Going for Four: Counting on Love, Book 4 (17 page)

Finally the front desk attendant handed over key cards and Cody headed for the elevators.

She almost had to jog to keep up with him.

That made her want to laugh with joy. Cody Madsen could have any woman he wanted—had had many. But right now he was almost as eager to get upstairs to a hotel room as she was. Almost. No one could possibly be as excited as she was.

Cody punched the button for the twentieth floor, and the moment the elevator doors swished shut, Olivia turned to him. He’d done a lot of kissing her tonight so far. It was time she kissed him.

He faced her, but looked hesitant for a moment. Did he think she was changing her mind?

Then his expression turned to one of resolve. “I always do things the easy way, Liv,” he said, his voice rough. “Always. I’m not good with facing consequences or making apologies. I have almost zero experience with either thing when it comes to my relationships.”

“Co—”

“But,” he went on, “for once in my life, with you, I want to do things the hard way. I want to go in knowing there will be consequences and that I’m ready to face them. Because, babe, there’s no way in hell I will ever apologize for this.”

Chapter Six

Olivia wanted to cry. She wanted to tell him she loved him. She wanted to deny that this could be anything other than perfect.

Instead of any of those, she pulled him close and stretched onto her tiptoes. “The harder the better.”

She kissed him, absorbing his groan, relishing the feel of his hands gripping her hips and pulling her against him, the hunger in his kiss. She meant it. Yes, this was going to be complicated. They might both have a few regrets. But there was no stopping this now.

The kiss was as hot as the ones before, but sweeter, not as frenzied, not as desperate. This kiss said they were both here, now, in this moment for better or worse.

The elevator arrived at their floor and they reluctantly parted. The suite was at the end of a long hallway, and they hurried toward the door without talking.

She’d worn the peach-colored dress Amanda had initially approved. It had made her feel feminine versus seriously sexy, and that had been, she’d assumed, perfect for meeting her ninety-eight percent match. She’d had no intentions of having this dress end up on a bedroom floor tonight.

How wrong she’d been.

As Cody fumbled with the key card, Olivia slipped her heels off.

Cody was dressed up again too, though had left the tie at home. Still, it was obvious that he’d approached tonight’s date seriously, and suddenly Olivia was hit with a wave of jealousy. Another woman might notice how good he looked—okay, she
would
notice how good he looked—but she wouldn’t
appreciate
how good he looked. Only Olivia knew how much he hated dress shirts.

Finally the door swung open. She started to step forward, but Cody turned and picked her up, putting her over his shoulder.

She giggled even as her blood heated. It was a very caveman move and she loved it.

He kicked the door shut behind them, then turned to face it, pulling her down the front of his body, every inch of her sliding against every inch of him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, hanging on, memorizing the feel of his hard body against her.

“I’ve imagined this so many fucking times,” Cody muttered. “I can’t make it one more step.”

“
Good
.” She started unbuttoning his shirt as he reached for the zipper on the back of her dress.

He let her feet touch the floor so he could push her dress off before going for the front closure to her bra. “I have to have you now.”

Her nipples beaded from his words and the heat in his gaze as her bra fell away.

Cody groaned. “I’ll do anything you want. Give you anything. However you want it.”

Oh, that was a long menu. She knew it would shock him. She couldn’t wait. Then he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor. Okay, she could wait a little bit.

She might be a technical virgin, but she was very aware what the ache between her legs meant and how to relieve it.

“You,” she simply. “That’s all I want.”

He toed off his shoes, yanked off his socks and kicked out of his pants.

Then they were down to their underwear only.

“Those are in my way,” he said, eyeing the silky, peach-colored panties she wore.

She’d completely forgotten about undressing as he slid his boxers off and reached into his pants pocket for a condom.

He’d seen her naked, but she’d never seen him before.

And wow, what a view. She needed a minute.

He was big and thick and hard. Very hard. And big. And thick.

She licked her lips. She wanted to taste him, feel him against her tongue, make him moan as she sucked…

“Liv.” Cody’s groan pulled her gaze to his.

“What?”

“That look on your face is going to make this go even faster.”

She grinned and hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties. “Can’t help it.”

But she had no more time to appreciate the view. As her panties dropped to the floor, he pressed her up against the door, kissing her like he’d never get enough. His hands were all over her—at her hips, her waist, down the outside of her thighs, over her ribs, cupping her breasts. He teased her nipples, plucking and squeezing, and she felt the sparks streak from there to her clit, the ache between her legs building rapidly.

He let go of her only long enough to sheath himself with a condom. Then his big hands were back on her, touching everywhere at once, it seemed.

Olivia could only hang on.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he lifted her against the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist, the tip of his cock sliding between her hot folds. She was ready for him. So ready.

“God, Liv. I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this.”

She knew what he meant. “Me too.”

He pressed forward, sliding a few inches in. It was the closest she’d ever been to anyone, and the fact that it was Cody made tears well up.

This was how it was supposed to be. Someone who cared about her, someone she loved and totally trusted.

Cody stopped, panting. “Damn, you’re so tight.”

He gritted his teeth, like he was trying for restraint, and pressed again.

Olivia’s body adjusted slowly, taking him in. The stretching wasn’t entirely new, but the heat and friction of real human flesh—even inside latex—versus plastic made her catch her breath.

