WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 84: Fired Up (10)

Her hotshot was all done waiting.

When she tried to sit up, he pushed her right back on the mattress. She

didn’t mind. She’d been wanting his hands on her ever since she’d discovered him sprawled on her steps. She quickly discovered, though, that she might be in a rush—but he wasn’t. When she brought her hands up to tug on his shirt, he pressed her palms down into the mattress.

“Don’ move, sha,” he warned as he moved closer. Close enough she could feel the heat and tension radiating off his body. The way he leaned in reminded her that he was bigger. Stronger.

“Or?” Deliberately, she slid her hands off the mattress. She’d make him spell out those consequences. See if his imagination tonight rivaled that of all those other nights they’d spent apart—but swapping fantasies over the airwaves.

His sexy bad-boy grin was answer enough, his brown eyes heating up. “I tie a mean knot. And I bet I’d like your ass pink just fine.”

Oh, God. His words sent fire licking through her veins. “Promises,” she whispered hoarsely, licking dry lips. “How about you show me what you can do?”

“I’m waitin’.” His gaze dropped to her hands. “Show me you can take orders.”

She shouldn’t be so turned on by his matter-of-fact command. She shuddered, slapping her hands onto the mattress. He knew all her secret fantasies. Hell, she’d told him.

“That’s my girl. I should tie you up anyhow,” he continued, his face darkening. “What were you thinkin’, Hannah? This tower is nothin’ but a lightning rod in a storm. I told you to get out.”

“More touching, less talking.” She tilted her head back, challenging him.

His thumb raked the side of her jaw. The erotic rasp of the calluses had another, harder shiver racking her body.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” She was having Cole Henry tonight.

 His teeth nipped her ear. “I did come out here to take care of you. Anything, everything, sha. I’m makin’ sure you get exactly what you need.” She exhaled. Yes. Her choice. To let go and let him take over. She knew he would drive them both toward that sensual height. So good. She’d craved his voice each night, but that was nothing like the ache actually touching him built in her body. She’d never felt like this with any lover before, but Cole Henry was one of a kind. Her big, hot Cajun. The weight

of his body held her in place for his sensual touch.

Don’t stop.

“Please.”

He leaned closer. His hand pushed her thighs apart, making room for himself. “Lie back.”

His tone made it clear that she might not have taken his orders about leaving the tower, but she’d be taking these orders. He pushed her tank top up, his fingertips grazing her ribs. “You’re not wearin’ a bra.”

She wished she’d worn one. Something pretty, with lace and satin. Something else for him to peel off, to spin out this moment.

She looked down, unable to help herself. His suntanned hands stroked her paler skin. “Too hot.” She grinned at him. “And not enough of me.”

He shook his head. “There’s plenty of you.” His fingertips traced the sensitive curves, exploring her with the rough, hard hands of a man who worked outdoors for months on end, swinging an ax and a shovel. There was nothing easy about him, although he was deliberately careful as he palmed her.

It should have felt awkward, her half-sitting, half-reclining on the mattress, with her shirt shoved up above her breasts. Cole made it hot. Like he really couldn’t get enough of her. Like he wasn’t waiting for what he wanted.

God, yeah.

His fingers feathered along her ribcage, his touch both soothing and arousing. He refused to rush, even when she wriggled demandingly.

“You’re impatient.”

“You’re making me wait.” She was supposed to be done waiting.

“Good things,” he promised. “That’s what comes to those who wait.” His

fingers found her nipples and the tender-rough caress made her sigh. He captured the tips, rolling gently, but gentle wasn’t what she wanted right now.

 “Harder.” She only had today. That meant there was no time for him to figure out what she liked, so she’d tell him—or go without. Holding her breath, she waited to see how this big, dominant male would react to a little bedside instruction. Please.

“Be careful what you ask for.” A harder roll followed close on the heels of his sexy growl.

Better.

“I know what I like.” She brought her own hands up, pinching her nipples.

He pulled her into his arms, lifting her ass off the mattress. The sharp sting on her left cheek warned he’d reached his limit. The small tap was just enough to burn, and delicious heat radiated out from the spot.

“You got me to do that.”

She did. “So do it.”

Cole took charge, his fingers covering her aching nipples. Pinching and

rolling, each sensual tug sending her higher. “You do something for me.”

“Sure.”

“Shuck those shorts and panties.”

Yeah. She popped the button, savoring the sensual brush of the fabric moving down her thighs. Sprawled out on the bed as she was, she could only push her shorts halfway down before his larger body pinned her in place and left her sensually aware of being half-dressed, half-naked.

He’d kissed her before, hard, deep kisses that made her burn. She was wet for him and they both knew it. All she needed now was to get her hands on him. Drag her palms down that muscled back and cup his firm ass. Pull him deeper and harder into the aching space between her thighs. He wasn’t rushing, though, damn it.

Her fingers curled into the sheets, waiting for him.

He smiled slowly. “You like bein’ bossed around.”

She didn’t have to tell him everything. “Maybe.”

She leaned back on her elbows. She loved watching him work her body,

his dark head covering her nipple. The muscles in his forearms bulged as he lowered himself.

And, oh, God, the wet heat of his mouth. His tongue licked and tasted, followed by the sweet sting of his teeth as he caught a sensitive tip. She moaned as the hot rush of pleasure hit her hard.

 Cole’s fingers curled over her waist, then sank lower. Greedy for his touch, she rubbed her thighs together because she’d never anticipated anything so much. But he skipped her pussy, dragging her panties and shorts to her ankles.

“Toe them off.” He rolled to the side, giving her just enough room to do so. “Now.”

She was shameless around this man. She reached down and found the bunched fabric. One good tug and she was good and naked.

“That’s it.” He eased back, dropping between her legs even as one big hand covered her right breast. He flattened the other between her widespread thighs. Every muscle and nerve ending in her belly jumped in anticipation because, God, Cole Henry made this good.