Текст книги "Game for Love "

Автор книги: Bella Andre

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Stilling, he held her hips tightly in his hands. She tried to buck into him, but when he wouldn’t let her move, she looked up at him, confusion warring with desperate desire on her sweat-dampened face.

“Cole?”

“So small and sweet.” He had to lick at her lips, tasting the salt from her skin mixing up with her own sweet essence. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He’d been saying the same thing to her since practically the first moment they’d met, and damn it, he didn’t think he could live with himself if he ever hurt her, if he accidentally ripped her apart because he’d needed her too bad to think straight.

“Then why are you hurting me now?”

His chest clenched with instant regret. “Jesus, Anna, I didn’t mean—too rough on—you’re too small for—” He was trying to force himself out of her wet heat as word fragments fell from his lips, but fuck, even knowing what he was doing to her, he couldn’t manage more than an inch.

“I love it when you’re rough, Cole. I love it when you can’t control yourself.”

He blinked hard, his brain working to convince him that he’d heard her correctly. “But I’m hurting you.”

“The only time you hurt me is when you stop.”

And in that moment as he looked into her eyes and knew she wasn’t saying what he wanted to hear, but was speaking the truth—he let the switch go.

All the way up.

The next heartbeat had him driving into her so hard that the entire couch slid across the floor. The knowledge that he hadn’t imagined her answering smile of pleasure had him ravaging her mouth with his lips and teeth and tongue even as he ravaged her pussy with a cock that was as hard as steel and so thick that he could feel her sensitive tissue working to stretch around him.

And then, through his own crazy thrusting and pumping into her, he felt it...the telltale way her muscles all clenched around his cock, the way her ragged breaths came to a momentary stop, hitching in her chest, the way her nails dug in deep along with her heels, the way her thigh muscles tightened on his hips. Any other time he would have focused on her pleasure, would have made sure she hit her climax before he did, but now that the beast was out, there was no locking him back into his cage.

Rearing up over her, he roughly cupped a breast in each hand, her hard nipples searing the centers of his palms, and he rode her like he’d never ridden anyone. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed tight as she held onto his forearms and let him take her, riding the wave that he’d become. And instead of pain or fear, in that moment when a gasp left her throat as she began to climax and she opened her eyes and stared straight into his soul, he saw his own pleasure mirrored in those ocean depths.

A pleasure so deep that he wasn’t sure how either of them were going to survive without it.

His roar shook the windows as he exploded, her muscles milking him, and if he might have thought that he should pull out, that they weren’t really married and he shouldn’t be shooting his come deep into her womb, he didn’t hear it, wasn’t aware of anything but riding out the biggest, strongest orgasm he’d had in thirty-four years.

* * *

Cole shifted them so that he was lying beneath her on the couch and Anna was plastered over his big, hard body, still holding on for dear life, still trying to figure out how to breathe, how to think. She was still trying to figure out how it was even possible for anything—or anyone—to make her feel so good.

To feel so much.

If she were smart, if she had any sense of self-preservation at all, she’d be sliding off him, putting space between them, making sure she didn’t let him take her over, body and soul.

But that last orgasm must have obliterated a huge chunk of her brain cells. Because she couldn’t have left Cole’s warmth, the comfort of his arms around her, if someone had been holding a gun to her head.

Not when she was finally right where she’d wanted to be for so very long, held in the arms of a strong man who knew exactly what she needed, even when she hadn’t known it herself.

He pulled her tighter and she willingly curled into him, closing her eyes, her muscles relaxed, her breath coming more evenly as she realized just how much all of that crazy, extremely physical sex had worn her out.

* * *

Cole hadn’t thought anything could top the wild sex they’d just had on the couch.

He was wrong.

So goddamned wrong.

It didn’t make any sense that anything could be better than fucking Anna, especially not when they repeatedly had the most explosive sex of his life.

But Anna’s warmth, the soft press of her curves against him as she fell asleep in his arms

–holding the sweet trust of a woman he was starting to really care about in the palm of his hands—was good.

Too good.

Way too good.

So good that a man could lose his way if he wasn’t careful.

Chapter Thirteen

Anna woke in Cole’s big bed. He was stretched out beside her, watching, obviously waiting for her. Even though he wasn’t touching her, she felt her skin come alive beneath his gaze.

