“Not yet,” she pants. “But I will be.” She runs her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer, pressing her lips against mine.
I get lost in the kiss, in the duel of my tongue with hers. I drink in the taste of her. I want to kiss every inch of her ivory skin.
Next time.
There will most certainly be a next time, and that’s when I will devour every fucking inch of her. Right now, I need to be inside her.
Again, she raises her hips, and that’s when it happens. I slide home.
Home.
I freeze.
She feels like heaven. She feels like home. It hits me like a lightning bolt—this is more for me because I’m falling in love with her.
Hell, I think I might already love her.
A moan that would put a porn star to shame falls from my lips the minute he pushes inside me.
Then he stops.
I watch as he stares down at me, a look I can’t quite describe on his face.
“Cole,” I say hesitantly.
“I won’t ever,” he replies reverently.
I run my fingers through his hair. “You’ve lost me,” I tell him.
He lowers himself so there is not one part of him that’s not touching me. “I won’t break you.”
He’s responding to what I said earlier.
Don’t break me.
His voice doesn’t waver, his statement bold and confident.
Assured.
It’s obvious that this is a declaration on his part. A promise not to break my heart. I’m at a loss for words. What do I say to that? Okay? I’m going to hold you to it? I can’t seem to find my voice as the sentiment of his words sink in. Instead, I smile softly and pull him closer for a kiss, slowly moving my lips with his, enjoying the feel of his weight against me.
When I do find my voice, the only word that comes to mind is “It.”
Cole chuckles as he slowly rocks his hips against mine.
“I’m going to have to apologize now.”
“What are you talking about?” I laugh. I’ve never been with a guy where you can be funny and serious in such an intimate situation.
“I’m not going to last, babe.” He rocks his hips again. I watch as he clenches his eyes closed.
“You can make it up to me next time.” I lean up and kiss his shoulder. He starts a steady rhythm, and I meet him stroke for stroke. “It’s . . . not going to take long,” I pant as he does this . . . swirling, thrusting thing with his hips that hits all the right spots.
“Never fucking felt like this,” he vows. He stops moving as his lips capture mine. I immediately open for him. I get lost in the kiss as his tongue stokes mine. He’s all consuming.
Breaking away from this kiss, his lips trail down my neck nipping and sucking along the way. When his warm mouth captures a nipple, I arch my back off the bed.
“More,” I plead. My hands grip his ass as I try to pull him into me. He releases my nipple with a pop and moves right over to the other, giving it equal amounts of his attention, ignoring my plea. I’m on fire. I can feel every stroke of his tongue, the touch of his fingers as they dig into my hips, his weight against me. He’s turning my body into liquid fire, lava.
“Cole,” I whimper.
He pulls back and stares down at me. His eyes, dark brown pools of desire lock on mine. “So fucking sweet,” he whispers as his lips once again descend on mine.
My heart literally skips a beat. I’m overwhelmed with emotions—fear, elation, passion and desire. All of them because of the man above me.
“Are you with me, sweets?”
“Yes,” I say, gripping his back. Holding on for the ride. One I know I’ll want to experience over and over again.
Cole locks his fingers at the top of my head, his weight resting on his elbows as enters me slowly. Each thrust of his hips is calculated and sure. His eyes never leave mine as he gives me exactly what I’ve been begging for, more of this, more of him.
Closing my eyes, I try to hide from the intensity of his stare.
“Open your eyes, Stacy. I want to watch you. I want you to watch me. I want you to remember this moment, remember who’s inside of you.”
I should have known that I couldn’t hide from him. Cole doesn’t hide he’s a “what you see is what you get” kind of guy.
“There you are,” he murmurs. Leaning down his lips softly caress mine.
“Cole.” His name is but a whisper on my lips.
“I can feel it,” he rocks his hips. “You’re close,” he sways his hips in a move that causes my entire body to tremble.
“Close,” I pant.
Cole doesn’t say anything. His eyes remain locked on mine. Resting all of his weight on one elbow the other hand cups my cheek. His eyes darken as I bite my lip; his hips jolt forward, his thrust growing faster, a constant steady rhythm that is pushing me toward the edge.
Just as my eyes are about to roll back in my head, he thrust deep and slams his lips over mine. He swallows my cries as we both fall into the abyss of pleasure that we have created.
He kisses me, his lips fused with mine until the last tremor has left our bodies, slowly he pulls his lips from mine. His eyes watch me searching my expression, looking for I don’t know what.
“Regrets?” he asks softly.