“Cole,” I breathe.
“Just feel, baby.” His lips brush my shoulder. “Feel us.”
He pets my throbbing clit and curls the arm beneath me to hold me tighter against his firm chest. I feel his heartbeat syncing to mine as we move together, not rushing to finish this. The sensations of our connection are incredible.
A cry sticks in my throat. He hushes me, spreading his fingers to tease where our bodies are joined. My pussy clamps.He buries a pleased rumble against my flushed skin and finds my clit again, fingers slick with my wetness.
I tremble with pleasure as it crests within me. His steady thrusts light me up, hitting exactly where I need him to while he strokes my clit.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let go for me.”
His encouragement washes over me, tipping me over the edge into ecstasy. I writhe with the rippling waves of my orgasm.
“That’s my good girl,” he rasps against my ear. “Does that feel nice when I make you come?”
I nod, rolling my lips between my teeth to stop a moan from escaping. His thrusts grow sharper, then he stills, cock pulsing with his release.
When he recovers, he lays random kisses on any inch of skin within reach, murmuring praise that melts my insides into a puddle.
We stay like that for as long as possible, tangled together.
When he shifts to get up, I cling to him. He brushes hair from my face and kisses my forehead.
“Let me take care of my girl.”
He doesn’t let me lift a finger after he sneaks to the bathroom and returns to clean me up. I expect him to slip beneath the sheets. Instead, he lies between my legs, lapping at my sensitive pussy.
I gasp, thighs clamping around his head. “What are you doing?”
He taps my leg to make me let up. When I relax, he continues working me with his mouth until my back arches.
“Taking care of you,” he mutters against my clit.
I shiver, giving myself over to him. He’s not satisfied until I’ve come two more times on his tongue. I’m mush when he finally climbs back in bed with me. He drags my hips back to nestle against his.
My world aligns whenever I’m wrapped in his arms like this.
“Evie?” Cole murmurs when I’ve almost drifted off.
“Yes?”
He holds me tighter, kissing my shoulder. “Don’t go giving my heart away to anyone else, got it? It’s only yours.”
I hum sleepily. “Never. Love you.”
THIRTY-SEVEN
COLE
It’s early,I think. The first thing I’m aware of as I’m lured to consciousness is Eve’s sweet scent tickling my nose and her ass wriggling against my dick. Cracking my eyes, I find the room brightening with the first light of sunrise.
With a playful growl, my arm sweeps from its position around her waist to band around her hips, holding her still while I grind against her.
“Good morning,” I mumble into her hair.
“You’re up?”
I press my erection against the soft curve of her ass. “When I open my eyes to you in my arms? Always.”
