“Cole.” My voice cracked. “I’m—I’m close.”
“Good.” He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right. “Let me feel it.”
The orgasm slammed into me like a freight train. I cried out, my body arching, every muscle tightening and releasing in waves that left me shaking.
Cole didn’t stop. He worked me through it, drawing it out until I was oversensitive and squirming.
“Too much.” I gasped.
He pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with want. “You taste like heaven.”
“That’s—you can’t just say things like that.”
“Why not? It’s true.” He kissed my inner thigh, then my hip, working his way back up my body. “And I plan to say a lot more things that make you blush.”
He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his tongue.
I pushed him onto his back.
His eyes widened. Darkened with want.
“Autumn.”
“My turn.” My hands went to his belt.
He grabbed my wrists. Gently. “You don’t have to.”
“I know.” I looked at him, this beautiful man who’d just given me an orgasm that rewired my brain. “I want to.”
I unbuckled his belt. The metal clinked in the quiet room.
Cole’s breathing changed. Faster. Shallower.
I popped the button on his jeans.
Lowered the zipper.
He lifted his hips so I could pull them down, and he stopped breathing entirely when I hooked my fingers in his boxer briefs.
“Autumn.” My name came out rough. Desperate. “You’re killing me.”
“Good.”
I pulled his boxer briefs down.
And forgot how to think.
Chapter 4
He was perfect. Hard, ready, and looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered.
I wrapped my hand around him, and he hissed, “Is this okay?”
“God, yes.”
I stroked him slowly, watching his face. The way his eyes went dark. What made him clench his jaw. The way his hips lifted into my touch without him meaning to.
“You’re so responsive,” I murmured.
