“This is the best thing to come home to,” he says.
“Hungry?”
His devastating grin turns wolfish. “Don’t ask me that unless you like cold pizza.”
“Who doesn’t like cold pizza?” I trace the low neckline of the t-shirt dress I changed into before coming over. “Cold pizza is the best.”
With two strides, he’s on me. His mouth collides with mine and he boosts me onto the counter. My knees open to accommodate him. His fingers thread in my hair, tipping my head back as he kisses down my throat.
Heat pulses between my legs when he lowers himself to his knees. When his hot breath hits me through my panties, air gusts past my lips. He hums, slipping a finger beneath them, stretching the material as he slides it up and down.
His green eyes flicker to mine, darkening. He pulls my panties off. I spread my legs wider and he hooks my knee over his shoulder.
“I’m starving,” he says before his mouth covers my pussy.
It’s not quite like the scene we recreated from my book, but it’s just as arousing.
My hand buries in his hair and my mouth falls open with a cry. It feels amazing. He caresses my thigh and hip as he devours me.
“Oh, oh yes. Like that, please,” I beg between gasped moans.
“Wanted to taste you all day after you left,” he croons against me.
My chest heaves and tremors of pleasure race through my limbs. My core clenches, then erupts with wave after wave of ecstasy.
“Oh god, oh my god, I’m coming,” I whimper when he doesn’t stop.
He takes me right into another orgasm before the first one fades, his mouth relentless on my clit.
“Cole,” I wail. “You’re—oh!”
He growls against me in satisfaction. My eyes roll back from the stimulation to my sensitive pussy.
At last, once he’s melted my brain and my body, he sits back on his heels with a smirk. His chiseled jaw glistens with saliva and my wetness.
My stomach dips when he swipes the heel of his hand over his mouth. It’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
“You taste fucking delicious when you’re crying out my name and coming all over my face, baby.”
It takes me a second to form words. “You broke me I think.”
I give him a thumbs up. He chuckles, helping me down from the counter. My legs are still shaking and I sway against him. His arms cinch around me.
“Need some water?”
“Yes.” My desire flares at the bulge in his jeans. “What about you?”
He kisses the top of my head. “Later. Don’t want you to be sore or have you forgetting to eat again because we’re too busy fucking. I’m taking care of you.”
My stomach somersaults. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
The praise makes me shiver. He grasps my chin, giving me an affectionate expression before kissing me.
I put my underwear back on while he gets my water thermos from the table and cleans off the counter. I crack open the pizza box.
“Still warm,” I say.