It was a snug fit but her muscles softened, the wet heat letting him sink further and further.

It didn’t hurt. There was an ache, but it was more an ache of
need
than of pain. An ache like hunger or thirst.

She tried to move, knowing that he had to be deeper to touch the place she most needed him, but pinned to the door with her legs around his hips, she was at his mercy.

“So good,” he said tightly. “You’re squeezing me so good. You feel so fucking good.” He pulled out and pressed in again. It was a few centimeters at best, but he groaned. “I want you to feel every inch. Take me, Liv.”

The sexy crooning made her squirm, wanting to press closer, or pull him deeper, or something.

She wanted to. She wanted all of him. “Cody,” she gasped.

“You’re killing me.” He thrust again. “I want all of you. I want you screaming my name, begging me to take you. I want you losing your mind as I touch every hot, wet inch inside you.”

The dirty talk definitely worked. She felt a swirl of desire twist through her pelvis, her inner muscles clamping down on him.

He groaned. “I need all in.” He turned swiftly, her butt cradled in his hands. Without losing contact, he lowered them both to the floor.

Olivia was on her back, but he knelt between her legs, his hands still under her butt and her hips off the floor.

“Open up, sweetheart. Let me in.”

She unlocked her ankles from behind him and Cody spread her thighs wide, resting her legs on his upper thighs. He looked down at where they were joined as he pressed in, pulled out and pressed in again, sinking deeper.

“Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he said gruffly. He lifted his gaze to hers. “Perfect.”

Then he thrust into her, burying himself deep.

The plunge pulled a cry from her, but it was more surprise than anything. It didn’t hurt. Exactly. She felt so…full. And spread so wide.

Then he pulled out, the drag against her inner walls delicious, making her moan. When he drove in again, it was even deeper and he hit
that spot
. The one that made pleasure streak through her body.

Her fingers curled into the carpet on either side. She couldn’t reach to touch him where he was kneeling tall between her knees. She did, however, have a fantastic view of his chest and abs clenching as he thrust, the light trail of hair leading to where they were joined. She could also see where he was driving in and out of her. The sight alone was enough to make her hotter and wetter. She whimpered softly as he hit that magical spot again and again.

Then he reached out and dragged his thumb over her clit.

“Cody,” she moaned.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, Liv, but I swear this is the most gorgeous sight—you spread out, taking me over and over, all mine.” He thrust deep. “All mine,” he repeated huskily.

The voice—that ragged, raspy voice—and the word
mine
were enough to pull another moan from her, and she felt her entire lower body tightening and clenching.

“More,” she begged softly.

“Anything, Liv,” he said. “Anything.”

“Harder. Deeper.” She wasn’t sure, actually. Her head thrashed against the floor. She’d had orgasms. She knew how this worked. She could make herself come quickly, actually—often thinking of the man who was now between her legs. For some reason, though, this climb was slow. When she was alone she could focus completely on hitting the right spots, staying there, letting it build up and sweep over her. Now there was almost too much stimulation, too much going on. The glorious sight of Cody’s naked body, the feel of him filling her up, the dirty talk, the—everything. It was too much.

Cody took the
harder
and
deeper
to heart though. He spread her knees apart even further, and his thrusts increased in depth and speed.

It was all so good. Olivia put her head back, closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her.

She felt him everywhere, and he continued to thrust hard and fast until he seemed to almost swell inside her.

“Liv, Liv,” he panted. Then he shouted, “Yes!”

He paused, seemingly frozen in place, buried deep. She felt the heat increase between them and her eyes flew open. His expression was one of pure bliss, his eyes shut, his mouth open as he pulled in deep breaths.

Finally, he fell forward, catching himself on his hands on either side of her. He leaned in and captured her lips with a tender kiss, and she put her arms around his neck, kissing him back with all of the things she felt for him and the sheer joy of finally having this with him.

He let himself down on his side next to her and pulled her in close. She turned in to him, hugging him close. “Thank you,” she said, kissing his chest. “Thank you, thank you.”

He chuckled, running his hand up and down her back. “Unbelievable. I should have known it would be.”

She snuggled close, her cheek against his chest. In this position, she was facing his flaccid, condomless cock. She wasn’t sure how he’d taken care of the condom so quickly and easily and didn’t want to think about how it was as if he’d done it a lot.

It was still big. And long. And she again had the urge to take him in her mouth.

She wanted to explore his whole body. She wanted to just stare at him.

Cody was in amazing shape. Firefighting demanded it, as did football. His regular workouts for both showed in the perfect definition of his shoulders, chest, abs, butt and thighs. She didn’t know where to touch him first.

She rubbed her hand back and forth over his hard abs from one side to the other. The muscles jumped under her touch. She could trace the contours, and she felt heat and pressure start to build between her legs from even that much touching. She changed directions then, moving up and down, inching closer to his cock.

“Liv.”

His voice rumbled in his chest under her cheek.

“What?”

“What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the view.”

She ran her hand lower, over the head of his cock.

He sucked in a quick breath. “Liv.”

“Let me touch you,” she said without lifting her head.

He didn’t say anything or move. She wondered if he was holding his breath. Just in case, she didn’t waste any time in running her hand over his length. The flesh swelled under her hand. She smiled. She loved the feeling of power that coursed through her. He wanted her.

She dragged her hand up and down again, then curled her fingers around his girth.