Those words all I needed to hear to break the dam of desire building inside.
Those haunted eyes staring me down, untamed, and wild. His lips lingered for a few seconds before breathing life back into me. Claiming them as his own. Flame and smoke meeting as our breaths intermix. Giving in to temptation.
Cole’s lips on mine made me hungry. Nourishing me in a way food never could satisfy. Together we burned of a passion that made me question everything and doubt nothing.
My legs automatically swinging around his waist when his hand grips at my ass in a groan. “I’ve dreamed about touching this,” he croaks.
I smile against his mouth at the confession. My arms snaking around his neck, climbing him like a tree. Kissing him again.
Hissing, he slams my back into the wall. Rolling his hips. His hardened cock straining against the lining of his zipper. Angling himself perfectly between my thighs.
The Cole that was watching me on the dance floor a tamed beast compared to what he was greedily taking now.
Selfish, untamed, and all-consuming. How I preferred him.
“And these,” he exhales harshly. Grabbing at my breast and squeezing. My already pert nipples coming alive as he runs his thumb over the material of my clothes. “Perfect,” he decides.
My back arches, whimpering when he leans down, biting over the thin fabric, sucking down hard.
“Cole, I—”
“I know, baby,” he finishes when I can’t.
My voice sounds nothing like mine. Husky and strained. Filled with too much need. Cole the elixir.
My pulse quickens still as he slowly lifts my shirt. My hand wrapped around his neck as we both watch his fingers glide along my rib cage. Not going where I need them fast enough.
I knew he could feel the wetness soaking between my legs. Even over my jeans.
“Are you sure?” he asks. Voice strained, raw. Those fingers stalling along the button of my jeans.
I nod my head and that’s all he needs. The button ripped open. His fingers shoved into my panties. My eyes flutter close at the sensation. I moan, Cole finally giving me what I need. His thumb working slow circles along my clit, dizzying me in a bliss of euphoria.
His middle finger finding the hole between my folds, and I groan in satisfaction. “Always so responsive, baby,” Cole muses voice like silk.
He adds a finger, thumb still stroking my sex. My body no longer felt like my own. Singing as it comes to life under his touch.
I sink my teeth into the flesh of his neck, biting and sucking like I’m famished as he picks up the pace. My vision blurring as he continues to hit that spot, flawlessly.
“That’s it,” he pants. “Come for me.”
The anticipation, the need. All of it bleeding out in a single, earth-shattering orgasm, coming hard under his touch. My screams subdued into his skin as I cry out in pleasure.
Our gazes interlocking like a forcefield as he leans in, dipping his head into mine. Both of us settling from our high.
“Shit, Rory,” he pants, drawing out my name. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
My breath stutters at his compliment. Swallowing roughly. Cole thought I was beautiful. A warmness bloomed in my chest.
His stare was intense, limpid. It dwindles the slimmest amount when I run my fingers through his overgrown, messy locks. A groan in appreciation rumbles deep in his throat as his mouth finds mine once more.
The kiss is short but dizzying enough that when he pulls back my body crumbles in disappointment. Already eager for more.
Pulling back, he examines my face. My legs are still wrapped around him. So, he can’t go too far. A wrinkle forms along his brow line. “Talk to me, princess.”
The tenderness in his voice wounding me. A dull pressure thumps along my temple the longer he examines me.
I didn’t want to ask, but I needed to know. Hear the truth for myself.