“Closer,” my voice was low and husky. The anticipation was killing me.
Cole took a step forward, still not touching me.
“Come on, I need you closer,” I urged breathlessly.
Cole pressed himself up against me. I could feel his erection digging into my belly. He wrapped his arms around my back and lowered his mouth to mine.
“You say jump, I say how high,” he promised, his eyes dancing.
Holding me, he backed up until his knees hit the bed and then he pulled me down on top of him.
“You say run, I say how far,” Cole murmured, running his nose along the length of my jaw.
“You say forever, I say not long enough.” He kissed a line along the column of my throat. My heart leaped into my throat and I was suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
“Just shut up and kiss me already,” I chastised. The mushy, emotional stuff was threatening to undo me completely.
And kiss me he did. What had started as a gentle wooing became a violent possession. Cole rolled me onto my back and sank his teeth into the flesh of my shoulder as he dove his hand between my legs, his fingers finding my swollen clit.
I arched off the bed as his mouth suckled and licked my aching breasts.
He looked up before taking my nipple into his mouth. “What’s your favorite color?”
I frowned, lost in a daze of lust. Had I heard him correctly?
“Huh?”
Cole rubbed against my clit a little harder, making me groan.
“Your favorite color, what is it?”
He teased my soaked folds with his fingers, not giving me enough to satisfy the sweet, almost painful ache that was steadily building.
“Please, Cole!” I yelled, ready to pull my hair out. Or his.
“Tell me your favorite color and I’ll give you what you want,” he promised, leaning up to kiss my lips. His fingers stopped moving altogether and I wanted to die. My body was taut and ready to explode.
“Green! My favorite color is green!” I hollered and then I screamed as Cole plunged his fingers deep inside me. His hand began a punishing rhythm as he sucked on my nipple.
I was close. Oh so close.
And then he stopped again.
“What the fuck?” I demanded.
“What’s your middle name?”
I squeezed my thighs together, pushing his fingers higher up into my body. I grabbed the back of his hair and held him tightly.
“I get what you’re doing. And while I appreciate it, now. Is. Not. The. Time!” I punctuated each word on a growl, wiggling my hips and pressing my legs together, encouraging him to move his hand.
Cole bit down on my bottom lip hard enough to make me yelp. “What is your middle name, Vivian?” he asked slowly and succinctly.
I sighed and flopped back on the bed. “Rose. All right? My middle name is Rose!”
“That’s my girl,” he smiled down at me and then the questions were over. He removed his hand and felt around for the condom he must have laid there earlier. Sneaky son of a bitch.
He made quick work of putting it on and then he was between my legs. I was panting with need. Things weren’t moving quite fast enough for me. I wanted him now! Before I lost my mind!
Cole rolled us so that I was straddling him. I looked down at him and my heart wanted to burst from my chest.
He reached up and ran his hand through my hair, pulling me down. He kissed me hard.
“Fuck me, Viv. Ride my cock and make me forget there was ever anyone but you,” he snarled against my mouth.
And that’s exactly what I did.
I was experiencing a major case of déjà vu. I hadn’t even opened my eyes yet and already I was rock hard. And it had everything to do with the warm, female body sprawled out across me.
I knew I wasn’t dreaming this time. I peeked under my lashes and couldn’t help but smile. Vivian’s cheek was pressed against my chest, her mouth gaping open as she snored her cute little heart out.
Was that drool?
I sincerely hoped not.
I ran my hand down her back, running my fingers along smooth skin. I had to take a piss but I wasn’t in a rush to move.
I was perfectly happy just where I was.