“What?” he frowns up at me.
“You laughed. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh before.”
Rolling his eyes, Cole loops his arm around me and pulls me back down. “Shh, woman. It’s too early for this.”
I want to ask what this is, but I don’t. I simply take comfort in being in Cole’s arms. He snuggles closer, our bodies pressed together.
We lie like that for what feels like hours. I think he’s fallen back to sleep until I feel his lips against my collarbone. Hot, wet kisses. He rocks against my ass, his cock thick and hard. Liquid lust courses through my veins as I tilt my neck, giving him better access. Neither of us speaks. He gives and I take. Or maybe it’s the other way round.
It doesn’t matter though.
It doesn’t matter when one of his hands snakes around my body and finds my breasts, nor when the other dips between my legs, strumming my clit in lazy circles.
It doesn’t matter when he shifts down the bed, lifts one of my legs slightly and slides inside me.
It doesn’t matter because Cole doesn’t speak to me with words, he speaks to me with actions. And every thrust, every groan and kiss and lick, tells me everything.
Cole needs this as much as I do.
The next time I wake, I’m alone and Cole’s side of the bed is cold. But I don’t freak out. He didn’t disappear in the middle of the night, and he didn’t kick me out when he realized I was still here.
Instead, he’d given me one of the most intense orgasms of my life. There was something so intimate about him fucking me from behind as we lay on our sides. No words, no eye contact, just our bodies giving and taking what they needed.
I must have fallen to sleep straight after we cleaned up.
And now he’s gone.
Sitting up, I tame my hair out of my face before climbing out of bed. There’s a knock at the door so I grab the first thing I can find and pull it over my head.
“Just a second,” I yell, rooting on the floor for my panties. “Okay.”
“Hey.” Remi pokes her head into the room. “Everything okay?”
“Hmm, yeah. I think so.”
Her brow rises suggestively, a faint smirk gracing her lips as she takes in the state of me.
“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” I murmur.
“It smells like sex in here.”
She’s right. It does.
My cheeks pink as I toy with the hem of Cole’s t-shirt.
“His clothes look good on you.”
“I just grabbed the first thing I could—”
“Sure you did. You should totally wear that to breakfast.”
“Remi...” I warn, because I’m not sure what game she’s playing.
“It’s okay. He’s down there. He and Ace smoothed things over. At least, I think they did. They didn’t try and kill each other over the pancakes, so I’m taking that as a win.”
“Cole’s down there?”
She nods around a smile. “And he seems... different. I don’t know what you’re doing to him, but keep it up.”