He dropped her onto her bed. "Get those clothes off before I rip them off."
She tried her best, but it wasn't easy to focus on herself when he was revealing his perfect, muscular body as one piece of clothing after another fell to the floor. She was still trying to get her jeans off when he came at her and yanked them off. Her shirt was next, the rending of the thin silk the only sound in the room apart from their heavy panting.
"So damn gorgeous." His mouth came down over her belly, his tongue dipping against the small indentation. "So damn soft." One quick yank and her panties were gone. "So damn sweet."
And then his tongue was there, licking, tasting, teasing, swirling, and she was arching into his mouth, already so aroused that it took nothing more than the pressure of his lips around her clit and the smallest suction to send her flying over the edge.
She was still flying when he came over her and pressed her thighs further apart with his knees.
But her orgasm hadn't taken the edge off her need. It had only made her hungrier, more desperate for Cole.
Not to mention slightly disappointed that he hadn't let her finish what she'd started, on her knees, with her mouth and hands on him.
"I wanted you to come in my mouth, Cole."
Using his surprise to her advantage, she used every ounce of strength she had to twist and roll them over so that he was the one on his back looking up at her. He gripped her hips and tried to lift her over his shaft. The head of his penis slipped just inside her slick opening and it felt good, so incredibly good that she almost gave in to his lead.
But something had snapped inside Anna in the car on the way to the hospital, when she'd realized that Cole had lied to her. Or maybe it was before that, when he'd tapped into her secret desires in his bedroom.
She was sick and tired of letting everyone else take the lead in her life.
From here on out, she was taking charge.
"Here's how it's going to be," she said in a deadly serious voice. "You are going to let go of me and I am going to finish what I started in my foyer."
His fingers tightened on her hips.
"Later, Anna. I need to be inside you. Now."
His demanding words caused a new flood of arousal to pool between her legs.
No, damn it. She was going to hold firm, for once!
"Move your hands, Cole."
His cock twitched against her and she almost sank down onto him out of pure feminine instinct, but then he said, "Yes, ma'am."
She could still feel the imprint of his hands on her skin even after he'd removed them.
"Put them above your head and keep them there until I tell you otherwise."
He didn't move for a long moment and she felt a smile move on her lips. She'd never played with anyone like this in bed, had never fought for dominance with a man, had never even known the need to be on top.
And in charge.
"This won't happen again, Anna. So you'd better enjoy the hell out of it."
"Oh, yes, it will," she replied, and then, "And I'm sure planning on it."
Very reluctantly shifting herself from his groin, she leaned down and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, moving slowly down his chest to the faint dusting of hair over his nipple. She'd never paid much attention to men's nipples before, but the dark circles on Cole's chest demanded her attention, her appreciation.
She licked across the already taut tip and it came alive beneath her tongue. He gripped her back, his thumbs working to find her nipples.
She lifted her head from his chest. "I'm going to get something to tie you up pretty soon if you're not careful."
His reaction was instantaneous. And fierce. "Like hell. You're not tying me up."
She raised an eyebrow. "Wanna bet?"
He groaned and pinched his eyes shut, his hips seeming to move off the bed on their own.
"You're killing me."
"Too bad." She moved up the bed and picked up one of his hands. She wrapped his fingers around a section of her pewter bed frame. "If you need to hold onto something, hold onto this."
"You're pushing it, sweetheart."
She shifted back over him, letting her hair brush over his neck and shoulders and chest, loving the way his muscles rippled in response.
"Ooooh, I'm scared."
And the fact was, there was a little fear there. Just enough to keep her on the edge of her seat. She had no idea how far he'd let her push him. Just as she had no idea how far she could push.
But boy, was it fun figuring all of that out. Shockingly so.
She swirled her tongue around the nipple she'd thus far neglected and the entire bed moved and groaned as he gripped at the bed frame with both hands. Using her tongue to guide her explorations, she roamed down his body, tasting the indentations between his incredible abdominal muscles.
