He stares at me for several seconds. The longer his eyes are on me, the more the hunger in his eyes deepens. I take a deep breath to ease the butterflies in my stomach. My skin is tight and too hot and tingling, desperate for Cole’s touch. He nods, and licks his lips. He pulls his hands from his pockets and drags his fingers through his hair.
“God. Nor. I love you so much. Sometimes I don’t know where I end and you begin. If we have sex, there is no going back. I’m never letting you go. I’ve wanted this so bad and I thought I’d wait until you were ready. I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself. I want this to be special for you. For me.”
“I’m not planning on going back. I don’t want you to ever let go. I love you, Cole. I want this with you. No one else, but you.”
He starts to pace again, his eyes roaming everywhere as though he’s searching for something. When he doesn’t find what he is looking for, his fingers go around his bowtie and attempt to loosen it. His hands are trembling badly. So, I walk toward him and stop. I cover his hand with mine and look into his eyes. His love and desire for me shines so hot and bright I’m still wondering why I’m standing upright when I should be ashes at his feet.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time, Cole. I’ve wanted this with no one else, but you. It has always been you. Always you.”
His lips part and his breath comes out faster. Cole cups my cheek with one hand and wraps the fingers of his other hand around the nape of my neck, brushing a thumb against the skin there. I moan softly, breathe faster, and I’m five seconds from shattering. He groans, his eyes bright with excitement. “We need condoms.”
“In my bag.” Megs and I went shopping a week ago and grabbed different sizes. I ended up taking two from each pack and tucking them inside my tiny clutch.
As soon as those words leave my mouth, his lips are on mine, parting them wider as he plunges his tongue inside my mouth, claiming me in desperate passionate strokes. His hand leaves my cheek and moves down to grab my hip, bunching my dress in his fist.
Suddenly he grins and I have to grab his forearms to stop myself from toppling over.
“I’m going to show you more, Nor. I’m going to make you mine. Just mine. Always and forever.”
“Always and forever,” I repeat the promise. I know we are young right now, but with Cole, I feel everything. It can only get better from here.
Finally, the black bowtie comes undone. Cole takes it from my hands and bunches it up in his, then places his hands on my shoulders and slowly spins me around. He plucks out the pins holding my hair up and tosses them on the night stand then sweeps my hair over my shoulder to one side. I feel his breath feathering my neck just before his lips land there, placing soft kisses and tracing a path to the sensitive place behind my ear with his tongue. He nips my earlobe then slips it into his mouth.
Oh my God.
Heat pools between my legs. In just a few minutes Cole and I will be joined like I’ve desired for such a long time. He moves that wicked mouth from my ear, leaving a trail of kisses that stop at the top of my back. I feel his fingers fumble with the zipper and slide it down and the soft whoosh is increased ten-fold by my sensitive hearing. Every sound, every touch is increased in magnitude.
I look over my shoulder to find his eyes focused on my backside. His breathing is no longer ragged. It’s mega fast. He lifts his face and when he finds me looking at him, he winks at me and signs, “Great ass.”
I laugh, my cheeks heating up. I reach down and stroke him through his pants. His eyes squeeze shut as if in pain but when he opens them, they are dark and hungry.
I move away and head for the dresser. After removing the condoms, I walk back to the bed. My knees shake and my stomach is a hundred definitions of fluttering. Cole is standing in his boxers, palming his erection through the material with no sign of reservations on his face.
Wow, talk about being ready. Is this the same guy who was reluctant just minutes ago?
I grin and toss two condoms on the night stand and walk toward him with the third one, then stand back and watch with fascination as his boxers drop to the floor and he rolls it on his rigid erection.
He closes the gap between us and grips my waist, pulling me to him unexpectedly and rather forcefully. I gasp and he grins before crushing his mouth on mine. He grinds himself on me, his erection pressed on my stomach. I’m not sure my feet will be able to hold me up much longer. This kiss is the mother of all kisses. He’s kissing me as if he’s marking me, feeding me life.
With his arm still around me, he walks us backwards until I feel the back of my knees hit the bed. I fall back and his body covers mine. Cole is not as gentle as he always is, and I don’t want gentle. We’ve survived on gentle since we met. I want the wild Cole. The one I suspect hides behind that sculpted body and those gray eyes. I want everything he’s willing to give me.
He places his hands on my knees and opens them a little wider. He moves between my legs and groans when his erection settles at my entrance.
Excitement pours through me.
He pulls back, lifts himself off me for a second and returns with the bowtie.