“Here?” she whimpers as she rips her mouth away from mine, accepting that this is happening, and I nod before claiming back everything she’d just taken away. Everything I’d missed over the last…fuck I don’t even know how long it’s been, but I do know she’s all I want.
She’s all I see.
She’s all Ineed.
But she isn’t willing to give me what I want, and until she is, I’ll take whatever sheisready to give me.
“Here.” I nod, repeating her word without the question, kissing her again, but gentler this time. Deeper, slower and filled with a raw, aching passion.
Stepping backward, I take her hand in mine, leading her with me. My calves make contact with the couch behind me, and my knees buckle as I collapse on the couch. I lift her legs over my waist one at a time until she’s straddling me. Her hips buck, her pussy grinding against my cock, which strains against my jeans, waiting to be freed.
Her hands find the button and the zip, undoing them both before she pulls my dick out, stroking it with her fingertips. A growl rumbles through my chest.
Hiking her dress up, it sits over my lap and above her knees, and my hands snake higher up her thighs to slip her panties to the side. “Are you wet for me, Snow?” I ask in a low voice, and she nods frantically, moaning when my finger slides past her lips, circling the place I know she’s aching for me to touch. “That’s my good girl,” I whisper in her ear, and her whole body shudders.
“I want you, Cole.” She shakes her head. “Ineedyou,” she corrects, and I feel myself fighting the urge to ask her, beg her to tell me she needs me in more ways than this, but it isn’t the time.
It will probably never be the right fucking time.
Gripping me by the base, she hovers above me while directing my cock toward her entrance until she slowly slides down, gasping for air, and digging her nails into my shoulders.
“Fuck,” I hiss as she moans. Our movements are slow for her to adjust to my size, and I know she has when her speed increases. “You’re exactly what I need,” she moans, running her hands through my hair, her legs bent into a sitting position so I can drive myself deeper inside her until she stops her movements all together. “Fuck,” she shouts, both of us halting with me still inside of her.
“What’s wrong?” I pant, chest rising and falling in sync with hers.
“Condom. I was so desperate to feel you inside of me that we forgot about a condom,” she panics, her face flushed bright red with embarrassment, and I reassure her right away with a shake of my head.
“I’m clean. Are you on the pill?” She nods. “And you’re clean, too?” She nods again. “Then we have nothing to worry about. We don’t have to make a habit of it, but fuck, Snow, I can’t stop now that I know what it feels like to be inside you with nothing in between us, no barrier, just you and me.” I kiss her, and she deepens it, rocking her hips back and forth against me while I thrust into her, accepting that this is how it’s supposed to be.
We keep a steady pace, sweat beads forming on my forehead, my stomach and arm muscles tensing as I feel myself on the brink of release. Slamming herself down onto me one last time, she sends us both over the edge.
She attempts a scream, but I cover her mouth with mine, capturing it until both of our breathing relaxes, her forehead resting on mine.
“I know that was a quick one, but I promise you, I will make it up to you.” I pepper kisses along her jaw before she slowly guides her leg over my waist. “I didn’t realize how badly I missed you.” She pauses at my confession, her cheeks burning red and I back track. “Missedfeelingyou.” I clear my throat. “Missed being inside you.”
“Get on set, Mr. Big. You’re needed.” She plants a kiss on my lips that lingers before sending me on my way. I know that while there may be no hard feelings on her part, there are definitely feelings in whatever this is.
And that right there just proved I’m not alone in it.
Chapter thirty-six
Jenna
The creek scene.
God dammit.
I’ve been dreading it while impatiently waiting to witness it be filmed, and it was everything I hoped it wouldn’t be, and more.
It was hot.
It was steamy.
Every part of me wanted to rip off what little clothes Cole had on, while simultaneously clawing Mara’s eyeballs out of her stupid, pretty face.
I had to walk away.
I pretended to answer a call, turned my back toward the cast and crew, and rushed completely out of sight to catch my breath.
