“Great, thank you for asking.”
“I bet they are great,” Simon says and I look at him, grinning wide at me. He winces when Megs smacks his arm and scolds him.
After the introductions are over, I finish up cooking, while Simon and Megs do this kind of awkward dance filled with unforgotten memories and missed opportunities. I hope Simon comes to his senses and sweeps her off her feet. They are so good for each other.
When everything is ready, I dash upstairs to freshen up, strip out of my little shorts and T-shirt, then hop in the shower. I’m out five minutes later with a towel wrapped around my hair and another one covering my body. I rush to the closet, grab a white dress and a set of black cotton panties and slip them on. I remove the towel on my head and give my hair a thorough rub. By the time I’m ready, my body has been moisturized, my hair finger-combed and curled around the ends. I turn to leave the room, but freeze in my tracks. Heat washes over my body, responding to Cole’s intense perusal. He’s leaning one shoulder on the doorframe, his arms crossed on his chest.
“How long have you been standing there?” I ask, shifting on my feet. I press my thighs together to get some friction between my legs.
He drops his arms to the sides, steps into the room and pushes the door shut with one hand, trapping me inside with him. “Long enough for me to want to bite your ass and lick it. Taste you. Eat you.”
Oh.
God.
I’m still frozen in place. He ambles closer, the look on his face so dark, hungry, needy, it defies his calm pose. My brain is yelling for me to move. Run. My body is nothing more than a mess.
He lifts his hand and cups my cheek. “You are so damn beautiful, Snowflake.” He skims his thumb lightly across my bottom lip. I pant, whimper. My tongue sneaks out, brushes along the pad of his finger. I nip the skin there just a little. He hisses. A moan rumbles in his throat. His eyes are more black than gray. A storm ready to break and destroy whatever lays in its path. I want him to destroy me, then put me back together.
He pulls his hand away only to curl his fingers on the nape of my neck, with a thumb on my throat, stroking the vein there. Then his mouth is on mine, kissing me, his tongue invading my mouth without asking for permission. His kiss is untamed, feral, starved. Brutal. I’m delirious and drunk, electrified. His free hand lifts my dress and grips my thigh. Inches up and cups me between my legs. He slides one finger inside me.
Cora’s voice seeps through the door, reality slapping me in the face. I jolt, try to break free.
“We have guests waiting for us downstairs, Cole. Someone might walk in on us.”
He blinks. “Well, you’ll just have to hurry up then.”
“Hurry—” Suddenly, the finger inside me is gone and my body is being pressed against a wall before I can finish the sentence.
Cole hooks his fingers on the band of my underwear, slides them down. I lift my legs and he pulls them the rest of the way, tossing them on the floor. He drops to his knees, pushes my dress up and buries his face between my legs. He grasps my thighs and hooks my legs over his shoulders, thrusting his tongue inside me. My hands fly out, searching for something to hold on to. I grab his hair in my fists and pull. He groans deeply, sending vibrations skittering all over my body. Cole is on a mission and just because I’m skittish about being found doesn’t make him abandon his task. He pushes a finger inside me, then another while his talented tongue continues to lick me, burn me, and consume me whole. My back arches. I can feel the climax rushing through me. Then it hits me, forcing a scream out of my lips. I slap a hand over my mouth, my eyes closed, panting, panting, panting. I can’t seem to get enough air in my lungs. I’m completely and utterly ravished.
Cole kisses my inner thigh before unhooking my legs from his shoulders and standing up. With his gaze locked on mine, he cups my face in his hands and once again kisses me. This time the kiss is languorous as if we have all the time in the world, gentle as his tongue tangles with mine. Powerful. Tasting myself on him is pure bliss. His lips worship mine reverently, as if he’s sealing me to him. Then he pulls away and brushes the pad of his thumb on my bottom lip. My gaze takes him in down his broad chest and all I can think about is, I want to see him naked. Suck that nipple ring. I look down and inhale sharply. He’s so hard the zipper on his jeans looks like it might pop open any second.
I bite my cheek, meet his gaze. “Um. . .your—”
“What?” his raises a brow at me.
“Batman. He’s still—”
He rolls his eyes. “It’s ‘cock.’ I’m not leaving until you say it. In fact,” he prowls closer. “I might just toss you on the bed and fuck you until you say that name. Cock.”
I straighten on the wall. Narrow my eyes at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”