Winter Love

by Kennedy Fox

  “I hope you’re better in bed than you were at unlockin’ that door.” She cupped his neck, holding him in place as she nipped his ear, the taunt laced with a playful edge she hadn’t used with him before.

  He ignored how much he liked it…how much he liked her despite everything. But this was just sex. It had to be. The two of them didn’t make sense. Sadie had forever in her sights, and Cole had already been there, done that, had the monthly alimony payments to prove it.

  “You’re gonna pay for that.” Cole squeezed her ass, kneading the flesh and grinding her down harder against him.

  She broke away on a gasp, her head tossed back as she moaned. “Cole…”

  “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, looking his fill. From her closed eyes to her parted lips to her breasts pushed up and just begging for his mouth, this gorgeous woman drove him absolutely crazy. She consistently challenged him, kept him on his toes, and he’d never wanted someone more. “Say it again.”

  She lowered her gaze to his, her eyes heavy, lip caught between her teeth. “Make me.”

  “Oh, I intend to.” He tossed her onto the bed and braced himself on his arms above her. “I’m gonna make you cry it out again and again and again. Gonna make your throat hoarse from screamin’ it.”

  She slid her hands over his shoulders, locking her fingers together behind his neck, the spark in her eyes telling him she wanted to play. “You’re awfully cocky considerin’ we both still have all our clothes on. How about we start with the first one and go from there?”

  He lowered himself until his mouth hovered just above hers and her breath whispered against his lips. “It’s not cocky if you’re certain. And I’m one hundred percent certain I’m gonna make this pussy throb for me twice before I even slide my cock inside.”

  Sadie’s eyes widened, her breaths growing faster as she stared up at him. Christ, she was a sight, hair like fire spilling out over the white sheets, the dress she wore showcasing each and every mouthwatering curve. Those goddamn boots teased him within an inch of his life, and the tiny glimpse of red lace between her thighs finished him off.

  He pushed back and stood without giving in to the kiss they both obviously wanted, working on the buttons of his shirt. “Strip for me,” he managed through a throat made up entirely of gravel.

  There’d been so much fire between them, he needed to know she was in this without a doubt. Even though she’d said yes to Cole bringing her to his room, he wanted to be absolutely certain she still wanted this.

  Without pause, she sat up, gripped the hem of her dress, and tore it over her head in one fluid motion. And then, wearing nothing but those tiny, red lace panties and matching bra, she leaned back on her arms, presenting herself to him on the bed in which he’d fantasized about her, stroking himself to thoughts of her and nothing more. Her breasts spilled out over the top of her low-cut bra, the dusky edges of her nipples peeking out to tease, and he couldn’t wait another second before he got a taste.

  “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” He braced his hands on either side of her hips and engulfed one peaked nipple into his mouth, lace and all.

  Gasping, she threaded her fingers through his hair and took him with her as she fell back against the bed, his name another groan on her lips.

  “Told you.” He peeled down the cup of her bra before swiping his tongue over the puckered tip and sucking it deep.

  “You told me you’d make me come twice,” she said as she squirmed against him. “Believe me, it hasn’t happened yet.”

  Slowly, with purpose, he lifted his eyes to her as he swiped his tongue over her nipple, then drew back and blew against it. He refused to smile as she shuddered in response, lifting up her hips as if seeking friction. “I should hope not. I haven’t even touched your pussy yet.”

  She huffed out a breath when he kept the strokes of his cock light against her. “Yeah, I noticed. Performance anxiety?” she asked with mock concern.

  If he weren’t so impressed by her acting ability, he would’ve laughed at her ridiculous statement. There was no denying his very obvious erection nestled in the warm valley between her thighs. No denying how she continued to attempt to work herself against it, either.

  “I don’t suppose you have a ball gag anywhere around here, do you?”

  She breathed out a laugh, her eyes flickering in surprise and something else—delight?—as she shoved at his chest. “No ball gags,” she said firmly, brooking no argument. “Because Lord knows you’d never stop runnin’ your mouth even if you robbed me of the ability to use mine.”

  Well, she had him there. After seeing her nearly naked, watching how she responded to him before he’d even really, truly begun, there was no way he could keep quiet while he savored her. And he intended to spend the entire night savoring every single inch.

  Instead of revealing that, he raised an eyebrow and slid down her body, brushing his lips against her petal-soft skin along the way. “Guess I’ll have to find another way to shut you up, then.”

  “I’m not sure how you’re gonna do that,” she said as he peeled her panties down her legs and feasted on the sight of her, so pink and glistening. Mouthwatering. Perfect. “Especially when you’re so infuriatin’ that I have to keep—”

  At the first swipe of his tongue against her, she broke off as her moan tore through the room. Fuck, he knew she’d be sweet. Knew he wouldn’t be able to get enough of her once he had his first taste, but he’d have to figure that shit out because they were destined only a single night. He was hard as a rock, his erection throbbing and angry, demanding release as he flicked his tongue against Sadie and slid two fingers inside the heaven he couldn’t wait to feel surrounding his cock.

