“That would be great,” I say, climbing on his lap and settling in for a kiss. I figure that, if I want to take this a step further, I should be the one to make the next move. He already told me what he wanted and I need to show him we are on the same page. “Maybe we should put the girls to bed and continue this later?”
He groans, shifting lower on the couch to take in my weight and then grips the back of my head. He pulls me down, taking my mouth in a hot searing kiss before rolling his hips.
I lean back and grin at him, feeling his erection rubbing between my legs. “Batman doesn’t need a take-off countdown, does he?”
He smirks. “I’m always hard for you. He’s like a soldier, ready at all times. A goddamn fine soldier.”
I laugh and kiss his mouth one more time before climbing off him. “Let’s go herd the girls to bed. I have some plans for Batman.”
“Shit. I love your kind of dirty talk,” he flashes me a teasing smile and then reaches out and spanks me on my rear, grinning up at me. “The soldier has been anxiously waiting to play.”
I shake my head, laughing. The girls are ready and tucked in their own beds forty-five minutes later.
Cole takes my hand when we hit the hallway and pulls me inside my room. As soon as the door shuts behind us, his hands are all over me, tearing at my clothes and his lips kissing my mouth, neck, anywhere he can reach. His hands fumble with the button of my shorts while mine hurriedly undo the belt of his pants. When it’s undone, I push them down, then hook my fingers around the waistband of his black boxer shorts, and yank them down. Heat spreads inside me and my heart races as I take in his erection, his need for me. The sound of our heavy breathing fills the room and I want nothing more than to rip the shirt off his chest, press my body flush to his. His fingers push the shorts down my legs impatiently. I lift my legs and untangle the shorts from my feet, kicking them to the side. Our shirts join the pile on the floor next. We stand back staring at each other, chests heaving.
Then we’re moving forward again, pulled toward each other like two neutron stars heading for a collision. Unstoppable. Our bodies collide and everything around us explodes in a flurry of insatiable fingers and hungry lips. Breathless moans and deep groans. Something tangles around my legs and I stumble back, but Cole’s arm bands around my waist and pulls me back to him. He kisses me, drinking me in. I gasp when his hands squeeze my breasts and my mouth parts. His tongue moves past my lips and inside my mouth, tasting me. I whimper, he groans, rolling his hips with his erection trapped between us, hot and ready. He scoops me up, strides to the bed and lays me down. My flaming body hits the cool sheets and I gasp again, welcoming the cooling effect. Cole’s hard body is on mine, covering me with his heat, his mouth is on my neck, kissing and licking and nipping. Sucking as if he can’t stop himself from tasting me. His thigh probes between mine and my legs fall open, welcoming him home.
I grip his hair in my hands, arching my body, too greedy for more. I try to push him off me but he is too heavy. I gently pull the locks of hair and he moans. I tug it again and his head leaves my neck, his eyes, so dark and stormy, collide with mine. Now that half of his weight is not on me, I untangle my fingers and lift up on my elbows, then press forward until he is no longer lying on me. I give his chest a little shove. Understanding dawns in his eyes and he falls onto his back.
Sitting up, I put a hand on his chest, and the ring on my left hand glints against the room’s lighting. Taking a deep breath, I pull it off my finger, lean forward and open the night stand drawer. I lay it inside and with another deep breath, slide it shut. I turn back to focus on Cole, noticing the way his eyes soften as his eyes lower to my hand.
He doesn’t say anything, just takes my hand and kisses the faint scars on my wrist. I swing a leg over his body, straddle his thighs, and then take him in my hands. A hiss passes between his teeth, veins popping in his neck and his fingers digging into the skin on my hips.
“Fuck. I want my cock inside your *. Now.”
“Patience,” I tell him.
He lifts his hands and signs, “Fuck patience.” He grabs my waist and flips us around. I’m flat on my back in two seconds and he’s pushing inside me.
He stops and takes deep breaths. “Jesus, Nor. You are so wet and tight,” his voice is hoarse and the words heavy on his tongue. He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt. Wrapping his hands around me, he holds me to him tightly as I do the same, ramming inside me with abandon, his face buried in my neck. And I close my eyes tight, letting my emotions take over as I give myself back to Cole all over again. And when we finally come, we rise together, riding on the wave and then falling into a blissful surrender.