Her eyes roll, and then she falls apart with a sharp, breathless cry. Her body locks around me, pulsing, dragging me right to the edge with her.
I slow, not stopping. Never stopping. But I soften it, let the thrusts go long and deep instead of punishing. Her hands slide out in front of her, her chest flat against the bed, but I don’t stop.
“How does that feel? You like that?”
She nods, a little whimper caught in her throat. “Yeah. God, yeah.”
I keep moving, working myself toward release, maintaining that slower rhythm, rolling my hips so she feels all of it. She fists the sheets in her hands, her ass high in the air.
I grip her hips hard, my head falling back as I come, biting back a groan, holding myself inside her as long as I can. I pull out, then lie back and tug her onto me. She comes willingly, curling into me, tracing idle circles on my skin.
“So…” she says after a beat, voice sleepy and smug. “Was that you fucking the attitude out of me?”
I huff a laugh, pressing my lips to her hairline. “That was me getting you to shut up so I can sleep.”
She grins against my chest. “You’re welcome.”
I tighten my arm around her, thumb stroking her shoulder. “Go to sleep before I force you to swallow me again.”
Outside, the wind rattles the window. Inside, she sighs, warm and loose on top of me. I don’t read into it. I have no idea what tomorrow holds or hell, if she’ll wake up an hour from now pissed at me again.
CHAPTER 16
Hailey
Iwake up on a furnace. A big, hard, warm furnace that breathes.
For a second I don’t remember where we are. Then the cheap motel heater rattles, the thin curtains glow gray with early winter light, and Cole’s chest rumbles under my cheek. I smile into his skin.
He’s already awake. His fingers are tangled in my hair, like he’s been lying here just… holding me. My thigh’s thrown over his hip, our legs tangled in the sheets. I can feel him between us, thick and heavy and very much awake.
“Morning,” he says, low and scratchy.
“Morning,” I mumble back, propping my chin on his chest. His hair’s all mussed, jaw dark with another day of stubble. His eyes are soft in a way I’ve never witnessed before. God, he’s so stupidly handsome like this. “What time is it?”
“Too early.” He glances at the clock anyway. “We should get on the road. If we roll now, we’ll hit Illinois with plenty of early day left.”
“Mmm.” I make a dramatic, dying noise. “Or we could never leave this bed and tell everyone a snowplow ate us.”
He huffs a laugh, his palm sliding down my spine. “Tempting. But your mom would call the National Guard.”
He’s right, annoyingly. Reality is knocking. Christmas, families, hometown… Maddie.
I should sit up. Instead, I swing a leg over his hips and straddle him.
His brows lift, slow and appreciative. “Hailey.”
“We need to start the day strong,” I say, dropping the sheet so it puddles around my waist. The air is cold but his gaze is hot enough to melt it. “Road fuel.”
“We’re already behind,” he says, but his hands go to my hips like they have their own plans.
“Then make it fast.” I roll my hips over him, bare and shameless. His breath leaves on a quiet curse, fingers tightening.
“Jesus.”
I lean down and kiss him, slow, sweet, just to watch his eyes darken. “Can I please have one for the road?” I ask against his mouth.
He looks up at me for a beat, all logical thought gone from his eyes. “You can have whatever you want,” he mutters, voice rough. “I’ll never tell you no.”