He was naked now, too, and as she ran her hungry gaze down his tanned skin, over the deeply sculpted muscles over his shoulders and chest and stomach to the thick erection jutting out from his body, she realized what he was holding.

The dildo she’d bought.

Amazingly, in their frantic coupling in his living room, she’d forgotten all about it. Now, looking at the thick flesh-colored plastic penis she’d chosen made her blush. She reached out for a nonexistent blanket to pull up over her nakedness.

Cole’s gaze was full of heat and such deep possession it stole her breath. “Why don’t you put those hands above your head, sweetheart?”

It shouldn’t be so tempting to follow orders. Her hands and arms shouldn’t automatically be rising above her head, but the truth was, she’d already given up trying to make her reaction to this man fit into a tidy little box.

There was nothing tidy whatsoever about any of this. Not their quickie marriage, or the fact that instead of cursing the way he’d manipulated her into marrying him as a gift for his grandmother, she felt almost ... thankful.

“You look so pretty like that, Anna. Your skin all flushed, your sweet breasts arching closer to my mouth.” He bent over her then, his tongue a flat press of heat over one peak.

Anna instinctively moved her hands to thread into his hair and he lifted his head from her sensitive skin.

“Did I tell you to move your hands?”

She bit her lip. “No.” When he simply held her gaze, but didn’t say anything more, she realized he was waiting for her to put them back up by the headboard. She swallowed reflexively.

“Aren’t you going to tie me up?”

“Oh no, sweetheart.” He grinned at her, his eyes sparkling with humor in addition to that intense heat that never seemed to go away. “This time I’m going to expect you to keep your hands right there all on your own.”

His words shouldn’t have been a compliment, shouldn’t have signified anything more than dirty verbal play, but they still felt like a big deal.

Like he was trusting her to own a heck of a lot more of her sexuality than she had during their first night together.

Searching within herself, she decided he was right—she wasn’t going to freak out this time. Instead, she was going to trust herself, trust her body to know what felt good. Rather than fight it when it all got to be too much, she was going to relish every single sensation.

Moving slowly, sensuously, she moved her hands back into place, where he wanted them.

Approval lit the desire in his eyes. “Good choice.”

Belatedly, she realized he was talking about more than the position of her hands. He was holding up the dildo between them, slowly moving it toward her chest, rubbing the soft plastic between her breasts, the head dragging along her breastbone.

She knew she should have been shocked as she lay there watching Cole caress her skin with the toy. The night she’d met him, she would have been. Even yesterday, she knew she would have made some protest.

But in less than forty-eight hours, Cole had almost effortlessly broken down walls she hadn’t even realized she’d built.

Instead of being shocked at the renewed arousal throbbing at the tips of her breasts, between her legs, she reveled in the glorious heat.

Instead of being anxious about what Cole was planning to do with the dildo, she was practically panting with desperate anticipation, could feel herself creaming, readying herself for whatever he wanted, for whatever he was going to do.

Still, she wasn’t prepared for him to lift the toy to her mouth, for him to say, “Lick it,” or for her own tongue to automatically obey.

“Look at that sweet little tongue,” he murmured as she bathed the thick plastic head with her saliva.

Her gaze followed his to the plastic shaft that he was moving across her lips so that she could wet the top half. Her womb clenched at the way it glistened with her saliva, not because the toy itself turned her on, but because she was imagining Cole’s cock in its place, feeling him hot and throbbing against her lips as he slowly let her taste him.

She was so lost in her delicious vision that the next thing she knew, he was swirling the head over her nipples, using his forearms to push her breasts together, so that he could drag the wet plastic across both in a sinful figure eight that had her arching her back up into his touch, almost forgetting her promise to hold her arms and hands in place at the headboard.

“So damn sexy.”

Cole’s reverent words moved across her skin like a whisper, pulling the tiny hairs all across the surface of her body up and toward him, and then he was blowing a puff of warm air over her tightly puckered nipples. The skin across her breasts had never felt so tight. She’d never been this close to coming with nothing more than breast stimulation.

“Open your legs, sweetheart.”

That first night, as soon as she’d agreed to trust him, he’d taken choice from her. He’d protected her from her own lack of faith in herself. But now, he was asking her to trust not only him.

He was asking her to trust herself, too.

