Can't Slow Down (8 page)

“Coen . . .”

His hand softly traces over one of my breasts. I arch my back, trying to push my chest closer to him, needing to feel more. He takes my other nipple into his mouth, alternating between licking and sucking. A few flicks of his tongue, a hard suck, and then without a warning he blows a cool stream of air across my wet nipple. It sends instant shivers over my entire body but it’s still not enough.

“Coen, I need you,” I pant.

He sucks hard on my nipple again and squeezes my other breast hard in his strong hand, causing me to moan involuntarily and my body to quake. He releases my nipple from his mouth with a
pop.

“I’m just getting started, darlin,’ and I’m planning on enjoying my dessert, but you will enjoy it just as much. Trust me?”

My chest rises and falls rapidly as I struggle to catch my breath. His eyes are soft and shining with lust and desire as he rubs his beautiful, long, ink-covered neck awaiting my answer. I swallow hard and nod my head. A slow smile spreads across his face into a sexy-as-hell smirk.

Fuck, I love that smirk.

Coen’s eyes remain locked on mine as he reaches over to grab the canister of whipped cream. He doesn’t say a word as he shakes it; he just licks his lips ever so slowly and suggestively wiggles his eyebrows.

“Brace yourself, sweet cheeks, this is going to be cold. And make sure you hold still, or we’ll have a mess.” He winks.

I close my eyes and grip the sheets, but nothing can really prepare me for the cold, fluffy cream as it lands on my breasts. I gasp and bite my lip, but just as my body tenses, the warmth from his tongue eases the tension in my veins. He repeats it again on my other breast. The back and forth between the cold and warm has me craving his body heat even more.

He continues the delicious teasing, only now he switches to the chocolate sauce, drizzling it down my stomach and stopping just above the folds between my legs.

“Coen . . . please . . .” I beg.

“I like to savor”—he licks the long trail of chocolate sauce off painstakingly slow—“my desserts. Don’t you, Lex?”

I’m so pent up and needing a release that I don’t anticipate what comes next.

“Ohh . . . fuck . . .”

His long middle finger is inside of me in a flash. He shoves it into me hard and I close my eyes. My walls clench hard around him as I arch my back, wanting more.

“Is this what you wanted, Sweet Cheeks?” He pulls his finger out and thrusts two in this time. He pumps them in and out of me hard and fast a few times before curling them inside of me, reaching for that magic spot. My legs shake and I bite my lip. Then he stops.

“No answer. Hmm. I guess that’s a no then.”

I open my eyes as his hand leaves my body. He’s kneeling between my legs sucking my juices from his fingers.

“Best. Fucking. Dessert. Ever.” He says between licks.

“More, Coen, please,” I plead. “I need more.”

“You need more what, Lex? I want to hear you say it.”

I don’t hesitate. I’m on the edge and I can’t handle the foreplay anymore. I look him straight in those gorgeous, bright green eyes and lean forward to grip his dick in my hand. He growls before kissing me and nibbles my bottom lip. I moan and pull away.

“I need your rock hard cock throbbing deep inside of me right now before I lose my fucking mind.”

“Damn, it turns me on when you talk dirty,” he whispers in my ear, his voice a low growl.

The words are barely out of his mouth before he finally gives me what I’ve been craving. He thrusts in once, nice and slow, and stops once he’s all the way to the hilt. He rests his head in the curve of my neck, placing gentle kisses there as my walls pulse around him.

I reach my hands around him and grip his ass in my hands. I know it drives him wild when I do that. I feel him smile against my neck because he knows that I know it does.

He grabs my legs and rests them on his shoulders as he starts moving in and out of me in a steady rhythm. In and out. Fast, fast, slow. Fast, fast, slow. Over and over. The friction between us is building higher and higher, bringing me closer to the edge.

I reach down between us to rub my slick, sensitive, throbbing clit. Sounds are escaping my mouth that I’ve never heard from myself before. The squeaks and moans of my voice cracking are growing louder with each thrust.

