By the time I come down, my body is wrung out, my head is spinning, and there are tears leaking across my temples and soaking into my hair.
The second Cole sees them, he freezes, pure fear coating his face.
“F-Freya?” he questions, his voice unsure and scared. “Did I…did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, unable to form words. A second later, an erratic laugh bursts out of me as a million different emotions collide. There are so many, I don’t stand a chance of identifying them all. But the biggest is relief.
I bumped into the man who’s haunted my nightmares for the past couple of years, and I’m okay. No, I’m more than okay. I’m freaking fantastic.
A smile begins to appear on Cole's mouth at my reaction.
“You’re okay?” he asks, still unsure about what’s going on.
Reaching for him, I give him little choice but to fall to the bed beside me. As soon as he does, I wrap both my arms and legs around him and kiss him breathlessly.
“I’m incredible,” I finally say when I let him up for air.
“Glad to know I still have it,” he teases, his cocky smirk appearing as he pulls the condom off and tosses it to the floor to deal with later.
With a laugh, I swat his shoulder.
“There is no room for your over-inflated ego in this bed, Handsy.”
“Damn, I’d better order a bigger one then.”
I can’t help it; I giggle like a schoolgirl.
I don’t know what Cole just did, but I feel high.
“I like this look on you,” he muses, gently brushing his knuckles down my cheek.
“Oh, yeah?” I breathe. “What’s this look?” I ask, knowing full well what it is.
“Thoroughly fucked.”
“Hmm…honestly, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt quite like this before.”
His grin widens. “Careful, I thought you were trying not to boost my ego.”
I shrug. “Just the truth. There’s a chance it was just a lucky first time, of course.”
“Whoa.” He gasps, his brows tugging together. “I don’t think so.”
“No?” I ask, rolling away from him as if I’m going to get up. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
I shriek when he reaches for me. One moment I’m about to climb out of bed, and the next I’m straddling his lap and gazing down at him.
“Hi,” I whisper, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious.
It’s ridiculous; I’ve been naked for quite a while now. But there’s something safe about lying amongst sheets. Up here, though, surrounded by nothing but air, I’m stripped bare.
“Hey,” he replies, a wide, sated smile on his lips.
Beneath me, his dick jerks, and I look down, finding him hard again between my thighs.
“Again?” I ask, desire pooling low in my belly as I think about the fact that I’m the one making him hard.
His hands massage my thighs.