  She groaned and arched against his mouth, grinding her clit harder as she gripped his hair and held him tightly to her. He doubled down, pride swelling in his chest that she was already so close when he hadn’t even really gotten started. Increasing his pressure and speed, he didn’t let up until her pussy fluttered around his fingers.

  “Let me hear it,” he murmured against her, teasing his lower lip over her swollen clit.

  “Shut—”

  Sucking her hard into his mouth, he reveled in her surprised gasp and how her body responded to him. He didn’t bother to suppress his satisfied smirk as she arched up and came around his fingers, his name a long, low moan falling from her lips.

  Collapsing back on the bed, she loosened her fingers in his hair and massaged his scalp as if in apology for her rough handling. As if she’d forgotten herself for a moment and had gotten wrapped up in sensations, too lost in what he was provoking in her to pay attention to niceties.

  He liked that far more than he should’ve, but he’d be lying if he said that wasn’t exactly how he wanted her tonight. Ragged and wild and frenzied. Everything she’d managed to stoke in him without even trying. Everything he’d never allow to show.

  He placed a single kiss to her clit and another on the inside of her thigh before he climbed up her body. Braced on his hands above her, he stared down into her face, cataloging the rise and fall of her chest, the flush to her cheeks, the desire swimming in her eyes, and tried to tamp down the satisfaction flooding his body.

  “What’s that look for?” she asked, narrowing her eyes as she poked a finger into his chest. “I could’ve sworn you promised me two.”

  Unaware he’d been smiling, he wiped it clean off his face and nodded slowly. “I do seem to recall that, yes.”

  “I can always help you out if you don’t think you’ll be able to hold up your end of the bargain.” She slid her hand over her breast and down her stomach, her intent clear.

  Settling on his side next to her, he brushed her hand away before she could reach her destination. “Next time, you can fuck yourself with your fingers, and I’ll happily watch. But tonight, this is mine.”

  She seemed to startle at his words, but as fast as the look appeared, it vanished, her eyes turning hazy as Cole cupped her.

  H
e glided his fingers between her pussy lips, groaning at the slick glide of skin on skin. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet.”

  She whimpered in response, and he couldn’t deny how pride swelled in his chest at stealing her words. Turning her incoherent, if only for a short while. With each stroke of his fingers, he studied her reactions, reveling in every sharp intake of breath, every panted gasp, every arch of her hips.

  As soon as she slid her hands up her stomach to her breasts, pulling down the other bra cup so she could play with both nipples, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth at the same time he sank two fingers inside her.

  She breathed out a moan and lifted her breast for him. “Oh—just like that. Please, don’t stop.”

  He groaned as her walls contracted around his pumping fingers, fearing he’d become addicted to this woman. To the feel of her body against his and his name on her lips. To the scent of her on his sheets and his body. To how, in her presence, he felt alive for the first time in years.

  “I’ve thought about this a hundred different ways,” he admitted into her skin, her pleasure a drug making him loose-lipped. “But even my dirty imagination didn’t do this perfect pussy justice. Can’t wait to be inside you. Can’t wait to—”

  “Cole.” She tossed her head back and whimpered toward the ceiling, rolling her hips as she came for the second time.

  He lightened the pressure of his palm against her clit as he continued to pump his fingers into her, extending her pleasure as long as possible. And as much as he’d loved hearing her cry his name once again, it had nothing on the look she pinned him with—one filled with desperation and need. With desire and want and an urgency he wholly and completely reciprocated.

  For half a second, he considered telling her to strip the rest of the way, but the sight of her there, her tits spilling out over the top of her bra and the black leather of her boots so stark against the creaminess of her skin, would fuel his fantasies for the foreseeable future. He had no intention of robbing himself of that, especially considering this might be—needed to be—his only night with her.

  Standing, he shrugged out of his shirt and tossed it aside before ridding himself of his suit pants and boxer briefs. He’d waited long enough to be inside her—years, if you wanted to get right down to the truth. He didn’t intend to wait a second more.

  After sheathing himself with a condom from his wallet, he gripped her thighs and yanked her to the edge of the bed until her ass hung just off the side. “I think you owe me a couple more.”

  “Orgasms?” she asked incredulously. “You’re good with your hands and mouth, I’ll give you that. But makin’ me come durin’ sex takes a lot more than just a big dick.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “You think I have a big dick? That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He swiped his cock through the slickness of her pussy, taunting them both.

  “It wasn’t a compliment. Merely an observation. You’ve got average beat by a few inches. Can’t argue with facts,” she said, her breath stuttering when he flicked the head of his cock across her clit.

  “I see. And what about the part where you said I’m good with my hands and mouth?”

  “I— Well—”

  “Speechless,” he said, shaking his head. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging the heels of her boots into his ass. “Were you plannin’ on talkin’ me to orgasm? If so, you might wanna reconsider your approach.”

  “Oh, firecracker, I think we both know just how much you love my approach.” He slid his cock through her slick pussy lips, barely holding back a groan at the easy glide her wetness provided. “I told you I’d make this pussy throb for me, didn’t I? And I was right. Just never knew how wet I could get it. Had no idea you’d soak my cock.”