Aware of every movement, even the slight flutter of her eyelashes on her face, the way her chest was rising higher, falling deeper with every breath, she separated her thighs, opening herself up to Cole.

And the toy in his hands.

“Anna.” Cole dipped his free hand between her legs, slowly moving two fingers through her arousal before bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. “Sweet, sweet Anna.”

“Touch me again, Cole.” She didn’t need any prompts from him this time to tell him what she wanted. She was learning how to listen to her body’s signals, was gaining courage in putting voice to her desires.

Oh, and how he touched her, the same two fingers not only sliding between her slick folds, but sliding all the way inside, driving so high inside her that she had to arch into his hand to try and take him even deeper. But then she could feel his fingers curling, stroking, settling against a shockingly sensitive place.

“Cole?” Her breath caught on his name, turning one syllable to two.

In lieu of an answer, he slid his fingers from her and positioned the head of the dildo at her entrance. For a moment it was all too much for her again—this shockingly beautiful man lying naked on the bed with her, a sex toy in his hands, wicked promise in his eyes. She closed her eyes and worked to suck in air, to locate her courage once more.

“Watch with me, Anna.”

The low words rumbled across her belly, her breasts, and brought her back to him. Back to the incredible pleasure he was not only promising, but was already giving.

He lifted her upper body to tuck a pillow beneath her head and shoulders and she opened her eyes just in time to watch as the head pushed her open. He left the toy there, let them both stare at her labia, glistening with her arousal, stretching open over the thick intrusion.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

She knew he knew exactly how good it was, but just thinking about telling him had another flood of arousal coating the tip, had her inner muscles clenching around the plastic as her body tried to pull it deeper inside.

She turned her gaze from the toy to the man who was wielding it with such perfect precision. “Oh yes.”

His pupils dilated. “Let’s see if we can make it even better.”

He left her no time to respond, pure sensation taking over every part of her as he gently, slowly started spinning the toy inside of her. Even without pushing it in further, he was making her feel so ridiculously, incredibly good with the way the latex rubbed and pressed against her sensitive inner walls. And then, just when she thought she was getting a handle on her arousal, he filled her up.

This time she didn’t need him to tell her to watch. Not when she couldn’t have taken her eyes off the shiny latex shaft as he slowly slid it out from between her legs and then sank it back in on a groan. Her thighs fell further apart as she opened herself up to him, to the toy, to the sinful pleasure taking her over. Not once had he touched her clit, and yet she could feel—and see

–how swollen the tender tissue was.

She opened her mouth to ask him to touch her there, to put his lips and tongue over her, but before she could get the words out he made a request of his own.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

Everything inside her stilled with shock. And that was when she realized just how naïve she really was. Had she really thought that she was brave enough to do whatever he asked her to do? Had she really been innocent enough to think that simply plying her with a dildo while she lay spreadeagled on his bed would be as far as he would push her?

He didn’t ask against again, he simply kept her trapped in the dark heat of his gaze.

And he waited...waited for her to realize that she was less shocked by his command than she was by the impossible excitement that swamped her at the thought of moving into the oh-so-vulnerable position.

Her limbs were too shaky for her to even try to move in a sensual manner, but when she finally got into position, resting her weight on her palms and her knees and shins, and looked over her shoulder at Cole, he was looking at her as though she were—

“A miracle. You’re a goddamned miracle.”

The look in his eyes, the reverence in his words didn’t just make her wet, didn’t just make her ache for his touch.

It made her heart pound harder, swell bigger.

It made her fall deeper than she should.

And it made her get way too close to the one thing that would rip her apart and tear her previously fine life to shreds when their temporary marriage ended.

Thankfully, there was no way for her thoughts to spin any further toward the danger zone, not when he was stealing them away with the firm press of the toy’s head against her folds.

Sliding easily into her wetness, it felt so good that she had to arch into it, had to tilt her head back to try to take in enough air to fuel the desperate need taking her over.

“I wish you could see how beautiful your ass looks, so round and soft and sweet.”

His lips moved over her bottom and even as his kisses there shocked her, especially when she felt his teeth lightly score her skin, she whimpered her pleasure.

“I knew watching you take this would be good, Anna,” he murmured as his mouth moved down over the curve where her bottom met her thigh.

She gasped as he licked at the seam of incredibly sensitive skin, bucking herself even harder into his hand, the heel of his palm landing hard and heavy against her aching clit with every thrust of the toy.

