Cobb by Maryann Jordan
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Cobb straightened his back at her words. He’d sat at the table, continuing to pore over the information while she was taking a shower, but the whole time all he could think about was how much he wanted to be with her. And now, she’d twisted things around in her mind to think that he only cared about her as part of his job.
His gaze swept over her, from her bare toes to her camisole that did nothing to hide that she was braless. Her wet hair appeared darker than normal, making her face appear even paler. So beautiful. “Josie, you didn’t let me finish.”
Her mouth snapped shut, and her blue eyes blinked, still staring at him.
He stood and walked directly to her, reaching out to take her hand. “Yes, this is my job. But you’re more than a mission to me.”
She stared up at him, her eyes wide, her body not moving. In fact, he wasn’t sure she was breathing. “I know it seems fast, but what I feel for you is real.” The air rushed from her lungs audibly, and her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip, making it difficult to focus on anything other than her mouth.
She tilted her head slightly to the side, and her fingers flexed against his. “You said you’d never become involved with someone on a mission before.”
“It’s the truth. Never fallen for a mission before. And never had sex on a mission. I’ve always been about the job. I’ve always been about professionalism. I’ve never experienced anything personal while working until meeting you.”
Her hand shifted in his, and at first, he thought she was trying to break the hold. He instantly loosened his fingers, regretting the loss but respecting her wishes. To his surprise and pleasure, she was simply shifting her hand so that she could link fingers with his.
He glanced down as he so often did when they were close together, marveling at the difference between them. His large, tanned hand with callused fingertips holding her pale, soft hands. Different and yet so perfectly balanced together.
Lifting his gaze, he was surprised to see that she was also staring at their linked fingers. “What are you thinking?”
Her lips curved gently, and she replied, “I was just thinking that we seemed to fit so perfectly together.”
The iron band that had wrapped around his heart, fearful that she might not feel the same, loosened, allowing his heart to pound with joy.
Still smiling, she said, “I feel the same about you, Jorge. I wasn’t sure if it was the rescuee falling for the hero or if it was all something I felt alone.”
He stepped closer, bending to whisper into her ear. “I don’t mind being your hero, babe, but this is not a one-sided rescue. As smart and capable as you are, you’re right here with me.”
She placed her free hand on his arm, gliding it up to his shoulder. “I’m sorry I walked out on you earlier.”
“No apologies, Josie. This is a lot on you, and you needed some time to think.”
“Thank you for understanding that.”
He hesitated, his body desiring nothing more than to pull her flush against him, giving in to his desire. But now, more than ever, he needed her to make the move. What happened between them needed to be on her time, her decision.
Her lips continued to curve until her smile was wide and her blue eyes twinkled. She lifted on her toes, her hand going from his shoulder toward the back of his head where she put a little pressure to bend him closer.
He met her smile with one of his own and closed the distance. Her mouth landed on his, and as her tongue swept inside, gliding over his, he could’ve sworn sparks darted about the room. Still linking fingers with one hand, he banded his other arm around her waist and lifted, thrilled when she wrapped her legs around his waist. The heat of her core through her thin pajama bottoms seared straight to his cock.
Still not wanting to take anything for granted, his lips left her mouth and kissed along her jaw. Whispering, he said, “I’m not asking for promises for tomorrow that you can’t give me, but I’m letting you know that this means something to me. You mean something to me. Before we go any further, I need to know exactly what you want.”
She let go of his hand to cup his face, smoothing her palms over his stubble. “I was afraid it was only me. I was afraid that maybe this was nothing special to you, but Jorge, I promise you, I feel the same.”
He turned and walked to the bed, then stopped and waited.
“Yes, I want you,” she said. “I don’t know what tomorrow brings, either. But I know I don’t want you just for tonight. What I feel is so much deeper.” She leaned forward again and kissed him lightly. “Please, take me to bed.”
His heart leaped, knowing that future promises had not been made but also knowing that what they felt was real. Their lips met again, and rational thoughts flew from his head as his blood rushed to his cock.
She dropped her legs, but he held her easily, her feet barely dangling above the floor. With their bodies pressed tightly together, he angled his head, sealing his lips over hers. His tongue swept inside her mouth, tasting wine and the unique flavor that was Josie. Drinking her in, he was barely aware of her hands now grasping at the sides of his t-shirt, attempting to lift it from the waistband of his jeans.
With his last bit of rational thought, he wanted them both naked but didn’t want to end the kiss long enough to get their clothes off. By now, she’d managed to push his T-shirt up enough to allow her hands to glide over his abs, each trail of her fingertips sending jolts throughout his body. With his hands on her shoulders, he gently pushed her back just long enough to reach behind him, grab his shirt into his fist, and jerk it over his head and down his arms. Her eyes lit as they roamed over his torso, but like a woman who couldn’t get enough, they dropped to his crotch where his erection bulged against his jeans. She reached out to his belt buckle, her hands shaking slightly as she jerked the thick leather from the clasp. She lifted her gaze to his as the sounds of unzipping filled the room. The pressure on his cock eased slightly now that it was free from the confines of the heavy denim.
Her hand flattened on his stomach, then slid to the waistband of his boxers. He wanted her hand around his cock almost more than his next breath but gently grabbed her wrist to still her movements. She looked up in surprise, and he smiled. “Your turn.”
His fingers clutched the bottom of her camisole and he lifted it with ease, gliding the material up and over her head, past her fingertips, and tossing the garment to the side. With her breasts now free, her nipples budded from the cool air and excitement. He palmed them, feeling their weight in his hands. He circled the taut buds with his thumbs, grinning at her quick inhalation before she closed her eyes and dropped her head back, exposing her pale neck. With his hand still on her breasts, he bent and kissed along her jaw toward her ear, nibbling on the lobe before his mouth glided down to where he felt her pulse pounding underneath.