  She parted her lips, no doubt to mouth off, but he took that opportunity to slide inside her, the tightness nearly robbing him of breath. His eyes rolled back as he got lost in the heaven between her legs, and he wasn’t even fully seated yet.

  Remembering himself and that he didn’t want to miss a second of her reactions, he glanced down at her, their gazes connecting as he continued slowly filling her. Her eyes widened with each inch he slid inside, her nails biting into his forearms as her mouth fell open in a silent plea.

  “Christ, Sadie.”

  As soon as his hips sat flush against hers, he realized his error. Not only was one night not going to be nearly enough, but if he lasted long enough to get her off, he deserved a fucking medal. As it was, he’d be lucky if he didn’t explode after ten strokes.

  She exhaled his name, her fingers curling around his neck as she tugged him down to her, her lips hungry and demanding. He kissed her, thankful for the chance to get himself together. Except there was no getting himself together when it came to Sadie. Everything she did drove him out of his mind, including kissing. Especially when she started rocking her hips up toward him, grinding her clit against the base of his cock.

  With a groan, he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, plunging inside her over and over again. The movement was so jarring, they merely rested their opened mouths against each other, exchanging breaths and moans, as he drove them both toward ecstasy.

  Desperate to feel her come around him, he gripped her leg and hiked it up over his hip, grinding hard against her on each downstroke. Her breaths came faster, her fingers tightening against him right along with her pussy.

  “I—” As soon as she sobbed out a breath, her eyes locked on him as she squeezed his cock, he finally allowed himself to let go, at her mercy as she dragged him over the edge.

  In more ways than one.

  Chapter Eight

  Cole never should have slept with Sadie. Not because it hadn’t been amazing, and not because it wasn’t the best sex of his life, but rather because now he couldn’t seem to go more than an hour without thinking about her and recalling exactly what it felt like to be surrounded by all that heaven. Hadn’t been able to go a day without seeking her out. Without settling himself between those thighs and sinking deep.

  Of course, it didn’t help that they were practically living together, considering his temporary home was the inn where she was constantly. As soon as he stepped foot through the front door, his gaze was drawn to her like a magnet. The only thing that gave him a bit of solace was that her eyes inevitably sought him as well. And the time between when he arrived at the end of a long day and when she was able to break away from the front desk was like the longest foreplay session ever. He’d taken to camping out in the main room and working on client files there. At least, when he wasn’t busy eye-fucking her as he’d been known to do.

  Each encounter they had was better than the last, though he didn’t know how that was possible. He also didn’t know how it was possible that she’d managed to break through every wall he’d erected for himself after his divorce. She’d torn them down with her wit and her sharp tongue, and he hadn’t even known what hit him. Worse, it’d been little more than two weeks since the photo shoot that had started him on the path to madness.

  He used to spend his days and nights working. Getting what his clients needed was his life. What he’d dedicated himself to. In recent months, it had begun to feel empty, but since Sadie, it was something else entirely. Not only had he been brainstorming ways he could negotiate to get her family antiques back from his former client—something he’d never before even considered—but he counted down the minutes until he could leave at the end of the day just to see her.

  He was contemplating whether he could justify sneaking out early if he planned to sit in the main area of the inn and do some more work when his phone rang, the call patched through from his office manager. Without an announcement of who it was, that meant it was either his sister or his mom, neither of whom called him often at work.

  “Hello?”

  “Oh good, honey. I’m so glad I caught
you.”

  Cole leaned back in his chair and swiveled from side to side, welcoming this distraction. “Hey, Momma. Everything okay?”

  Charlotte Donovan might be a fully grown woman who could take care of herself—she’d proven that as she’d raised two kids on her own—but he couldn’t help himself from asking, especially when she didn’t usually call the office.

  She tutted on the other line, and the smile in her voice rang through when she said, “You’re sweet. I’m just fine. But…”

  The long pause had his hackles rising, and he sat up in his seat, bracing his forearms on the desk. “What’s wrong? Is it Carly? Whitney?”

  “No, no…your sister and niece are just fine. I didn’t mean to worry you.”

  “Well, hell, Momma. Just tell me what you need to say before you give me a heart attack.”

  She blew out a long sigh. “It’s Maryann’s girl, Jemma. You remember her? She’s a few years older than you.”

  Considering his hometown was as small as Havenbrook, yeah, he knew her. Just like he knew pretty much every other resident there. Knew her bully of a husband too.

  “Yeah, I remember. What’s goin’ on?”

  “She’s been… Well, she’s been havin’ some troubles with her husband, Darryl.”

  His gut tightened over how his momma said the words—careful and slow like molasses—and he grabbed a pen and the legal pad he kept on his desk, ready to jot down any notes. “All these pauses are killin’ me, Momma. Just come out and say it. What kind of troubles?”

  “She finally pressed charges against him.”

  Cole blew out a breath and tightened his grip on the pen as memories of the too-close-for-comfort brush his sister had had with just such an asshole bombarded him. “What does she need?” he asked without hesitation.