Truth be told, if he could have things his way, he’d set the bar so high, she’d come back for more.
“Ah!” she cried out. “Oh, God. Please don’t stop.”
Her toned thighs trembled as she grew closer to her impending release. Coulter could feel it, now. Knew she was right on the edge.
He encircled her clit with his tongue, adding the right amount of pressure. Her hips moved in time with his thrusting hand.
The breath in Alex’s lungs began to quicken as her muscles grew stiff. Sensing her climax was seconds away, he continued playing her greedy core with his fingers while sucking her bundle of nerves between his lips.
A low, keening sound echoed throughout the luxury suite as Alex came.
Her lower body flew from the cushion. Her back arched high with the explosion of pleasure. And as she continued riding his hand, drawing out every last drop of her release, Coulter didn’t dare look away.
Fucking beautiful.
Seeing Alex come unglued—feeling her come apart from an orgasm he’d created—was the most incredible, intimate, and unforgettable moment of Coulter’s entire existence.
“Holy shit,” Alex huffed. “That was . . . I think you may have killed me.”
He smiled, licking her musky release from his lips before kissing his way up higher. He went past her navel and through the valley between the inner swells of her breasts.
Coulter pressed his lips to the delicate arch of her collarbone, but before he could go any farther, Alex pressed a palm to his own heaving chest. And then he heard her say?—
“Sit back.”
He froze, his body hovering above hers. “Uh . . . what?”
Her bare chest rose and fell with several breaths as she continued sucking in air. “I said . . .” Alex pulled in another long, full breath. “Sit . . . back.”
She prodded him with her palm once more, this time while wearing a daring grin.
“Yes, ma’am.” Coulter pushed himself up from her gloriously naked form.
As he turned to sit fully in the center of the nearest cushion, Alex slid her legs from the couch and rose to her feet. Her curled hair was mussed in the sexiest of ways and the skin on her cheeks was flushed.
Her eyes were heavy and sated, yet a hunger remained. A fire that hadn’t been fully extinguished.
Alex stood before him, her intentions clear. It was only then that Coulter considered protection.
“Condom.” His voice was rough. “I have one in my room. I can go get it?—”
“It’s okay. I have one,” Alex shared without a hint of embarrassment or shame. “Be right back.” She turned around and walked unabashedly into the other room.
Holy hell.
Coulter felt like he’d won the biggest damn lottery in history as he watched her go. His mind whirled and his dick ached as he replayed the highlights of what had just happened.
He’d had his mouth on Alex Webb’s sex. His fingers had been inher. Coulter had tasted her release.
After the icy cold reception she’d given when he’d first shown up at her door, this was not at all how he’d expected the night to end. Not that he was complaining.
Hell no.
Not fucking ever.
Alex, however, would probably wake up regretting it—regrettinghim—as soon as she woke up in the morning. But he couldn’t worry about that now, because for tonight, she was here.
“Before you start judging, this came from a brand-new box.” Alex reappeared in all her natural glory with a small, foil square held in one hand. She walked over to where he still sat. “It’s been in there a while but don’t worry.” She grinned. “It’s not expired. I checked. Oh, and I’m on the pill.”