“But I had no idea it would be this good.”

She could feel the heat of his eyes on her pussy, on the wet clench of her muscles against the toy.

“Nothing has ever been this good, baby.”

He moved before she could react, sliding his head beneath her open thighs, his tongue reaching out to lave her clit, his free hand pulling her down onto his mouth.

She came that quickly, her climax a lightning bolt that ran from her clit to the tip of her toes, the top of her head, the tips of her fingers. Even her earlobes tingled. And all the while, Cole’s tongue on her clit was driving her crazy. All the while, he never lost his rhythm with the decadent, sinful toy in his hand. All the while, she was gasping her pleasure into the pillow, grinding herself down onto his face, onto the wonderful pressure of the toy inside her.

And then the toy was gone, making a loud thud as he threw it across the room. Cole slid out from under her and came around her back, covering her hips with his, her back against his chest. Thank God he held her up as he drove into her, taking her in a position she’d never let another man take, with her up on her hands and knees, her breasts in his hands, his mouth kissing, sucking, inhaling the skin along her neck and shoulders and back, his hard flesh driving, stretching her open as far as she could go.

She’d never heard sounds like the ones coming out of her mouth as he drove into her. But it wasn’t a one-way street, wasn’t a world where he put her where he wanted her and she gave him pleasure despite herself.

No, it was the exact opposite.

Anna was taking at least as much pleasure from Cole as she was giving to him. She pushed back into his hard shaft, into the rock-hard muscles of his thighs and tight hips, with everything she had, used up every last ounce of energy to find her way back over an even higher peak than the one she’d just crested barely moments before.

“Come again for me, baby.”

The raw command came with the sudden press of rough, calloused fingers over her clit and this second unexpected hit of extreme pleasure had her crying out with what was left of her voice. Her entire body exploded around his, black spots appearing in her vision as Cole roared out her name, his out-of-control thrusts pushing her flat into his mattress, his fingers never once losing ground on her pulsating clit, wet with her arousal and his come. But even after she came down from the heady pulses of her climax, she loved the way Cole continued to drive into her, his cock still hard as steel against her swollen, sensitive inner walls, as he continued to stimulate her clit.

It should have been impossible—her body couldn’t possibly sustain this level of pleasure, could it? —but before she knew it, she was right back in the place she thought she’d just left behind, on top looking over the edge.

“Again, sweetheart. One more time. For me.”

His thrusts were more measured now, his touch more concentrated on the stiffening bud between her legs. But it was the warmth, the adoration, the sheer need in his tone that had her crying out one more time.

Holding her steady until she rode out the astonishing waves of pleasure, Cole shifted his weight slightly off the side, just enough to cover her still without crushing her.

Anna’s mind worked to right itself, but Cole’s nearness had always made clear thinking difficult. More so now than ever before. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t think past—no, couldn’t ignore the question that had been there since his first kiss in the club: Who was she letting herself become?

And was there any way she would ever be able to go back to the woman she’d been before Cole?

“Sweet Anna.”

He moved onto his back and effortlessly lifted her so that she lay across him rather than the mattress. She relaxed into him, utterly sated now, and realized with a small smile against his chest that they were no longer strangers. Two days of almost constant togetherness meant that she could recognize the sounds of desire and arousal, anger and frustration, in his voice. And now, the way he almost dropped the last syllable of her name as exhaustion took him toward sleep.

He pressed a soft kiss onto her hair. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His sweet words were on the verge of being slurred and she wasn’t surprised when his breathing became slow and even. Just as she wasn’t surprised by the truth staring her in the face as she lay there with his heart beating steadily beneath her palm.

There was no going back from the way she felt about this man.

Not just because they’d made love without protection twice in a row and she might have already conceived their child. Not just because being with Cole made her happier than she could ever remember being. Not just because he’d spent every minute of their short relationship cherishing her, worshiping her. Not just because of his fierce love for his grandmother.

No. It was all so much simpler than that.

Cole was the key. The key to the prison in which she’d been locked her whole life.

In two days, he’d managed to not only set her body free.

He’d set her heart free, too.

And as Anna reached for the covers and pulled them over their naked bodies, she knew she wasn’t just losing the fight to keep her heart from her husband...she was chucking it onto the field with both hands.