CORA

“Which bed are you sleeping on?” I ask as I come out of the bathroom. I’d washed my face, brushed my teeth, put on a nightgown that’s admittedly much sexier than the ones I usually wear, and now I just want to go to bed and forget the past few days ever existed.

TK pulls his shirt over his head and shrugs. “Depends. Which one are you sleeping on?”

I point to the one closest to the bathroom, then pull back the blankets and slide under them. My eyes are only closed for a second when I hear the rustle of fabric, then something hit the floor.

He didn’t.

I peek through a slit eye and realize that he did. TK had just dropped his pants in the middle of the floor and was stalking toward me in all his naked glory. I’m about to protest, but he moves to the bed I’m in and pulls back the covers on the other side.

“Excuse me! I’m sleeping in this one.”

Sliding his legs beneath the blanket, he covers himself up to his waist and turns to face me, propping his head up with his hand, giving me a shit-eating grin. “I know.”

My belly dips. “Get out!”

He sticks out his tongue and glides it across his lips while staring down at me. “Kiss me.”

Oh, he is exasperating!

“No, TK. Get out of my bed.”

“I will if you can kiss me and tell me that you still want me to sleep over there.”

I glare at him, my anger only a farce at this point, because my eyes drop to his lips.

They’re so full and soft, and I will never forget the way they had felt on every part of my body.

Fucking hell, Cora. Are you really going to do this?

“I really fucking want you to kiss me, Cora. I want to fucking bury myself so deep inside you, we won’t know where you start and I end. But after everything I’ve learned tonight, I need you to make the first move.”

I don’t have far to go to press my lips to his. Slowly, I lift my head from the pillow and roll onto my side, using my elbow to hold my weight so I can lean up and kiss him.

The instant our lips touch, he smiles against mine. Fucker.

Gripping my waist, he pulls me on top of him. I’m leaning over him now, relishing in the way his lips devour me, heart and soul, ripping me out of my body and rocketing me off to a heavenly plane clinging to him, desperate to take him with me.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so soft.”

Fat, mouthy bartender.

The words swim through my brain in TK’s voice, but his hand is slipping the strap of my nightgown down, allowing my breast to fall free from the thin material. He pulls his mouth away and looks down, his thumb coming up to glide over it before looking back up at me.

“You’re beautiful.”

And I melt. My body, my icy soul, as well as the anger I’d felt at his actions since the day I met him.

His hand cups the back of my neck and he pulls me closer, his lips slow and gentle against mine. His thumb continues to rub across my nipple, and I moan as the sensation sends zings of pleasure rocketing to my core.

The last time we had sex, it’d been hard and fast, but this time is different. He’s making a statement, taking his time. And he might not know it, but he’s making me fall for him just a little bit more.

Time stands still as we kiss. Our fingers explore each other's bodies, our hearts beating in tandem inside our heaving chests.

There have been others besides Big Dick, a couple of them even good. But none of them had ever made me feel the way TK feels beneath me right now. His touch feels like worship, and his whispered words are like a prayer.

“Ride me, baby.”

Fat, mou—

The memory doesn’t even get a chance to play out before he arranges my legs on either side of his hips. “I see you overthinking, Cora. Stop that shit right now.” He grinds his hips up, his cock gliding through the wetness between my legs. “You feel that?”

I bite my lip and stare at him, unable to speak.

“That’s because I’m fucking crazy about you. And this silky fucking nighty is about to be the goddamn death of me.”

I let his words sear into my heart.

“Please,” he whispers.

My body quivers with need, and even though it takes some effort, I shove that nasty memory aside.

With one hand between us, I roll on the condom he hands me, and gently settle myself down over his length. The moan that escapes my lips is only drowned out by his.

“Fuck, baby. I feel like you were fucking made for me.”

I roll my hips and stare down at him. His cheeks are pink and ruddy, and his nostrils flare as he leans up and kisses me.

Together we move, and I feel him everywhere—under me, inside of me, around me—and still, it’s not enough.

“Jonas,” I moan.

“Fuck, Cora. I—”

Then suddenly, he’s pushing me off of him and sliding down between my legs, putting my pussy just above his face.

I instantly feel insecure. I’m too big for this. I probably weigh as much as he does.

“Grab the headboard, baby.”

He licks along my crease to my nub.

“I’m too—”

He sucks my clit between his lips, flicking it wildly with his tongue, causing me to cry out. Not able to hold myself up, I do as he said and grab the headboard.

“Ride my face, Cora.” It’s an order. I’ve never seen anything as sexy as him below me, his lips just inches from my aching pussy.

“I’ll squish you,” I say, totally mortified to admit that.

He squeezes my hips. “Squish me, fucking suffocate me, and I’ll die a happy man. But for the love of God, get out of your head and feed me this sweet pussy.”

I gape down at him, and the dare in his eyes is clear.

Gripping the headboard, I toss my head back, rolling and rocking against his mouth. He pants and grunts, and I continue to move, reveling in the feel of his beard on my tender flesh, while his tongue builds the burn between my legs.

When I come apart, he laps up my pleasure like it’s the nectar from a peach.

“God, Jonas…” Lights explode behind my eyelids. My heart’s beating so fast, I fear it’ll gallop right out of my chest.

His tongue disappears, and I’m still catching my breath when he presses soft, gentle kisses along my crease, my clit, and between my inner thighs.

Sliding up from underneath me, he flips me over onto my back in one swift move.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Cupping my breast, he leans down and laps at my nipple as he thrusts back inside of me.

This time, it’s not slow or gentle, which is fine. This is what I want.

He takes me hard and fast, riding me this time. His hips roll in a way I’ve never seen, filling me, hitting the right spot again and again.

“God, Cora. Fucking perfect.”

His hips lose their rhythm, and his body trembles beneath my fingertips. Then, with one deep thrust, he pauses, his length buried deep, tipping us both over the edge.

Minutes pass as we lie there, our breathing ragged, and our skin covered in sweat.

TK presses a tender kiss to my lips. “You can say a lot of things about the two of us, but you can never say what we do to each other is a mistake.” He grins. “And I’m sleeping in this fucking bed.”