Draw (Gentry Boys #1)(39)

“Does any of that hurt?” I asked him.

“No,” he answered and jumped down the last step, going under completely before resurfacing and shaking the water from his short hair.

I glided over to the wall and he met me there, quickly pinning me in the corner with his strong arms on either side. The heat of his body was penetrating and his eyes were fixed on my face as if there was nothing else to see anywhere. He was waiting, I knew, waiting for me to move first.

My first kiss went to his chest. His skin was hot to touch, almost feverish. I licked at the edges of his sharply defined tattoos and let my lips travel along the hard contours of his muscles as he leaned his head back, breathing hard.

He seized me with a sudden, crude urgency. I welcomed it. One arm circled my waist and hauled me close while the other traveled up my back and higher, winding into my hair and forcing my mouth against his.

He let his tongue speak the language of desire while relentlessly exploring. Cord kissed the way he did most things, with intensity. We sank down into the water together, immersed to our shoulders. His knee pushed my legs apart and I felt the whole thick length of him demanding entry into my throbbing center.

“Cord,” I moaned when he broke the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and trembled as his hands traveled all over me. The feel of the water everywhere around us increased the erotic sensation and when he began to slide my panties over my hips I nearly climaxed right then and there.

“Feel that?” he whispered as he pushed against me. He knew exactly what he was doing. The blunt, rigid tip of his dick caressed between my legs, driving me mad.

“Oh hell, yeah,” I breathed, moving in rhythm against him, straining to feel the rub against the sensitive nerves. “How could I not?”

His tongue ran down my neck. “You know what I want to do to you?”

I was going to go out of my mind in a minute. “I can guess.”

He pushed partway inside of me and chuckled. “The hell you can, Saylor. There’s things I want to do to you that you probably never even heard of.” He pumped lightly, intentionally teasing me as I bit down on my lip and struggled to stand it as his hands rolled over my breasts. His fingers slid under the fabric of my bra and his voice was thick. “It’ll be so good, honey, I swear. You’ll love every second.”

I was bucking against him, trying to push him in deeper. “I believe you. I want that so bad.” The pressure he was exerting against me was sweet agony. Everything I felt was concentrated between my legs. I was so ready I could have screamed. Cord moved his hips, corkscrewing his way in a few centimeters deeper. He was teasing me, holding back.

“Not here,” he whispered in my ear, suddenly pulling away and drawing my panties back up.

“Here,” I whimpered, arching against him, just wanting him to not stop, to never stop. “Anywhere.”

He shook his head and smiled. “No, ‘cause it’s not gonna be quick and it’s not gonna be just once.” He pulled at me. “Come on, baby. Let me show you.”

I was weak-kneed when I climbed out. Cord wrapped me in a towel and pulled me against him, kissing me hard. My mind spiraled and I thought there was no power on earth stronger than the one between two people who were on the cusp of becoming lovers. He held me tightly to his side as we walked back to his apartment.

Creed was sitting outside, smoking a cigarette and softly strumming a guitar. He looked up when we approached but seemed unsurprised at the sight of us together and merely nodded as we passed.

Cord’s bedroom was simple and neat. After switching on a table lamp he kicked the door closed, dropping his towel. Then, with a flick of his wrist, Cord impatiently dispensed with my towel and stared at me. I shivered, partly from my chilled skin, partly in anticipation over what he would do next.

“Saylor.” The sound of his voice saying my name caused me to tremble harder. Cord pulled the straps of my bra down, running his thumbs over my nipples, stimulating them with purpose. But he never took his eyes from my face. “I’d never hurt you.” When Cord said that he meant something more complicated than the way Devin had hurt me.

“I know,” I whispered, moving closer to him. “I know that, Cord.”

“Do you?” he tipped my chin up, looking at me critically. “Do you know that it isn’t about a conquest this time?”

“Yes.”

Cord pulled his shorts off, still holding my gaze. He was gorgeous; broad-shouldered, tanned and muscular with a classically chiseled face which still held a boyish vulnerability designed to melt hearts. A set of black tribal tattoos licked the sides of his torso, giving him a slightly dangerous appearance. He was also immense, rigid and erect. My insides convulsed with the desire to be battered by the hard pulse of him. Cord Gentry picked me up as if I weighed nothing and deposited me gently on the bed.

“Trust me, Say,” he whispered, easing my panties down, prompting a brief memory which I quickly shushed. This was now. Cord kissed me again then pulled back. “I’m gonna f*ck you good as you deserve and this’ll be one hell of a night. Just trust me.” He ran his hands down my thighs, lightly grazing the throbbing place between my legs which was wet and ready. “I’ve been wanting to be inside you so much. It’s been f*cking killing me.”

I twisted underneath him, wanting more and wanting it now. No guy had ever spoken to me so frankly yet so gently during intimacy. It had its own kind of raw power. “I trust you,” I said, whimpering a little and struggling not to shriek my demand. I knew his desire was as strong, maybe stronger. He was savoring the moment. I needed to let him.