Every muscle, every sinew, every tendon was tensed.
"Seems like you're having a hard time relaxing," she murmured against the dark line of hair that trailed from his belly button down towards his cock. "I'm thinking maybe I should blindfold you."
When his growl came, she didn't bother hiding her smile of pure feminine pleasure. How had she gone this long without knowing the thrill of holding a man sexually captive?
It was beyond incredible.
"You don't like that idea very much, do you, Cole?"
"You have no idea how close you are to the edge, sweet Anna."
The unveiled threat in his voice sent a wave of intense desire through her. "Close enough to make you black out, I hope."
She knew he would try to grab her. But before he could, she opened her mouth wide and sucked his cock inside. Using what she'd learned the previous night about bypassing her gag reflex, she tilted her neck slightly and relaxed the tight muscles until her nose was pressed into his pelvic bone.
She was mesmerized by his taste--his pre-come was salty and sweet all at the same--and his scent. So clean, so distinctive. Again and again, she took the long, thick length of his shaft into her mouth and throat, working the base with her hand on every outward thrust.
She'd loved sucking him last night. She loved it even more now, hearing his wild groans of pleasure, his heated praise at how wet and soft and tight her mouth was around his dick.
A hot splash of fluid erupted from his thick head and she greedily licked it up.
"It's too damn good," came a split-second before he pulled her mouth off his cock and lifted her pussy onto it.
She'd known all along that he wouldn't let her take him all the way over the edge in her mouth--not yet, anyway--so instead of fighting him, she gladly sank down onto his thick, throbbing shaft with a deep sigh of pleasure.
"So perfect," he said as his hands moved from her hips to cup her breasts. "So damn pretty."
Using her thigh muscles to propel her up and down over his cock, she rode Cole like a star jockey. Sweat dripped between her breasts and he lifted his head to lick at a rivulet in the center of her chest, along her breastbone.
The rough stroke of his tongue in such an unexpectedly sensual spot sent her into a climax she hadn't even realized was coming. Her inner muscles pulled and clenched at his thick shaft and she ground her clit into his pelvic bone to prolong the incredible waves of pleasure.
Somewhere in there she realized he was growing even harder inside of her, that he was thrusting harder.
At the very last second, he pulled out of her, his semen spurting against her belly as he ground himself against her. But Anna hadn't forgotten what she'd wanted earlier--what he'd taken away from her when he'd had her ride him instead.
A moment later, she had him in her mouth. And this time, instead of pushing away, he helped her take his still rock-hard shaft deeper into her throat.
It was the first time she'd ever tasted herself on a man's flesh. Her musk was all mixed up with Cole's essence, but instead of being disgusted by what she was doing, she was filled with a surprising satisfaction instead.
"Anna."
Her name was a plea on his lips, and she was shocked to realize that his cock was actually growing between her lips, against her tongue.
Spurred on by this realization, she was just getting down to business when she felt his hands on her hips again. She fought to resist him--this time she was getting what she wanted, no matter what--but then she realized he wasn't pulling her off, he was simply rearranging her so that his cock was still in her mouth.
And her pussy was directly over his face.
Despite everything she'd done with him over the past twenty-four hours--oh God, it hadn't even been that much time, had it?--despite the fact that she was sucking on his penis as if it were a popsicle on a scalding hot day, being exposed to Cole in this way pushed every one of her shy buttons back into overdrive.
Quickly sliding her mouth off his shaft, she said, "Cole, you don't have to do that," at the same time that she tried to move her thighs from where they were pressed against his ears.
"Oh yes, I do."
His response came a split second before his tongue swept between her folds. Part of her wanted to jump off the bed and lock herself in the bathroom in embarrassment. The other part wanted to grind down onto his lips, force him to plunge his tongue deeper.
His hips lifted as she tried to decide, his cock-head probing her lips, and she instinctively opened back up for him, taking him onto her tongue. And then, as if he knew she was still on the verge of running, he took the decision away from her with a long, slow slide of his fingers inside of her, curling them into a vibrantly sensitive patch of flesh deep inside her vagina.
