“Only for you.”
I leaned down, pressed a kiss to his hip. Then lower.
“Autumn. Oh fuck.”
My mouth closed over him, and he came apart.
His hand fisted in my hair. Not pulling. Just holding. Grounding himself while I took him deeper.
“That’s—you feel—” He couldn’t finish sentences. Good.
I worked him with my mouth and hands. Taking him as deep as I could.
“I’m close.” His voice cracked. “Autumn, I’m…”
I didn’t stop.
He came with a shout, his whole body going taut, and I stayed with him through it.
When I finally pulled back, he looked beautiful and wrecked.
“Come here.” He tugged me up and kissed me hard. “That was—you’re—I can’t form words.”
“Good.”
He rolled us so I was beneath him. “My turn. Again.”
“You already…”
“And I’m going to again.” His hand slid between my legs, found me soaking wet. “You liked that. Liked having me in your mouth.”
“Yes.”
Then he grabbed a condom from his jeans. Thank God one of us was thinking. He slid into me slowly.
We both groaned.
“You feel incredible,” he breathed against my neck.
“So do you.”
We moved together, finding a rhythm that felt like coming home. His hands were everywhere. My nails in his back. Our mouths meeting in desperate, messy kisses.
“Autumn.” He thrust deeper. “I’m…”
“Me, too.”
We fell together, tangled and sweaty and perfect.
I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window and a very warm, very naked man wrapped around me like a human blanket.
Cole. Right. I’d slept with Cole Stone.
Multiple times. Once at 3 AM, when he’d woken me up with kisses and whispered dirty things in my ear that made me forget my own name.
His arm draped across my waist. Warm breath tickled the back of my neck. His morning erection pressed against my ass with what I could only describe as optimistic enthusiasm.
Cole’s hand flexed on my stomach, pulling me closer. He made a sleepy sound, half groan, half hum.
