Page 78 of Floodgates

I felt him take his seat, heard the seat belt buckle, and then gasped when he reached across my chest, grabbed my right arm, and wrenched me around to face him.

“Cord,” I huffed out.

He took hold of my chin. “I was gonna come right there with you all over me, so that’s why I left. I had to take a quick walk and calm down so I could talk to you.”

I had gotten him worked up. Me. His confession was dazzling. I’d been so humiliated when I had walked in on Breckin and Sean because my boyfriend had chosen someone else over me. I was obviously not as sexy as Sean Granger, not as hot or funny or smart. Those were the reasons Breckin had wanted him instead of me. I must have been lacking.

But Cord…. Him, I mesmerized, and he wanted me. A surge of heat burned right through me as I stared at the man studying my face.

“I fuck everybody because I don’t fuck you.”

I wasn’t following.

“Things change, things we want, and five years ago I was different than I am now.”

Easing closer, I heard how rough his breathing was, felt the slight tremble in his touch, and saw his gaze move to my mouth.

“I think about you all the time,” he said on an exhale, cupping my cheek. “But you don’t see me now; you only see how I was.”

“You’re telling me you don’t sleep around anymore?”

He shook his head. “Not for a long time.”

I studied his face and saw a yearning there that I had not before. “I’m a mess right now.”

“No. You just think you are.”

“What are you talking about?”

He lowered his voice, crowding me so we were cheek to cheek, his lips next to my ear. “The second you found out Breckin cheated, you threw him out and reclaimed your space.”

His breath in my ear broke me out in goose bumps, and coupled with his lips pressed to the skin behind it and his hand sliding up under my shirt, my cock was thickening fast.

“You’ve been figuring out what to do—cut him loose or work it out—for several months, but in that time, he hasn’t been back in your bed.”

He was rolling my left nipple and it hardened under his touch. He pressed his forehead to mine and dropped his other hand to my upper thigh.

I wasn’t a horny teenager anymore; I could control my own body.

“I know you love hard, so I get that it’ll take time for you to be over Breckin and have your head and your heart clear.”

He cupped me through my chinos, squeezing my cock, and I writhed in his grip, wanting more—more friction, more pressure, more everything.

“So for now, I’m gonna claim the only thing I can,” he growled, opening his hot mouth on the side of my neck.

I jolted under his hands, loving the kiss that quickly became suckling before he added his teeth.

“Pull the blanket over your lap.”

It was bunched beside me under the window, so I moved it quickly as he yanked on my belt buckle with his left hand.

“Tracy.”

I leaned my head back so he could suck and nibble whatever skin on my neck and throat he wanted. At the sound of my name, followed by the man’s seductive chuckle, I bent forward. He was right there, staring at me, and I closed my eyes and kissed him.

“You keep,” he rasped as I tugged on his bottom lip, “kissing me.”

“You’re finally letting me,” I ground out, putting my hands on his collarbone, inside his shirt, and tracing over warm sleek skin. The need to wrap both arms around his neck and lock him tight against me was nearly overwhelming.