I leaned against the doorframe taking all of him in.
Watching him was beautifully intense.
His magnificent body moved so fluidly, yet so incredibly powerfully.
His sculpted muscles bunched and flexed gloriously as he pummeled the bag before him.
Sweat poured down his brow, his bare chest.
His eyes flickered with emotion, shifting from steely resolve, to anger, to pain, from one moment to the next.
He was channeling it all into his hardcore workout, into every well-executed move, each punch and kick that hit its intended target with such precision and power, his undeniable skill and experience shining through.
“You gonna stand there in silence the entire time, firecracker?”
I jumped at the sudden sound of his voice. “Uh… hi.”
Grinning, he stepped back from the bag, took a long breath, then eyed me and started unwrapping the tape from his hands. “Hi.”
I walked into the room. “So, you knew I was here the entire time?”
He shrugged. “Pretty much.”
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”
“I like you watching me.” His eyes shone with humor. “Sorry, I mean, salivating over me.”
“Please,” I said, trying weakly to deny what was already so obvious.
He chuckled, placed his wraps down on the bench, then snatched up his towel and started dabbing at his sweat-drenched skin. “So, what’s up?”
“Nothing much,” I said, sauntering closer. “I’m just taking a break from work and I wanted to see you.”
He smiled happily. “Yeah?”
I made it clear I was eye-fucking him, while I said, sexily, “After walking in on this, that want has skyrocketed, big time.”
A dirty smirk played on his lips. “Go get naked. Wait for me on the bed.”
I frowned. “Wait for you? Where are you going?”
“To take a shower,” he said, gesturing to his sweaty state.
Wow. With everything that’d been going on lately, everything being so dire, the two of us had fallen into a severely serious state of mind. So much so that it seemed we’d lost our sexual edge. That spark of spontaneity had fallen to the wayside, that untamable need to have each other no matter where we were.
I sauntered toward him, putting an extra sway into my step for good measure. Pressing my hands to his pecs, I told him in my husky, seductive voice I only reserved for him, “I don’t think you are understanding me, my tough-as-nails biker. I want you now. Right here. As you are. No waiting.”
His eyes hooded.
With an aggressively hard throw, he tossed his towel onto the bench.
And then he was in my space looming over me. “Are you sure you want this? Sure you can handle that kind of hardcore fucking from me? You know how I get when I’m in my fighting headspace.”
Oh, so that was what his shower excuse had really been about. He’d wanted time to come down from it. Well, I didn’t want that and I certainly didn’t want him thinking he had to shield me from that part of him.
“I’m not afraid of your darkness.” I slid my hand down his bare chest. “I’m all in, Cole.”
“Natasha,” he growled, all sexy.
“Let loose. Fuck me like an animal.”
He had me gasping as he fisted his hand in the back of my hair and snarled, “You have three seconds to get your goddamn panties off before I tear them off.”
I trembled with anticipation. It didn’t make it easy to do what he’d asked.
Obviously I took too long, because, all of a sudden, he was grasping my hips and hauling me onto the bench.
He flipped up my skirt, jerked down my panties, then grabbed my knees and shoved my thighs open wide, baring my pussy to him.
His grip tightened on my thighs.
And then he shoved his head between my legs.
His tongue swirled around my clit like a whirlwind, sending shocks of sudden, intense pleasure shooting through me.
There was no easy buildup. Just wild intensity.
He had me panting in seconds, my legs trembling in his grasp.
“Ah!” I cried out as he sucked my clit into his mouth, exerting brutal pressure. He grazed it with his teeth and I threw my head back, screaming out in pleasure.
Two fingers slid deep inside me making me buck in his hold from the unexpected invasion. He drew them out excruciatingly slowly, teasing me, before plunging them back in deep in one sudden motion.
“Fuck, Cole! Yes!”
He kept it up as his tongue worked its detectable magic.
I was right on the edge of coming when he stopped and pulled back without any warning.
He smirked slyly. “Yeah, it’s like that, firecracker.”
Despite the loss of my orgasm, the dirty playful side he was bringing after so long away had a shiver of excitement running through me.
The look in his eyes was pure predator.
He was going to devour me.
I knew by that feral glint there that he was seconds away from tearing into me, from using my body to milk every ounce of pleasure from both of us. Just like old times.
His eyes flashed.
And then he was on me, shoving me up against the wall.
His hands delved into my hair, fisting in it as he kissed every inch of my face. His mouth settled on my lips and he swept his tongue along my top lip. I felt him smile against my mouth as I opened instantly for him. He delved inside and I lost myself as his tongue danced with mine, claiming me.
“Fuck,” he gasped, pulling back. “There’s nothing better than having you at my mercy, trembling and moaning with pleasure for me.”
I smiled up at him, panting and breathless from his attentions. “I’ve missed this.”
He startled me as he grabbed my wrists and slammed them into the wall above my head. His fingers twined with mine and he slid them slowly all the way down my outstretched arms, over my boobs, down my sides, to my hips.
“Cole,” I gasped.
His hands rose back up until they were fisting in my hair wildly and he was kissing me roughly. He grunted against my
