“Want you inside,” she said.

“Busy here,” he said offhandedly, as if he couldn’t be bothered by her demands, then lowered his mouth to her again. He grasped her thighs and opened her more to him, then focused every bit of his attention on her center, and she couldn’t have argued if she’d wanted to.

She so didn’t want to.

It seemed like milliseconds later when the orgasm shot through her, had her clamping his head to her as waves of ecstasy took over, turning her inside out.

When she came back to herself, she lay there for a few seconds, getting air into her lungs, thoughts into her head.

“You’re stubborn,” she finally said when she could speak.

“Complaining?”

Her eyes were closed as she recovered, but there was both smugness and laughter in his question, and she found herself falling for this side of Cole. This unexpected playful, open side.

“Not complaining,” she gave him as she reached for his still-rock-hard cock and this time got her hand wrapped around it.

Instead of fighting it, Cole moaned. “Need a condom. There’s one in my wallet.”

“Some in my nightstand,” she said.

“How old?”

The question made her stop stroking him abruptly as she tried to think straight. She didn’t sleep with many guys and it had been a while. How long did condoms last? “Not last week,” she said vaguely, thinking it was probably closer to a year than a week.

Cole rolled over and sat up, picked up his jeans, dug through his wallet, and apparently found what he was looking for, because he threw the jeans back down. “This one’s okay,” he said as he ripped it open, then sheathed himself.

Dates and lovers from the past disappeared from her mind as he crawled back over her and kissed her thoroughly, more deliberately now than earlier, as if he was fighting to control himself. She couldn’t resist trying to break that control again and sought out his chest with her fingers until she could run a thumb over his nipple. He groaned and kept kissing her.

As the ache in her own body built up again, her goal became less about teasing him and more about directing him to impale her and put her out of her ever-loving misery.

She took hold of him, squeezed him gently, then arched her body as she guided him to her entrance.

“So impatient,” he rasped out in a gravelly voice, his amusement audible along with his own need.

“Yes,” she said, fully owning it, and then he pressed inside of her, and she held her breath as he stretched her. “God yes.”