His hands left her breasts to caress downward, snagging his thumbs into the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Her hands were still clutching his waist, now more for holding upright than exploration, and he loved that he had her off-balance, wanting to give her pleasure. Squatting, he continued to slide her pants off, conveniently putting his mouth at the level of her breasts. Kissing over her chest, her fingers dug in as he latched onto one nipple, pulling it deep into his mouth.
She groaned, her hands flexing the harder he sucked. Moving between breasts, he licked and nipped until she was squirming, her legs pressed tightly together. Suddenly, she jerked, and he looked up to see her eyes pinned to him, determination written in her expression.
“Now, please. I need you now.”
Grinning, he stood and watched her head lean back as she kept her gaze on his face. He’d taken off his boots when they came into her house so it was easy to shuck his jeans and boxers, tossing his socks onto the pile of clothes next to the bed. With them both gloriously naked, he couldn’t tamp down the pride he felt as her gaze moved slowly down his body, her tongue darting out to lick her lips as she stared at his erect cock jutting out toward her.
He saw the instant she decided to drop to suck him off, but his hands snapped out and caught her underneath her arms. She looked up, an adorable crinkle between her brows. “Uh-uh, babe. Not now. Maybe later, but for now, this is about you.”
He stepped forward, moving her body backward until she sat on the edge of the bed. With her palms on the mattress, she scooted until she was completely on the bed. Laying back, she opened her legs to him and grinned while lifting her arms. “Well, all right, sailor. Show me what you’ve got. I’m all yours.”
He’d placed a few condoms in her nightstand in hopes that he would need them within easy reach. Snagging one, he ripped open the foil and sheathed himself, his cock swelling even more with her hungry eyes staring at him. Leaning forward, he placed his large hands on her knees and kissed along her thighs, the heady scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. Her skin was smooth and pale, soft as silk, and he nuzzled her neatly trimmed mound before lapping her slit. The taste on his tongue was nectar, and he dove in with little finesse, first tonguing her core before sliding his finger inside while he sucked on her clit.
Her body was a drug he’d become addicted to. For a brief second, the idea of leaving her after the mission seemed impossible, but as her fingers clutched his hair, all thoughts left other than giving her pleasure. Her nails slightly dragged over his scalp, the tiny sting shooting straight to his cock. He wanted to bury himself deep inside but knew once he entered it would be hard to hold back, therefore he needed her primed and ready.
Her hips jerked upward, and he placed one palm on her belly, holding her still as he continued to work magic with his mouth and fingers on her sex. Finding just the right spot with his finger crooked, he sucked on her clit and she cried out, her body shaking under his ministrations. The grasp on his hair tightened, but he welcomed the pain, knowing she was overtaken with pleasure.
After she rode out her release on his hand, he lapped her juices before climbing over her, settling his hips between her thighs.
Her eyes were hooded, and her smile was soft, but she lifted her hands to his shoulders. “Please, Jorge.”
With his cock at her entrance, he leaned down and kissed her lightly, mumbling against her lips. “You’ve never got to beg, baby. All I’ve got is yours.” With that, he plunged balls deep with one thrust.
She gasped, eyes wide, but her smile let him know she was right with him. He moved slowly, determined to drag out her pleasure as well as his. Leaning over, he kissed her deeply as his hips pistoned, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock. She groaned, and he swallowed the sound before a moan left his lips.
Wanting to go deeper, he sat back on his calves, dragging her body with him until her pelvis was lifted slightly over his knees. Continuing to thrust, he watched her breasts bounce and he palmed them, squeezing slightly before pinching her nipples.
“Oh, fuck, Jorge,” she groaned, her fingers clutching the sheets next to her.
“That’s the plan, babe.”
She tried to chuckle, but the sound was more of a grunt as her body was rhythmically pummeled by his.
The fire began building in his lower back, moving to his balls, and he knew he was close. With the last ounce of cognition, he slid his hand to her clit, wanting her to come again. With his thumb circling and then pressing against the engorged bud, her eyes shut tightly, and her body shook as her orgasm gripped her.
He pulled out, and ignoring the cry of protest from her, he grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach before lifting her perfect, heart-shaped ass. Plunging in from behind, he thrust deeply, the changed angle of friction intensifying the sparks. Her back bowed, and her head twisted to the side, catching his attention as she seemed to be focused on something, a smile on her face.
Following her actions, he watched their reflection in the mirror over the dresser. His heavy body bent over her delicate back, her breasts swinging rhythmically, his slick cock joining with her body. Primal. Ageless. Primitive. Timeless. Ancient. The same dance between men and women throughout the ages, throughout the cultures.
Throwing his head back, an animal roar cried out from deep within his chest as he poured his release into her, continuing to thrust until her legs slid down and he dropped forward, his body covering her back. Their panting was the only sound heard although he felt sure she could hear the pounding of his heart battling in his chest.
He pulled out gently and rolled to the side, relieving her body of his weight. Pulling her toward him, they lay facing each other, her breasts pressed against his sweat-slicked chest and their legs tangled, arms banded around each other. Sweeping the damp tendrils of hair away from her face, he left his hand on her shoulder, his thumb against her pulse point, her heartbeat racing. He pressed his lips to her forehead and left them there until her heart rate slowed against his thumb.
He pulled back just enough for his gaze to roam over her face. Clear blue eyes and a gentle smile greeted him. His heart rate may have finally slowed, but seeing her beautiful smile as she lay in his arms, he felt his heart kick in his chest. This is not just a mission. But how do I let her know I want more? And if she wants that, too, how would it work?
His thoughts must have shown on his face as he watched her smile slip and a crease settled in her brow. Not one to mince words, he said, “Baby, we need to talk.”