She whimpered around his cock and arched into his fingers, inadvertently pressing her clit harder against his tongue at the same time. Apprehension quickly morphed into nearly unbearable excitement as he captured the swollen bud between his lips and sucked.
Blood rushed between her legs, making her lightheaded and gasping around his cock. But instead of letting her up for air, he only thrust deeper down her throat. And amazingly, that out-of-control feeling was what sent her over the edge yet another time. Her third climax was so powerful that the firm pressure of a large hand on her thigh holding her still was the only thing that could have kept her where he had her, his tongue flat and hard against her clit, his fingers plunging deeply into her wet canal.
Contractions continued to rip through her when she got her first salty taste of Cole, one long shot deep in her throat. Frenzied sounds of licking and sucking and moaning reverberated through her small bedroom as she tried desperately to focus on pleasuring him the way he'd pleasured her, but, oh God, it was so hard to focus on anything other than the way his tongue and fingers were still tormenting her sensitive flesh.
Finally, she lifted her mouth from him and tried to move back into a normal position on the bed. But he wasn't quite done with her, holding her still for one more sinful kiss of his lips against her pussy.
"Cole," she begged, "please."
"Want another?"
He followed up the offer by a seductive lash of his tongue against her labia.
"Cole." She moaned his name this time and even she wasn't sure what she was asking for.
His chuckle was warm and evocative against her incredibly aroused, sensitive flesh. And then, finally, he set her free, shifting out from between her legs.
"Looks like I'm developing a serious sweet tooth."
His grin was wolfish--satisfied and full of ownership. Her heart clenched, even though she knew better. Yes, Cole made her feel good. Yes, she enjoyed being with him.
But that didn't mean she could let herself fall for him.
She needed to remember at all times that he was using her to make his grandmother happy.
She needed to make sure all she did was use him right back.
She needed to make sure she didn't fall in love.
She scrambled off the bed, grabbing a blanket that had fallen off the bed in their frantic lovemaking. "I have some things to get ready for school on Monday."
He raised an eyebrow. "You trying to kick me out?"
She started to shake her head, then realized that after the things they'd just done to each other, there really was no point in lying to him. "Yes."
He shifted off the bed and the quick swelling of disappointment in her stomach at the thought of him actually leaving surprised her.
"I'll help you with your suitcase."
Maybe it was all the brain cells she'd lost when her brain exploded from three intense orgasms, but she wasn't following. "I can unpack my bag just fine on my own, thanks."
"It's going to hurt my feelings soon, you know."
"What is?"
"The way you keep forgetting that we're married, sweet Anna."
She wrapped the blanket tighter around herself and took a step backward. "I haven't forgotten."
"Then why don't you seem to understand that you're moving in with me?"
"No."
Entirely without her permission, he opened up her closet, found a larger suitcase, and threw it on the bed. "People expect a new wife to live with her husband." He yanked open her dresser, grabbed a handful of her underwear, and tossed it into the bag.
"Stop doing that." She gathered up her underwear, accidentally loosening her hold on the blanket. "Has it even occurred to you to ask me first before you make a decision about something?"
"My grandmother would know something was up in an instant if the papers reported me leaving here without you."
"I'm sick and tired of you using your grandmother as your excuse for every stupid thing you do!"
She all but clamped her hand over her mouth, the blanket dropping all the way to the floor. Not only did she already know that Eugenia was the entire reason for their relationship, not only did she know that Cole would have never, ever picked her out of a crowd if he hadn't been looking for a good girl--but she also knew how deeply he was hurting over his grandmother's illness.
"I'm sorry." She wanted so badly to take back her careless words. "I know how much you love her."
She was surprised to find him standing in front of her, one finger tipping her chin up so that she was meeting his dark and serious eyes. She was naked, now, but he didn't look away.