He didn’t even hesitate. Kissing her, he was on the move, heading to the stairs. His mouth never left hers, his tongue stroking deliciously, sensually, as he carefully climbed, and she scraped her fingernails across his scalp until she grabbed a handful of hair at the back of his neck.
In his room, he kicked the door shut before lowering her gently to his bed. The way he looked at her, like she was both precious and edible, like he wanted to treasure every inch of her and yet violate her in the most carnal ways possible, made her go hot and restless. She didn’t want him to be careful. She wanted him to let go.
As he peeled off her leggings and panties, she lifted her arms, giving him a look that said,Take what you want. His gaze sharpened, his features hardened, and he moved over her, yanking up her blouse and pulling it over her head.
He cupped her breasts and pushed them together, his focus so intense, she had to squeeze her thighs together. His gaze snapped up to hers. “You like me touching your tits?”
“I like it better when they’re in your mouth.”
Heat flared in his eyes, and he slowly peeled down one cup of her lacy bra. Never taking his eyes off her, he slowly licked her nipple and then flicked it with the tip of his tongue. It squeezed into a tight bead, and then he closed his mouth and sucked.
“Yes.” Desire spread so thick and hot, she melted into a pool of sensation.
Reaching underneath her, he unclasped her bra, and her breasts sprang free. She loved how they felt in his big hands, how he played with them as though he cared more about turning her on than himself.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe I get to be with you.”
But for how long? Because if they fell apart before he left, she couldn’t let it impact her mood around the girls.
Did they have a chance for a real relationship?
“Hey, hey.” He stretched out beside her, one hand on her belly, the other propping his head. “What’s going on?”
One step at a time.No one had ever looked at her the way he did, and if she let herself think through all the unknowns, she’d ruin this time with him. And she wanted it. Needed it. Needed him. The way he wanted her healed her broken and bruised bits.
She reached for his hand, kissing the palm. “I can’t see the future. I can’t see what’s going to happen with us, with the girls, with my job, with my robes…”
“And you need to know how things are going to turn out every bit as much as you need to know there’s going to be a roof over your head and food in your belly.”
“Yes.” She whispered it, so grateful someone understood.
“I can’t see the future either, but I know what I feel, and I’ve never felt anything like this before. And if you’re worried that our feelings will fade once we have sex…” He shook his head. “It’s just not like that for me. I’m crazy about you. I can’t get enough, and I don’t think I ever will. But I get it. I’m scared, too.”
She reached for him, sifting his hair through her fingers. “What’re you scared of?”
“The only woman I’ve ever truly wanted is here in my bed. She’s letting me defile her body.” He broke into a devastating grin. “She seems to like me.”
“She likes you very much.”
“Then, you have to understand. No one in the world has the power to hurt me the way you do. The more you care, the more it hurts when you’re left alone.”
She was so caught up in her own worries that she’d lost sight of him. She’d forgotten his past, his hurts and wounds. She needed to be very careful with this beautiful, sexy, vulnerable man. “Cole.” She rolled on top of him, kissing that mouth that brought her such pleasure.
He caught her thighs, spreading them, and lifted her right over his hard cock.
A shock of desire gripped her, and she rubbed herself all over him. “I know you’re scared, but the one thing you can count on right now? Is me. You can count on me.”
“Get up on your knees.” Reaching between them, he grasped his cock and guided himself into her.
A shiver wracked her body, and she sank down all the way, grinding all over him.
“Ride me.” That deep, commanding voice made her shiver.
Setting her hands on his shoulders, she rocked her hips. A curtain of hair fell around them, enclosing them. Their breaths met, his minty. She moaned at how he filled her, at the clutch of his hands on her ass, and his strength in controlling her body, lifting her and then punching his hips up as he slammed her down on him.
He felt good, he smelled good, and she couldn’t get enough. She moved harder and faster, and soon, it wasn’t enough. Rearing up, she braced her hands on his thighs. He reached for her breasts, leaving her to take control of their rhythm.
His eyes went half-lidded with lust as he watched her ride him with total abandon. “You gonna come for me?”