“I can’t hold back much longer, Lex,” he says between grunts and growls. “Are you close?”

I can’t do anything but nod. I rub my clit a little harder and faster and his thrusts match my speed. He gives my tits a firm squeeze and then pinches my nipples. Suddenly I see stars as he dives deep into me one more time and holds me there, arching my back as I ride out the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had in my entire life.

I’m not sure how much times passes, but after a moment or two, he gently lowers my legs off of his shoulders, but doesn’t break our connection. He lies down beside me, with his cock still inside of my pulsing pussy.

I nuzzle my face into his neck and inhale his scent. He smells like home. He feels like home. He
is
home. My home.

“I could stay inside you forever, Lexi. You feel so fucking good. We fit together perfectly.”

We lie like this for a few more minutes. Just as I start to fall asleep, Coen places a tender kiss on my lips and slides out of me.

I think I’m falling in love with this man, but if I say anything I’m sure to scare him off. He pulls the sheets and blankets up over us and wraps me in his arms.

Strong.

Caring.

Passionate.

Beautiful.

Home.

These are the words that cross my mind with thoughts of him as we lie in each other’s arms. Sated and spent. In my hazy, tired, satisfied state, I some how get the courage to go ahead and tell him those three little words.

“Coen, I think I’m in lo—” Just before the word finishes escaping my lips, a snore comes from behind me. He’s fast asleep. Maybe now wasn’t the right time to tell him after all. It’s too soon.

I wrap his arm and the blankets around me tighter as I drift off into my own deep sleep.

THE WARMTH AND
brightness of the sunlight coming through the blinds awakens me. Lexi’s auburn hair is partially covering her face and she has her arm draped across my chest. It feels right, her being in my bed. I feel a calmness I haven’t felt in years. I’m content.

Something really clicked between us last night. When I’m with her, the world could crumble around us and I wouldn’t care. I couldn’t help but feel like she wanted to say something to me, though, but she held back.

I turn my head to check the time. It’s 8 a.m. Suddenly it dawns on me that I slept straight through the night without waking up at 3:32 a.m. No wonder I feel like I had the best sleep I’ve had in years. It’s because I really did. And it has to be because of this beautiful woman in my bed. She calms every nerve in my body, yet sets me on fire all at the same time.

I try to resist the urge to touch her, but she looks so gorgeous lying here in the sunlight beside me. Slowly, I brush a strand of hair off her cheek. She sighs and rolls onto her back, her smooth, perky tits now on display beside me. Her nipples are hard and that isn’t helping my morning wood go down at all. I reach for my phone to try and distract myself from my hard-on and pass the time until Lexi wakes up. Not long after I do, it rings.

This woman never calls at a good time.

Well look at that, hard-on instantly deflated.

“Hello, Aunt Sarah.” I speak quietly, in hopes of not waking Lexi.

“Coen, dear, why are you whispering? I can hardly hear you. Speak up!” She demands.

“Um, because it’s just after eight in the morning and my girlfriend is still trying to sleep. Not everyone wakes up with the sun, you know.”

The volume of my voice gradually escalates. I try so hard to be respectful to this woman, but I’m about one phone call away from changing my number and not telling her the new one, like Derek suggested.

“Watch your tone with me, Coen,” she warns. “I have someone coming over today that I want you to meet. Bring your
girlfriend,
too, so I can meet her. Later in the week won’t work for me. Today is best.”

She says the word “girlfriend” like she’s forcing it out. I’m sure she doesn’t believe it will last long, me having a girlfriend. Either that or she’s already made the decision not to like Lexi.

“Fine. What time?”

We might as well get this over with. I hope Lexi can handle dealing with this woman.

“Ten. Don’t be late, and lose your nasty attitude before you get here. The person I want you to meet is very special to me.”

