swept her hair behind her ear and kissed her neck while he continued to move inside her.
    She sighed at the magic of his mouth, the delicious things he did