“Shush.” She laughed as she finally freed herself and chucked them across the room.
A laugh in his throat, he didn’t hesitate. Sliding up the skirt, he cupped her bare ass, her bare breast pressing against his shirt. He nipped a kiss and murmured, “Much better.”
“Almost,” she whispered as she tugged at his shirt.
He tried to tug the button-up over his head, but it had zero stretch. Finally, he stepped back and ripped the buttons open, waggling his eyebrows at her, and Trace tipped back against the wall, unable to contain the laugh.
He grinned and came back to her, covering her breast with his palm as he kissed her again, harder, longer, and her laugh faded as arousal took over.
Mouth never leaving hers, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom.
She tugged him closer, hooked her hands in his waistband and worked on the top button, lowering the zipper as quickly as she could manage.
His jeans fell to his ankles. She wrapped her hands around his hips and he pressed tight against her, the hard ridge of him pressing into her. Definitely better, skin against skin, the wall cool against her backside.
Distracted, breathless as he kissed her, licked her, she slipped the condom from his hand and reached between them. Fumbling as she tried to move quicker than physics would allow, she finally opened it and was lucky it didn’t go flying out of the package and onto the floor.
He hissed as her hands worked over him, grasping as she sheathed him.
He braced her against the wall. Wrapping her legs around him, she held on, desperate urgency clearing her mind of everything but him.
Grinding against him, her voice was coarse, breathless as she pleaded, “Now.”
He adjusted her against the wall and laughed. “Hang on, this is a little more athletic than I had figured. My first time.”
“What?” she hissed, shock dropping her mouth open.
He laughed against and kissed her hard. “Against the wall, I mean. Takes some leverage I hadn’t anticipated. Glad I left my shoes on.”
He wasn’t wrong. Muscles she didn’t realize she had were on fire as she held the position. “We can move to the bed,” she said as he adjusted his grip.
“No, I got it,” he growled and slid over her, testing, and thrust into her.
Breath rushed from her lungs. Heat jolted through her, melting into her veins as she took him inside her until he was buried completely.
Lips parted, shock and thrill in his expression, his gaze moved from her mouth to her eyes. Connected, he moved in her. Faster, desperate, they clung to each other. Sensation rose fast, her breath coming too fast to control.
Record time, or so it seemed, and he cussed and growled and she gripped and panted, both sweaty and breathless as he lowered her slowly to the floor.
He tipped his head against her neck, smiling and kissing her so damn sweetly, she tipped her head against the wall and couldn’t have shaken her grin if she tried. And she absolutely did not.
“That was fast. Sorry. I was afraid my shoulder was going to go out, which, apparently, is a good motivator to finish quickly,” he said as he eased to stand taller. “Aside from other, uh, physiologic responses resulting in a very expedient conclusion.”
“There are no complaints on my end,” she said, leaning in and kissing him playfully, loving the humor in his eyes. “If we’re going to add that into regular rotation, positionally speaking, I’m going to need to tweak my workouts a bit.”
He backed up and hiked his jeans up, then turned toward the bathroom. “We’ll have to keep practicing until we get it right. I mean, I got a little too excited, missed my target, and went for the nearest wall instead of the door.”
“You should message your physical therapist and ask if they have any tips on preventing shoulder injury for this particular part of your routine.”
Cole’s grin did her in. Mouth still open from the broad smile, he chewed the edge of his tongue and shook his head at her before retreating to the bathroom.
Trace adjusted her boobs back into her bra and slid the dress strap back up. Satin was problematic. Wrinkled and rumpled at best, she looked like she’d just done it against the wall.
Cole came out of the bathroom and saw her laughing at her reflection. “Shit. Sorry,” he winced, fastening his jeans as he stood in the doorway. Shirtless.
“I hope you brought a spare shirt,” she said, glancing back to the wrinkled article on the floor.
Trace ditched the dress and dug into her suitcase, pulling out the stretchy cotton skirt and t-shirt.
