‘Finally, I’ve got you alone,’ he growls, sliding over the seat until his thigh rests against mine. His face dips until our lips are inches apart. The scent of spearmint permeates the air between us.
A voice inside my head screams at me not to make this easy for him. Men like Cole like the chase. But my vagina is begging me to throw myself at him.
‘And now you have me alone, what is it that you plan to do to me exactly?’ I manage to keep my tone level. Cool, even. But I’m not fooling either of us. I want him. So much it hurts.
‘I’m going to feed you. Convince you to build a futurewith me. Then I’m going to fuck you.’ His piercing eyes smoulder as his tongue darts out over my lips, tracing my cupid’s bow before slowly, agonisingly, sucking my lower lip into his mouth.
His hands settle on my swollen stomach. Our eyes collide. His flame with possession.
I don’t stand a chance against him.
I never did.
His hands roam over my breasts, my nipples are straining for his mouth, for more friction and my lingerie is absolutely destroyed already. I palm his shoulders, reacquainting myself with every hard line, and the smooth contours of his chest. He tugs me onto his lap like I’m weightless, and I open my legs and straddle him.
The swell of his enormous erection digs into me, and I grind, needing the friction.
He laughs, and I swallow it.
This wasn’t part of the plan, but I’m powerless to stop it.
No, instead, I’m silently begging him to slide his hand beneath my dress and touch me like he did in the sea that day.
He breaks our kiss suddenly, tearing his lips from mine. Heat and hunger dance in his dilated pupils. ‘Are you wet for me, Irish?’ His fingers skirt up over my thighs and disappear beneath my dress. They hover at the junction between my legs.
‘I’m not sure,’ I lie. ‘Maybe you should find out.’
‘Dirty girl.’ His pupils darken. ‘You want me to touch you there?’
I shrug. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to play it cool. ‘Maybe.’
‘Maybe?’ he growls, tearing the thin lace between my legs straight from my body. He holds it up in the air triumphantly. ‘They’re soaked. And so are you.’ He holds mylower back, steadying me as he shoves my lingerie into his pocket.
My pulse is pounding. My pussy is throbbing. I’m dizzy with desire, and I need him to touch me more than I need oxygen right now.
His huge hand settles on my thigh, fingers swirling in circles as they skirt higher and higher until they’re so close to where I need them, yet still so far. Finally, his index finger slides over my slit. If I wasn’t so turned on, I might be embarrassed at how wet I am for him.
‘This pussy is mine.’ His fingers glide up over my clit, and my head rolls back.
‘Yes,’ I moan.
‘I take care of what’s mine.’ His thumb circles my clit as his fingers seep deep inside of my core. All too soon, he pulls them out and lifts them to his lips, licking slowly like he’s savouring them. ‘I’ll make you come hard enough they’ll hear you in the Caribbean—when you come home with me.’ He grins as the limo glides to a stop outside one of Dublin’s most iconic hotels.
‘Bastard,’ I mutter, sliding off his lap and smoothing my dress down. ‘I hate what you do to me.’
But that’s a lie. I fucking love it.
I love the way he commands my body.
I love the way he consumes me.
And I’ve got a horrible feeling if he hangs around like he says he’s going to, I could love him—deeply and irrevocably too.
Chapter Thirty-Five
COLE
The Shelbourne doesn’t have a patch on any of the Hartmann Hotels, but it has a certain appeal—old-world elegance wrapped in Irish charm. And it’s neutral territory for both of us. While I’m determined to finish what I started in the limo, I’m equally determined to convince my baby mommy to date me properly, to give us a real go, and I’m under no illusion—it will probably mean she has to choose between me and her family.
