Page 56 of Double Booked

“Oh…”

He trailed a hand down the middle of her chest, which was still damp and warm from the hot tub. Just past her belly button, he paused, giving her a chance to stop him.

“Keep going,” she urged.

As he moved his hand further down, she parted her legs. His fingers grazed over her opening, finding it as damp and warm as the rest of her. He tugged her lower lip into his mouth while he continued fondling her. He paid close attention to her responses as he caressed, rubbed, and teased. Soon, she was rotating her hips and chasing her release.

He trailed kisses down her throat and chest before closing his mouth over a rock-hard nipple. He sucked it in deeply and laved it with his tongue. Her hips rocked forward, and he felt the tightening in her core. “Let go,” he whispered.

And she did. He continued stroking her while she bucked wildly beneath his hand. In the midst of her climax, she cried out his name. He held her close, easing off as she slowly came back to herself.

Afterward, he continued holding her, reveling in the intimacy they’d just shared. “Do you have a condom?” she asked after a few minutes.

He gently brushed the damp tendrils of hair away from her face. “Yes.”

“Get one,” she said.

“Be right back.” Extracting himself, he stood and went into the bathroom. He rummaged through his toiletries bag and came up with a strip of condoms. Then it struck him that they’d been in his bag for quite some time. Panicked, he searched for the expiration date, and after finding it, breathed a sigh of relief. Instead of tearing off one condom, he took the whole strip and returned to the bedroom.

She was lying on her side, facing him, her head propped in her hand. “What took you so long?” she teased.

The sight of her naked, her eyes sparkling with desire, sent a surge of adrenaline straight to his groin. He padded over to the bed and paused. Then he tore open a condom package and rolled it on while she watched. He set the rest of the strip on the nightstand.

“Is that all you have?” she asked with a teasing grin.

“We can always buy more,” he replied as he crawled over her. Using both hands, she guided his erection to her entrance. He slipped his tongue into her mouth while simultaneously sliding inside her. Even with the condom, the sensation was overwhelming. She was warm and welcoming and fit him like a glove.

She pulled him closer, arching her hips as he plunged deeper. She skimmed her hands down his back and gripped his butt cheeks, her fingertips pressing into his soft flesh. Even though she’d already climaxed, her energy matched his, and her enthusiasm spurred him on.

Soon, he was thrusting wildly, but before he climaxed, he paused. “Am I hurting you?”

“No! Keep going!”

Assured by her words and enveloped in her embrace, he climaxed, loudly and spectacularly. She held him in place until the last shudder. Then, worried about crushing her, he rolled onto his back. He lay beside her while his breathing eased and the sweat dried on his skin.

In the meantime, she curled against him, her head resting in the crook of his neck and shoulder, her gentle curves molding to his side. This night couldn’t have been more perfect, and he didn’t want to move for fear of breaking the spell.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and jolted them out of their reverie. Their perfect night was about to end abruptly.

Nineteen

Eden and Cole exchanged a befuddled look at the untimely interruption.

“Who could it be?” she asked.

Cole hopped out of bed and pulled on his sleep pants. He didn’t bother with a shirt. “I’ll go see.”

“I’ll come with you.”

“Stay here. I’ll get rid of whoever it is and come right back.”

“Okay,” she replied, but he’d already left the room. A moment later, she climbed out of the warm bed, picked her robe off the floor, and slipped it on. In his haste, Cole had left the bedroom door open. She padded closer to it so she could hear and get a glimpse of the visitor.

She saw Cole peering through the peephole, and then he opened the door. “Yes?”

“I’m looking for Eden,” said the visitor.

Her heart lurched, and she grabbed the doorframe for support. She’d recognize that voice anywhere.