Chapter Thirty-Seven
COLE
The amount of times I’ve fantasised about having Irish in my bed over the past five months is frankly embarrassing. Now that she’s here, spread out naked across the Egyptian cotton sheets, her stomach swollen with my baby—I can’t fucking believe it.
I gave her the tour of the house, which naturally ended up in the master suite. The second I opened the bedroom door, she stripped for me. I didn’t even have to ask. She simply stared at me with that hungry look, then reached round, unzipped her dress and tossed it to the floor. Then, she unclipped her bra, freeing her beautiful breasts.
And now she’s spreadeagled, staring at me with those huge, chocolate come-to-bed eyes and, fuck me, I have to wonder if I died somewhere along the way and went to heaven.
I shrug out of my suit jacket and toss it onto the chaise lounge without breaking eye contact. I couldn’t tear my gaze away if I tried.
She slides further up the four-poster bed on her back, then rolls onto one elbow, cradling her head in her hand. Shewatches intently as I remove my cufflinks, place them on the vanity table beside the bed, then roll my sleeves up to reveal my forearms.
She rolls her lips, but she says nothing.
I stride towards the end of the bed, kick off my shoes and crawl over to her. My hands wrap around her ankles, spreading her legs even wider for me. ‘So fucking perfect, Zara.’ My eyes roam over her glistening slit—pink perfection personified. I press my lips to her inner thigh, peppering kisses all over her silky soft skin. Goosebumps ripple in every direction, and she shivers.
‘Cold?’ I tease.
‘Anything but.’ She breathes heavily.
‘I fucking missed you, Irish.’ I inch higher until my mouth is millimetres from her sex.
‘I missed you,’ she admits, reaching out to run her fingers through my hair.
‘Me? Or my tongue?’ I roll it slowly over her slit, swallowing her sweet arousal. She tastes fucking exquisite.
She moans. ‘Both.’
A smile rips open my lips. She watches in open fascination as I glide my tongue over her clit. Again. And again. And again. ‘You’re so good at that,’ she moans.
I spread her legs wider again. ‘I’m the only man who gets to kiss your cunt.’
Her eyes flash with desire.
‘Say it,’ I demand lowly. ‘And I’ll make you come so hard you forget your own name.’
Her furled nipples tighten further, I reach up, skimming my fingers over them. Our eyes lock. Sexual energy tears between us.
‘You’re the only man who gets to kiss my cunt,’ she says breathily.
‘Such a good girl,’ I growl. My erection digs into the bedas I capture her clit with my lips and suck it slowly until she screams. Her fingers knot in my hair as her back arches off the bed. I slide two fingers deep inside her core and thrust as she rides my face.
Fuck. She’s so responsive. Her body is my favourite instrument in the entire universe, and I plan on playing it all night long.
Finally, her limbs go limp and her head flops back onto the pillow. I crawl up the bed. ‘Next time I make you come, you call my name, sweetheart.’ I reach for my belt and unbuckle it. ‘I’ve been dying to hear how it sounds from your lips when you’re impaled on my cock.’
‘I forgot what a filthy mouth you had,’ her greedy gaze drops to my dick as I free it from my boxers. Precum glistens from the tip.
‘Liar.’ I arch an eyebrow. ‘You remembered my filthy mouth every time you touched yourself in the last five months.’ My tone dares her to challenge me.
‘I’m not even going to try and deny it,’ she sniggers.
I lower myself gently, careful not to put any weight on the baby, pressing my cock at her entrance.
A look of vulnerability flashes across her face. ‘What is it, sweetheart?’
‘Do you mind if I get on top of you?’ She eyes the space on the bed beside her.