And obviously I am not.
She hangs up the phone before I have a chance to reply. I find it so fucking annoying when someone does that. I can’t help but wonder who this guest of hers is going to be. Maybe her cranky ass finally met some idiot that is attracted to that kind of shitty attitude.

We have a couple hours before we have to be at Queen Bitch’s house to meet this surprise visitor of hers. Lexi doesn’t work until the evening shift and I don’t work on Mondays because the track is closed, so there’s no rush to get out of bed this morning.

I place my phone back on the night stand and clasp my hands together behind my head. I’m staring up at the ceiling, playing possible scenarios through my head of who this visitor is and how this day is going to go. None of them are good. I close my eyes thinking maybe I should try to go back to sleep.

Just as I start to drift off, I feel Lexi’s finger lightly tracing over one of the tattoos on my chest. I must have woken her up talking on the phone.

“Mm, good morning, beautiful. Sorry if I woke you.”

I look over at Lexi. She is lying on her side with her head propped up on her hand with a smile spread across her freckle-dusted cheeks.

“Good morning, yourself. You didn’t wake me. Why do you think you did?”

She continues to trace my tattoos and I squirm a little. It kind of tickles, but I don’t want her to stop so I don’t say anything. The black sheet is draped over her curves and the sun shining through the blinds causes an aura of light behind her, highlighting her auburn hair.

I take a deep breath and sigh.

“Aunt Sarah called. She wants us at her place at ten this morning. She wants to meet you and she has someone coming that she wants me to meet, but she didn’t tell me who it was.” I roll my eyes. “Don’t worry; we won’t be staying long if I can help it.” I lean over and kiss her forehead.

Lexi props herself up on her forearms and stares at me intently for a moment, studying my face.

“Why don’t you want to go?” She frowns.

I guess my eye roll gave it away.

“You don’t want to meet my aunt, Lex. She’s a bitter woman and she has a strong dislike for people like us.”

“What is that supposed to mean, ‘people like us’?” Her brows furrow.

I glance down between her arms at her beautiful breasts swaying there and lick my lips.

“Your tits are very distracting right now and I’m trying really hard to be serious here.” I smirk.

Lexi sits up quickly; crossing her legs underneath herself and pulling the sheet up to cover her chest, and then playfully slaps me on the arm.

“Coen.” She sighs.

Fuck, I love it when she says my name.

“Sorry.” I brush a strand of hair behind her ear and grin. “What I meant was,” I say as my grin fades, “she pretty much automatically dislikes anyone that has ink.”

“Coen, I got these tattoos for me, and no one else. And I’m sure you did the same with yours. I’m used to the sneers and dirty looks. And in case you haven’t noticed, I kinda . . . like you. A lot. So she isn’t going to scare me off, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“I kinda
like
you, too, Lex. I know you’re tough, but please remember not to take anything she says to heart. She talks down to everyone to make herself feel better.”

“Stop worrying, Coen. It will be fine.” She looks a little annoyed with me.

I kiss the top of her forehead and she smiles.

“Why don’t you go ahead and shower. I’ll go whip us up some breakfast and will get my shower after we eat.”

“I could get used to this having a man cook for me thing, ya know.” Her eyes are locked on mine as she brushes her fingertips along my jawline and gently kisses my lips.

She spins around and tosses the sheet at me as she gets out of bed. She gathers her clothes and starts to head towards the door but stops when I reply.

“You better get use to it, sweet cheeks, because I don’t think I can ever let you go.” My voice is just above a whisper as I rub the back of my neck with one hand, but I know she heard me.

She’s standing at the doorway of my bedroom, naked, holding her clothes in front of chest. Her auburn hair is still a mess from last night, and fuck me if she doesn’t look like Heaven. She slowly covers her mouth with one hand. It’s as if she wants to say something. She stares at me for a moment; her brown eyes are large and bright. Steadily, she lowers her hand from her mouth and starts to open it, but instead of saying anything she gives me a quick smile and a nod and walks out to the bathroom.