Edible by Ella Frank

okay to admit it now that you’re about to come, and I’m about to watch you while you do.”
    “Are you always so sure of yourself?”
    “Yes,” he replied without a moment’s hesitation. “Undo my shirt, Rachel. Stop playing this coy little game, and take what you want.”
    “Is that what you do?”
    “Play coy? Never,” he confirmed.
    Her eyes dropped to her fingers as they rapidly started undoing his shirt. “You’re very clever at twisting and playing with my words.”
    “That’s what I do. My job requires me to twist words and to know when someone is trying to bullshit me.”
    When she reached the final button, she pulled his shirt apart, biting her bottom lip between her teeth. Seeing him was such a sinful shock. Being this close to him, she couldn’t stop herself from staring, but now wasn’t the time to look. It was time to act.
    Placing her hands on his stomach, she smoothed her palms up his body until she reached the small metal bars. “And that’s what you think I’m doing—bullshitting you?”
    His jaw flexed as she ran her fingers over his nipples.
    “I think you’re confused.”
    Fixing her eyes on his, she pinched one of the nipples she was playing with. “Oh? And what am I confused about?”
    Lowering his head, Cole warned her, “Be careful with what you’re doing there. Do you really think that hurts or bothers me? If you twist it a little harder, you might not like my reaction.”
    “You told me to,” she pointed out.
    “That’s right, Rachel. I told you to do it. I allowed you to touch me, didn’t I?”
    As what he was saying sank in, her frustration and annoyance caught up with her, and she twisted his nipple harder. Instantly, he crowded in, standing against her so close that her hands were pressed between his bare chest and her breasts. His hands were still by her head, and as she looked up at him, he stared down at her with feverish eyes.
    “That wasn’t very nice. Why did you do it?”
    “You said you wouldn’t touch me,” she blurted out, feeling trapped.
    “I’m not touching you. My hands are on the wall. Your hands are actually touching me. Now, Rachel, answer me. Why did you do that?”
    “Do what?”
    “You know what. Don’t make me repeat the question again.”
    “Or what?” she asked incredulously.
    “Answer me, Rachel,” he growled.
    “I was annoyed that you tricked me. I’m frustrated!” she spat out.
    “Good. So am I,” he pointed out. “Stop playing this silly fucking game with me, and tell me what you want.”
    Rachel could feel her rapid breathing pushing her breasts against her hands and his bare chest. Licking her lips, she stood frozen. She knew what she wanted, but she couldn’t find the courage to voice it. That didn’t seem to be a problem for Cole though.
    “I only want to give you what you want, Rachel.” He rubbed his chest against her arms. “Don’t you want to get what you want?”
    Blinking up at him, Rachel parted her mouth as he lowered his head. She felt the tip of his tongue tracing her lips while he kept his hands planted by her head, still not touching her.
    “I want to do that down between your legs. Don’t you want that?”

    Cole was so fucking hard that he was surprised he hadn’t busted through the zipper on his pants. Rachel’s face was a study of hunger and longing. Her mouth parted, she looked ravenous, yet she couldn’t seem to say one damn thing.
    He could tell she was aroused because her breathing had accelerated, pushing her hands up and down more rapidly against his bare chest. He would also bet all his money on the fact that she was now wet and warm between those sexy thighs. He wanted between her thighs so badly that his cock was actually starting to hurt.
    “Have you ever been in one of these rooms, Rachel?” Cole almost laughed from the expression that crossed her face, but he didn’t want to lose the moment they were in. “You want to know a secret?” he asked, lowering his mouth to her