My hands take on a life of their own and help Cole free my legs from my pants, which suddenly feel like an old, too-tight skin. When he throws them aside as if they had personally offended him, I can barely think clearly anymore.
Then he is above me as I feel his legs between mine. The heat radiating from him envelops me as he leans down to me again. My hands go to his sides to touch his skin, while my body arches toward Cole’s.
He no longer kisses me. Instead, I feel his gaze on me and hear that his breathing is just as fast and ragged as mine, until his voice breaks the silence again.
"Open your eyes."
I follow his instruction and immediately sink into his thunderous, stormy grays. Cole is so close I can see every little fiber in his eyes. I’m drowning in them, never wanting to see anything else, wishing that time would stand still right now.
"Still don’t want me to stop?"
I shake my head, which makes him curse softly in response. When I feel how he lowers his hips, I think I might explode. My eyes shut instantly, my lips parting slightly. With gentle determination, Cole presses between my thighs, and I gasp as the realization of what I’m feeling hits me.
"Oh God." Everything inside me tightens so intensely that it almost hurts. The desire that had already consumed me now overwhelms me with raw, unrelenting force. I don’t stand a chance against my body’s reactions, so I surrender to it entirely.
"I want you to look at me, darling," Cole demands in a raspy voice.
"I… can’t." My head rolls to the side and then tilts back as Cole’s hardness between my legs almost kills me. I squirm under him as my body can’t take any more and at the same time can’t get enough. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I just don’t understand why he would withhold this from me.
"Look at me, Sophie."
His fingers wrap around my chin to turn my head back to him, and my eyes finally follow his command. Only when my gaze finds his does he release me, sliding his hand between us and letting it drift into my lap. He brushes over my center with the lightest touch, yet the silver of his eyes holds me captive, not letting me look away. The sensation, even though the fabric is still covering me, is so intense it draws a whimper from my lips.
"Do you really want this?"
Nodding, I bite my lower lip because the way he slides his fingertips over me drives me crazy.
"It might hurt," he says between ragged breaths, pressing his hips more firmly against mine, intensifying the sensation of his fingers even further.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m holding on to Cole so tightly my knuckles ache, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Because I can’t imagine that something feeling this good could possibly lead to pain, my answer is unwavering. "I don’t care. Please keep going."
"You can’t undo it. Once it happens, there’s no going back." His voice is now just a raspy whisper, but his gaze is crystal clear. He looks at me as if he hopes I’ll push him away at any moment. But even if I wanted to, my body has long since overruled me.
I nod as I force myself to return his gaze. "I know."
He studies me for a moment longer before I feel his fingers pull aside the fabric of my panties. Cool air hits my bare skin until Cole’s warm fingers drive it away. He gently strokes my center, which feels strangely wet as the heat builds. I shudder under his touch and bite my lower lip so hard it hurts, while the haze in my head only thickens. I have no idea what Cole is doing, but the feeling he triggers in me is so overpowering that I can’t hold back my moan.
"Are you scared?" He moves his fingers almost lazily, driving me out of my mind.
I slightly shake my head because even though something like fear is welling up inside me, I wouldn’t tell him. Cole would immediately stop touching me, and that’s the last thing I want.
I close my eyes while his lips capture mine again. As I think that there can’t be anything better than being touched by him like this, he carefully slides a finger inside me. Another, evendeeper moan escapes my throat because this new sensation almost makes me burst.
Cole massages my core with slow and steady movements, making my head so light that I can hardly return his kiss. Feeling him there is so strange and unfamiliar that it almost seems wrong, but the longer he moves inside me, the deeper I sink into the cloud of desire.
When he slides another finger in, it hurts a little, and a barely audible whimper escapes me, but at the same moment, Cole’s thumb starts to stroke a spot that was untouched until now, instantly making me forget the uncomfortable sting.
After an immeasurable stretch of time that’s left my head spinning from his movements, he gently eases out of me. As if in a trance, I notice him shifting his weight and reaching out with one hand, yet I don’t pay any further attention until he draws back.
I force my eyelids open. Cole kneels between my legs and looks down at me. I feel the warmth of his bare skin on the insides of my thighs and literally soak up the sensation. At the same time, his gaze captivates me, which is why I barely notice that he brings something shiny to his mouth to rip it open with his teeth before lowering his hand again. Part of me wants to look down to see what he’s doing, but before I manage to follow my curiosity, Cole leans over me again to prop himself up with one hand next to my head.
"Are you sure you want this?" His gaze is a mix of blazing flames and regret while he looks at me as if searching for the slightest flicker of doubt in my expression.
I put my hands on his upper arms, then let them slide to his broad shoulders and hold him tight. "Yes," I whisper breathlessly because the tugging in my core is almost unbearable. The tension threatens to tear me apart, but before I can say anything else, Cole’s face contorts for a tiny moment.
"I’m sorry, darling."
