He licked her clit relentlessly, desire bursting into a flash fire. Her fingers fisted in his hair, her hips slammed against his mouth, and she couldn’t help the sounds that came out of her—desperate, urgent—and right when she thought she would never break, she would be forever caught in this excruciating sexual tension—
Stars exploded behind her eyes, and her body went spiraling through a galaxy of brilliant white lights. She soared into a weightless space of pure euphoria.
She only came back into her body when she felt the head of his cock nudging at her opening. Planting her feet on the cool leather, she hitched up her hips, desperate to be filled by him.
But he stopped. “Fuck.” His forehead dropped to her shoulder. “I don’t have a condom.”
No way in hell could they stop now. Not when she was this close to experiencing the kind of fullness and possession she’d longed for but never had. “I haven’t been with anybody in two years. And I’m on birth control.”
His head popped up, his thumbs stroking the hair out of her eyes. “You sure? Because I got tested right before the season started and haven’t been with anyone.”
Affection flooded her. “I wish the world could see you the way I do. They think you’re some slick playboy, but really, you’re just nice to everyone and out there having a good time.”
“Mostly, I think I was waiting for you.”
“You had no idea if you’d ever see me again.”
“I was waiting for it to feel the way I felt about you. It’s never happened since.”
“Cole.”
He claimed her mouth, kissing her with such devotion, as if he needed to reinforce his words. “And now I know, it never will. Because it’s you. Only you.” And then, he watched her expression as he slowly pushed inside.
He lit her up, bringing her to a level of pleasure she’d never experienced. It was more than the way he filled her. It was the heat in those blue eyes, the brush of his dark hair on her skin, the grip of those big hands, and the snap of his hips that sent a zing of erotic sensation through her entire body.
“I’m not going to last.” He tucked his face into her neck and drove into her. Harder, faster, deeper.
His scent filled her, his urgency thrilled her, and when he reached between them to stroke her clit, she got swept under. Crying out, she met his thrusts, their bodies slapping together, creating a heat and friction that threatened to burn down the world.
“Oh, God. Oh…Cole.” Electric heat burned through her. The tension was so exquisite, so intense, she knew it would overpower it.
And then it hit. Her climax had her catapulting out of her body. She went freefalling through a bliss so perfect, she felt free for the first time in her life.
When she opened her eyes, she found him watching her intently. “Fucking beautiful.” And then tension gripped his features. “Gonna come.” His voice came out a growl in her ear. “Gonna come so fucking hard.” With his hands on her hips, he held her in place, as he drilled into her in short, powerful pumps.
When he was spent, he fell on top of her. He was about to roll to her side, but she held him right where he was. “Don’t go.” She said it in a panic. “Just hold me.”
She needed his weight. Proof that he was real. Thattheywere real.
That she could count on him.
She’d never had that before.
Please don’t let me down.
* * *
Cole stopped the car in the middle of the street to watch the girls’ expressions in the rearview mirror. He’d just driven through the arched stone entrance, rounded the bend in the road, and then Wild Wolff Village had appeared in all its Christmas glory.
They gawked from their car seats.
Strings of white lights glittered on limbs heavy with snow, festive garlands wound around the clock tower in the center of the square, and the charming European-style stone buildings were all lit up.
As a horse-drawn sled clopped past them in the bike lane, Paisley nearly went apoplectic with excitement. “Can we ride one of those?”
“Absolutely.” Hailey twisted around. “We’re going to skate and drink hot cocoa—”
“And sit on Santa’s lap?” The little girl’s legs kicked the back of Cole’s seat.