Heaven Inside You(4)
She spent the entire three weeks obsessing, wondering what he looked like, what he smelled like. Did he go for dark chocolate and toasted marshmallows? Did he hate peppers on his pizza? What kind of sheets covered his body at night?
Chad did mention once that his brother was very tall and big and that he had been a football star in college. Hard to believe considering that Chad himself was a scrawny piece of work. He was the little man with the big personality, a sort of mini Napoleon; one of those people who could sell ice to the Eskimos—really—and had bulldozed his way through to a VP of Sales position in a global IT corporation. He had met Fiona a couple of years earlier when he was interviewing candidates for an Executive Secretary position right after his promotion. The eternal opportunist, her younger sister saw her chance to snag a great catch and worked her charm to great effect. She didn’t get the secretary position, but, in her own words, she got the better end of the bargain. The rest, as they say, was history.
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“Olivia…it’s me, Cole. Did you not recognize me? I kept calling your name, but you didn’t hear me.”
She almost jumped.
This was it then. After spending every single night during the last three weeks working her vibrator and giving free reign to visions of wild, steamy sex with Cole Evans, it was finally time to put a face and body to the subject of her highly charged sensual bondage fantasies. If she could ever find her voice, that is. And after she managed to pick up her jaw from the ground and stop her traitorous pulse from pounding Beethoven’s Ninth in her head.
Last night she had lain in her bed, her skin still damp from her shower, her mind racing with thoughts of Cole; she could barely take the feeling of anticipation any more. She was so wet and turned on that she couldn’t even wait to switch her vibrator on. Running her hands all over her upper body, she slid her palms over her breasts and let herself moan in pleasure while she lightly pinched her nipples. She writhed at the contact, arched her back and thrust her breasts out, the hardened tips stabbing at the cool air of the bedroom and sending urgent messages to Command Central—her soaking wet core…
She envisioned Cole there with her, teasing her, his tongue swirling around the peaks, wetting them first, then sucking hard just the way she liked it. As he moved between her thighs, she’d run her hands down his back to his buttocks, squeezing the firm, muscular globes and opening herself to the thrusts of his thick, long, beautiful cock. She bit her bottom lip at the thought and brought her hand down to her curls, finding and exploring the source of her pleasure.
That swollen bit of throbbing flesh responded, loud and clear. Damn, she was ready to come. She flicked her thumb on her clit and slid two fingers—hard and fast—in her drenched pussy. That was all it took to make her close her eyes tight, throw her head back and cry out in the night. She was racked with an orgasm so strong that she slept straight through the night—without waking as she customarily did at four AM—until she sensed the first rays of the sun hailing a new day outside her window.
“Hey there.” Mortified at her thoughts, she tamped them down. “Sorry about that. Been having a lot on my mind lately.” Yes, him. Had she gone hoarse all of a sudden? Taking a firm hold on herself, she returned his smile.
“No problem.”
He held out his hand and grabbed hers in a warm, solid grip. He squeezed lightly, and then slowly, perhaps a little too slowly, he let go, briefly trailing his fingers over her palm.
The simple contact of skin against skin was devastating to her senses. A sharp jolt started in the pit of her belly and traveled all the way around her body, then made a beeline straight to her sex. She tightened her muscles and closed her legs in a tight vise, trying to appear composed while her clit throbbed furiously and her nipples felt tight and swollen and the skin chafed against the lace of her bra.
Why was she acting so hormonal?
She had no clue how she was going to spend two hours sitting in such close proximity to the man without suffering the jitters. She wondered what she had gotten herself into. Where was the gin and tonic? Lord help her….
His eyes were brilliant as he looked directly into hers, and what she saw in them compelled her to avert her gaze. Her skin felt hot and clammy, and she found herself at a loss for words. Something was happening between them, yeah, just that fast—like a quick woven spell in real time—and she wasn’t sure how to handle it. It was almost as if his manner had turned predatory, or perhaps that was just the way he was and he was merely starting to show his stripes. He looked like a sleek, hungry panther ready to pounce on its prey.