He's So Fine

He slid his hand around to her front, letting the tips of his fingers glide beneath the little triangle of silk.

Thankfully the waistband of her skirt had loosened even more, and with her quickening breath, it gaped at every inhale.

“Cole,” she choked out. “I need—”

“This?” His fingertips slid south.

She moaned.

And more south, until he was letting out a shaky breath of his own. The silk was drenched.

Scraping it to the side, the pads of his fingers rasped over her bare flesh now. Soft, wet, heated flesh.

She said his name again, her fingers tightening on him when he stroked her. “Oh, please,” she whispered, straining against him. “We’ve got to stop, I’m going to—”

“Come, Supergirl. I want you to come for me.”

“Oh, my God. I—” Her head fell back, her eyes at half mast, her mouth in a surprised O. Her thighs clamped his hand as if she was worried he’d do as she’d said and stop.

No chance in hell.

Leaning in closer, he kept his fingers busy with her rhythm as he took a little tour of her throat, working his way down to her collarbone. Still cupping her breast, he lifted it from the corset and sucked her into his mouth.

When she came, he surged up and ate her soft, delicious little cries with his mouth. He brought her down gently.

“Holy cow,” she breathed, finally sagging back. “I can’t believe how fast you can do that to me.” She let out a low laugh, and then shocked him by dropping to her knees and reaching for the zipper on his pants.

He caught her wrists and she tipped her head up to his, face still flushed from her orgasm. “Turnabout’s fair play,” she said softly.

The eroticism of having her on her knees, her mouth level with an erection he could have hammered nails with, was nearly enough to tip him over the edge, but he controlled himself.

Barely.

With a rough groan, he pulled her up to her feet.

“No?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. God, please, yes. “Trust me, I need to get you naked in the worst possible way. But it isn’t going to happen in my mother’s pantry. And it’s not going to happen with you in costume. I love it, but this time I want just you. No costume, nothing but Olivia beneath me.”

She stared at him, looking utterly dumbstruck.

“What?” he asked her.

“Nothing,” she whispered.

It was more than nothing, but there was little he could do to press her here in the closet. “We’ve got to get out of here. I have a feeling our time is just about up.”

And sure enough, right on cue, they heard footsteps.

“Cole?” Clare called from the kitchen. “Cole, where the hell are you? Mom wants a Cosmo, and you’re the only one who can ever make them to her satisfaction, you suck-up.”

Cole helped Olivia straighten out her skirt, though there was little he could do about the just-had-an-orgasm glow to her cheeks.

“I owe you,” she said softly, her voice low and throaty and full of promise.

“I like the sound of that,” he said, and caught her just before she escaped to give her a quick, hard kiss. “A pirate always collects on his debts.”

Fifteen minutes later, Olivia was standing at the edge of the makeshift dance floor in the courtyard, watching Cole behind the bar mixing drinks on demand, when someone tugged at her skirt.

The Lorax.

He had two fingers in his mouth and was drooling down his chin. With his other hand, he tugged on Olivia’s skirt again. “Up!”

“Uh…” Olivia looked around for Cindy. She found her not two feet over, arguing with Thing One and someone else who might or might not have been the Cookie Monster.

“Up!”

“Okay, okay.” Sheesh. Were all the Donovan men demanding? Olivia obeyed the imperious command and scooped up the Lorax, looking into a pair of eyes the color of the ocean. “Hi,” she said as she felt her phone vibrate again from within her tiny gold purse.

It’d been doing so with annoying regularity tonight, a flurry of texts from her mother and sister, which she’d been ignoring.

The Lorax looked at Olivia’s wig, said “Da!” reverently, and put both fists in the red strands.

“You like the hair, huh?”

He pressed his face into it.

“Kyle’s going to be a hair man,” Cindy said, coming over to rescue her. She took her son and expertly shifted him to a hip. “You’re good with kids.”

“I’ve no idea, to be honest,” Olivia said. “I’m new to kids.”

“You’ve got the touch.”

“How do you know?”

“’Cause you picked him up without worrying about your gorgeous costume,” Cindy said. “And that just bought you the seal of approval from this mom.”

Olivia was still glowing when she went back to the bar. Cole had shoved up the sleeves of his pirate shirt past his sinewy forearms. The hat had been tossed aside, leaving just the bandana and beaded dreads, and damn.

Damn if he didn’t look hot as hell.

When her phone vibrated again, she took a quick peek at it just to make sure there wasn’t a life-or-death situation.

Jolyn had gotten right to the point.

Mom says TV Land doubled their offer. Don’t make me come up there and drag you back to LA.

Oh hell no was her sister going to come here. Except…Olivia closed her eyes. She would. For money, Jolyn would do just about anything. She’d show her face here in Lucky Harbor, smell Olivia’s happiness, and ruin it somehow.