My heart pulses at his words and I clutch him tightly as I pump against him, desperately seeking my finish, but all of a sudden, I want him to see me, all of me. So, I pull my shirt over my head and unstrap my bra, just in time for him to nuzzle my breasts.
“Cole,” I moan.
My body is on fire, my veins heated through, and I’m at the precipice of orgasm when he pulls back abruptly, running his hands down my ribs.
His mouth drops into a fierce frown, and I shrink away because my bones push against my skin, and although it’s a testament to my ordeal, it’s also a painfully unattractive part of my body.
But his eyes flare before he grabs my hair and presses his lips to mine once more, and I forget about my insecurities and anything else but his mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls when I run my hands down his chest before pulling away and grabbing at his shirt.
He moves forward and I pull it free, tossing it aside.
“Mm,” I moan, running my fingers down his smooth skin, over his deliciously bulging pecs, and down his abs. His skin ripples under my touch and I trace the lines of his tattoos before venturing down to his happy trail, a thin line of hair that I brush my fingers through.
“Lola,” he growls, bucking his hips in the air. I smile at him wickedly and he rises, dumping me on the couch before unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them roughly past my ankles.
Not to be outdone, I reach up and grab at his jeans before he pulls away and makes quick work of his pants and boxers. He’s so beautiful that my heart lurches in my throat and I lean back with a whimper, spreading my legs wide.
We both groan at the sensation when he surges into me and soon I’m lost to the feeling as he pumps into me.
“Cole,” I moan and he increases his speed until he’s thrusting so hard that I tip my head back in pleasure.
“Look at me, baby,” Cole rasps. “Lola, baby, look at me.”
I open my eyes and gaze into his desire darkened irises, noting the sweat beading on his brow as he stares intently at me until pleasure pulls within me and I reach my climax.
“Cole!” I cry out.
He growls, thrusting into me rapidly until he jerks, crying out his own pleasure.
After, we lay together, his body over mine, panting in unison until he gently pulls out and picks me up to cradle me in his arms. But in the wake of my pleasure, I feel a pang of guilt that those poor kids are going to be hurt or worse for doing exactly what we just did.
Shivering at the thought, I snuggle against Cole, who’s been stroking my back softly, and because these moments are so few, I relax against his chest and revel at the feel of his strong arms circling me.
When we’re like this, it brings an amazing sense of peace, and I snuggle into it, knowing it will end and reality will come barreling back in with a vengeance.
“What are we going to do?” I murmur, sliding my eyes closed in fatigue. My body is still not at the place it needs to be, and although I don’t regret the moment, I’m exhausted in the aftermath.
“We wait until the time is right, and then we get the fuck out of here,” he responds.
“When will the time be right?”
“When the fucker trusts me,” he says with a heavy sigh.
Sucking in a breath, I lean back to stare into his determined gaze. “Cole, you should stay away from him.”
“Baby, if we want to get out of here, I have to get closer to him. Get him to trust me. Allow me to leave,” he insists.
“But . . .”
“Lo, you’ve got to trust me,” he says before setting me aside and standing to dress.
I guess the tender moment is over. As usual, I can’t just enjoy the moment but instead ruin it by opening my big fat mouth.
Soon he’s completely covered while I remain on the couch, naked and too tired to move. I should feel vulnerable or embarrassed, but I don’t have it in me.
His eyes heat as they roam over me before a wrinkle appears on his forehead. I know what he sees because my arms and legs are like matchsticks, and my stomach sinks into my body with a weird dip. Apparently, I do have it in me because my face flushes at the thought of my grossly skinny body. Reaching over, I grab a blanket laying across the couch and drop it over me.