She nodded, threaded her fingers together, and shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. “Sorry, I didn’t realize we hadcompany.”
Cole seized the opportunity to get some more alone time with her and kick his brothers out. The last thing he wanted was to continue this hopeless question and answer session. There was no getting around the fact that none of them had answers. “We don’t. They’releaving.”
Cole ignored Carter’s knowing stare and glanced at Clint, who was always safer. Clint’s face screwed up into a scowl, but he kept his mouth shut, a wisechoice.
“We’re not through with this conversation, Cole.” Carter stalked to the front door, Clint trailing on his heels. “We need to make plans. We’ll talk againtonight.”
16
Tomi staredat the retreating backs of Clint and Carter Fury in silence. Carter gave her a sympathetic glance but Clint’s look scorched her. With their blonde hair and golden eyes, the twins were as light on the outside as Cole was dark. But whereas she sensed the gentled beast inside Cole, the twins felt dark andforbidden.
And now Cole held her captive with his gaze, a carnal awareness that had her looking at her toes to escape theintensity.
She’d been embarrassed to stumble out in Cole’s T-shirt, but she’d quickly forgotten her lack of clothing in the presence of such an overwhelming air of rawpower.
She chanced a peek at Cole, but he didn’t look any calmer or tamer. The muscle in his jaw pulsed furiously, and he was staring at the closed front door as if he wanted to put a hole in it. Tentatively, Tomi approached him and laid her palm on the center of his chest. “Everythingokay?”
Cole blinked down at her. “It’s allgood.”
His large hand covered hers, and she immediately felt better. “How long was Iasleep?”
“Long enough to be ready for some lunch,” hesaid.
He was trying to be casual for her, but his eyes were still hardened with tension and the veins bulged on his arms. What kind of conversation had sheinterrupted?
“What were you talkingabout?”
“Nothing.” Cole studied her, his black eyes sweeping her from head to toe. She felt like he was probing hermind.
“That wasn’tnothing.”
“I’m not ready to talk about it,” he bit out. Then his hand scraped down his face and he looked away like he was fighting some inner battle. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m just…worried.”
Like she couldn’t tell that. The hurt inside him glinted off his skin in a way even a blind person could see. She was desperate to make him feel better. Tomi trailed a hand down his chest, across his belly, and skimmed lightly over the front of his pants. “I’mhungry.”
Cole’s chin dropped, and he stared hard at her. “Tomi.”
She could read his need in the harsh planes of this face. Deciding it was safe to take charge, she threaded her fingers through his and led him back to the bedroom. She pulled him inside and shut the door. Cole stood waiting for her, veins bulging down his forearms, hands at hissides.
He was suffering; she could feel it. From the tense way he stood, she knew he wasn’t ready to talk about why, but he clearly needed relief. Relief that she would gladly and willingly give. Without waiting for permission, she grabbed the hemline of his T-shirt and ripped it over her head, revealing her naked body for hisperusal.
Cole’s nostrils flared in reaction. Emboldened, Tomi grabbed the button of his trousers and pulled it open. Looking up at him, she slowly lowered hiszipper.
Cole grabbed her hands. “I thought you said you werehungry.”
She licked her lips, taking her time so that he would follow the tip of her tongue with his eyes. “I am hungry—foryou.”
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his pants and eased them down his thighs, going to her knees as she pulled them to the floor. He didn’t have on anyunderwear.
His cock, large and pulsing, stood proudly before her. She’d felt his immense size when he’d penetrated her, of course, but seeing him up close and personal was a whole different ballgame. In awe, she lifted her hand and circled his length, letting her fingertips lightly skim down his base. Cole closed his eyes and rocked up onto the balls of his feet. Encouraged by his outward show of pleasure, shecontinued.
Tomi circled his shaft with her hand and opened her mouth; taking his tip between her lips, she lightly flicked the sensitive nerve endings. Cole’s hands came down to her head and fisted in her hair, holding her in place so that she couldn’t move. “Fuck, your mouth feels sogood.”
His praise sent a thrill of pleasure straight to her core. Tomi hummed, closing her eyes, letting him feel how much she enjoyed giving him what he needed. When Cole’s fingers loosened slightly, she continued to take him deeper. He needed hernow.
He neededherto makehimlosecontrol.
A strong surge of feminine power overtook her, winding around her body. Cole’s vulnerability gave her the strength she needed to yield to her urges. He hadn’t once tried to take away her will—instead he’d fostered it, encouraged herboldness.
