Before she finished worshiping his butt with her hands, he was removing her shirt and hoodie at once, requiring her to lift her arms. Next, his fingers were at her waist, dipping into her pajama pants, teasing her, but the drawstring was tight enough he couldn’t get his hands very far. She felt the release of the tie, and then her pants slid to the floor and their naked bodies came together, standing there, their flesh making contact from thigh to shoulder. She reveled in the details of him, the strong, muscled back and shoulders, the masculine roughness of hair on his thighs, those irresistible butt cheeks…the thick erection pressing against her abdomen. Insistently.

Sierra grasped him, relishing the feel of the hot, velvet-soft flesh over steel as her fingers explored the length of him and her body responded with an urgent need to have him inside of her. He let out a low, needy rumble that had her stroking him, seeing how far she could push him.

Answer: not far.

With a growl, Cole grabbed her hand and lifted it, entwined her fingers with his as he pressed kisses along her jawline and then rasped into her ear, “On the edge already.”

Grinning, Sierra attempted to move her hand back down to tease him some more, but he was having none of it. Before she could blink, she found herself on her back on the mattress with Cole over her, gazing down at her intently in the low light.

“Troublemaker,” he muttered, and she let out a quiet laugh as she realized she could no longer touch him the way she wanted to because of the way his body was pressed into hers.

This lightness during sex was new to her. Surprising. Especially with Cole, who was usually so serious and reserved when it came to anything personal.

He trailed kisses back down her jawline, her neck, and to her breasts, grazing each nipple with just enough attention from his mouth that she was arching toward him for more when he continued his descent to her stomach.

As he circled his tongue around her belly button, his hands toyed with her breasts, molding them, adoring them, rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger, and again she arched in need.

She sought out his erection again, managed to get her fingertips on it before he moved out of her reach, trailing his tongue lower. He swirled it around her center, and Sierra let out a shallow gasp of need.

“You don’t play fair,” she managed.

The answering low rumble of laughter had his breath fluttering over the parts of her that were screaming out for more. More contact than a whisper of air. Much more. The tease of his tongue was a start, but before he could get serious about what he was doing, Sierra grabbed his shoulders and tried to urge him upward. She ached so deep inside that only one thing would quench her need.