His voice is laced with a warning. His tone is gruff. The sound scuffs against my skin, and I kneel in front of him.

I hold his gaze and slide the elastic off my wrist. My hands go to my hair as I fasten it high and out of the way. Cole watches my breasts move with the motion and licks his lips.

He sucks in a hasty breath, drawing the air in through clenched teeth.

I take a deep breath of my own and then, like the vixen that I am not, I lick the head of his cock.

He shudders, leaning back and catching himself with his hands. “Fuck.” His hips flex forward as I situate my palm over his thick girth.

My thighs are coated with a wetness, sticking together as I get comfortable. I pump him in my fist and watch another bead of arousal form at the tip.

My tongue darts out, licking it as if I’m taking the top off an ice cream cone. The liquid is salty and hot, and I lick the residue off my lips.

He hisses.

“Do you like that?” I ask, squeezing him from base to tip.

He groans in response.

“Aw. Since when do you hate talking?” I ask, teasing him.

His eyes flash a darkness that causes my stomach to clench. “You’re pushing it.”

I grin up at him before putting him inside my mouth again. I swirl the head around, the softness stretched over the hardness of his shaft winding up my libido even more.

“No, I’m sucking it, actually,” I say, the end of my ponytail brushing against his leg.

Cole laces his hands in my hair and tugs, as if he needs relief as badly as I do.

I reposition myself again and lick him from top to bottom.

“Palmer . . . ,” he warns. “Damn it, Palmer.”

But before he can say anything else, I take him in my throat.

“Shit.”

It doesn’t take long to discover what he likes. The rhythm is automatic, the pressure of my hand immediate. With each flick of my tongue, he tenses a little more.

My nipples bead into painful buds. I massage the base of his cock, holding his balls gently in my free hand.

And that’s what does it. That’s what has him removing himself from my clutches.

“I can’t,” he says, pulling me to my feet. “I’m not coming in your mouth.”

“Why?”

He presses a long, wet kiss to my mouth. “Because you’re coming first. And the first time I come, it’s going to be inside you.”

Fuck.

My knees go weak as I watch him dig through a dresser. He turns around and rips the corner of a condom with his teeth. It takes him a quick moment to roll it over himself.

I shiver as he nears.