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“Shit,” he muttered, and did the first thing that came to mind to save him and Melodie from being caught.
Dropping down onto the leather couch facing the fireplace and away from the door, he pulled her on top of him so their feet were off the floor and she was secured tightly against him. He bent his knees to keep his shoes from hanging over the side of the sofa, and scooted his head down, hiding them from anyone who might walk through the door. His heart thundered in his chest, and Melodie stared down at him with wide eyes that reflected startled surprise.
“Don’t move or say a word!” he ordered gruffly and tucked her face against his neck to keep her quiet and still.
Seconds later a dim light switched on in the room and two male voices filled the silent library, their footsteps echoing on the polished hardwood floors as they made their way somewhere on the other side of the couch.
“I’ve got Churchills or Palma Larga,” one man said. Cole recognized the voice as Thornton’s, and they were talking about cigars. “What’s your pleasure, Randall?”
Melodie’s warm mouth fastened on Cole’s neck, and the soft, unexpected stroke of her tongue made him tense and his breath suspend in his lungs. What in the hell was she doing?
“I’ll take one of the Churchills,” the other man replied.
“Good choice,” Thornton said jovially.
Melodie continued tormenting him, stringing damp, quiet kisses up to his ear, then suckling on the lobe and grazing that sensitive bit of flesh with her teeth. Despite the very real threat of being caught, his body surged with a frenzy of wild need. What she was doing to him was shocking, and dangerous, and deliciously exciting. And there was no way to stop her without bringing attention to their presence.
And she had to realize that, as well.
The sound of Thornton opening a humidor could be heard, along with the rustle of him withdrawing the cigar the other man had chosen. “And I’ve got brandy upstairs and a poker game awaiting us once the guests leave in about an hour or so.”
“You do throw the best parties, Thornton,” the other man complimented.
“So I’ve been told.” Thornton laughed. “Let’s go enjoy these out on the upstairs terrace until the auction is over.”
As the men headed back toward the door, Melodie dipped her tongue into the shell of Cole’s ear. He swallowed a deep groan, squeezed his eyes shut, and tightened his fingers in her upswept hair. She was obviously feeling frisky after reading all those erotic letters, and once they were alone she was going to pay, and good, he decided.
The light switched off, throwing the library back into silent darkness, and the door clicked shut behind the men. Cole waited until their voices faded away before he rasped, “What do you think you’re doing, Mel?”
She moved sinuously on top of him, her breath hot and moist against his neck. “I’ll never get enough of you,” she whispered huskily in his ear, the illicit words straight from the fantasy she’d left on his pillow last weekend.
Bracing her hands next to his head, she lifted her face from the crook of his neck and looked down at him, her expression pure seductive sin in the moonlit library. “I need you, Cole.” The raspy plea in her voice was unmistakable, reaching deep into his soul. “Right here, right now.”
Fuck, yes. He understood her need, because he’d been fighting it all week, as well. He didn’t hesitate, and he didn’t question his actions or curse his lack of control as he’d done so many times since this craziness with Melodie had begun. He only knew that he couldn’t refuse her, or himself, what they both wanted so badly. Right here, right now.
He sat up, taking her with him, positioning her so that she was straddling his thighs. He buried his fingers in her hair, sending a silver clip and pins scattering, and crushed his lips to hers. Filled with an explosive urgency, he took her mouth in a hungry, demanding, tongue-tangling kiss, the adrenaline rushing through his blood heightening the illicitness of their private tryst.
She made a soft, mewling sound in the back of her throat as her hands pushed aside his coat jacket and her fingers found the waistband of his slacks. She fumbled in her frantic haste to unbuckle the black leather belt he wore, but she finally managed the deed, freeing his thick erection.
And then he was pulsing in her hands as she stroked him, squeezed him, making his entire body shudder from her practiced touch. He burned for her, desperate to be inside her. Sliding his hands into that tempting slit in her dress, he roughly yanked the velvety material up to her waist. Grabbing the elastic band of her black, lacy panties, he dragged them down her legs, and she stood up so he could completely remove the scrap of fabric.
He shoved the lingerie into his suit pocket for safekeeping, and she quickly pushed him back onto the couch, sliding eagerly back on top of him, spreading her legs on either side of his thighs. The broad tip of his cock slid against her damp, slick flesh, unerringly finding the opening to her body. Unable to wait any longer, he gripped her smooth bottom with both hands and thrust up and into her. She drew him in with a soft gasp of pleasure, flowing over him like liquid fire, hot and molten, consuming him.
A low, guttural groan escaped him at the snug, wet clasp of her body accepting him so completely. Closing her eyes, she tossed her head back and rocked against him, over him, her breath exhaling in soft, sensual pants. Her tempo increased as she rode him, and he pushed the heavy folds of her dress up to her waist and out of
the way so he could watch her draw him deeper, clench him impossibly tighter.
And that’s when he saw her tattoo in the moonlight—a small, impish fairy right above her pussy, the wings seemingly fluttering with every gyration of Melodie’s hips. Fascinated, he brushed his thumb over the design then slipped his fingers lower, between her legs to her clit, caressing her where they joined so intimately.
Her orgasm hit hard and fast, the deep, rippling contractions triggering the beginning of his own climax. He pulled her mouth back to his and kissed her greedily, swallowing the sound of her wild, uninhibited cries as the overwhelming pressure built within him. His heartbeat thundered in his ears and he grasped her hips, lunging upward, hard and fast, again and again, penetrating deeper and deeper.
With a force that jerked them both, he poured himself into her, feeling his own scalding release coursing through him in powerful, endless spasms. His mind spun, and his chest tightened with a strange, intense emotion he couldn’t ever remember experiencing before, a longing that shattered his defenses and shook him to the very core.
And then he knew, despite every effort to safeguard himself from this woman’s allure, he’d fallen hard and deep for her. And the realization scared the hell out of him.
But no more than the fact that they’d just engaged in unprotected sex.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
