“Really?”
“Don'tsound so surprised, Silver Bells.” With his eyes on me, he lowershis head and presses his lips to mine. I grip the back of his headand try to deepen the kiss, but he pulls back. “What did you thinkabout?”
“Us,together.” My voice is a shaky whisper. At this point, I’m amazed Ican even form words. “Doing normal stuff without an impendingdeadline hanging over us. And…this.”
“This?”He slides another finger inside me, picking up the pace. My eyessnap closed, head pressing into the pillow as I lift my hips andride his hand.
“This,” I repeat on a gasp. “Youtouching me. Kissing me. Us finishing what we started last year inNiagara Falls.”
His breath ghostsover my lips. “Open your eyes and look at me.” The low command inhis voice nearly makes me spontaneously combust. “Did you touchyourself when you thought of me?”
I makean affirmative noise that sounds like a whine. I’m so close and,while I wanted to comewithCole this time, I decide to ride this wave ofpleasure, remembering how he made me come twice in quick successionour only other time together.
Cole’s gaze dartslower as I slip my hand between us and caress one of my breasts. Hewatches my movements, biting his lip when I pinch and roll mynipple. With a low growl, he swoops down, and I move my hand asecond before his mouth closes around my nipple.
Between his tongueand teeth on my breast and his fingers working me into a frenzy, Idon’t last much longer. Cole lifts his head from my breast to kissme, swallowing my noises of pleasure as I shudder againsthim.
His fingerscontinue to move gently as I come down from the high of my orgasm.He rests his forehead against mine, laughing under his breath whenI release a gusty sigh of satisfaction. My senses snap back intosharp focus as Cole shifts and I feel his hard length press againstme through his underwear.
I scrape my nailsdown his chest and stomach, loving the way his muscles contractunder my fingers. When I reach his underwear, I grip the elasticband and shove them down, watching as his erection springs free.Cole goes very still, sucking in a sharp breath as I wrap myfingers around him. I run my thumb over the tip in the same lazyway he ran his thumb over my clit when he first touchedme.
He groans, closinghis eyes and dropping his head to my shoulder. His breathingbecomes erratic as I stroke him slowly, swirling my thumb over thehead with each pass. When my grip tightens, his head jerks up, eyesflying open. If I thought his eyes were dark before, they’re likebottomless pools now, and I want to dive right in and neverleave.
I don’t protestwhen his hand covers mine to stop my movements. It feels like allthe light and sound and air have been sucked out of the room as Iwait for what comes next. With a noise somewhere between a sigh anda growl, Cole removes my hand. I reach blindly for the night table,trying and failing to grasp the handle. The low, rough chuckle thatrumbles through Cole is almost enough to make me come a secondtime.
Mercifully, hetakes over condom duty, pulling the box from the drawer and freeinga foil packet. He pushes his underwear the rest of the way offbefore removing my panties and tossing them over his shoulder witha devilish grin. His eyes scan my naked body as he rolls the condomon and then settles once more between my legs.
I wrap myselfaround him, pulling him as close as I can. Our bodies rock togetherbefore Cole reaches between us to guide himself to my entrance. Hewatches me closely as he slides in inch by inch. I don’t realizeI’m holding my breath until our bodies meet again and Cole brusheshis lips over my forehead, whispering, “Breathe,Sylvie.”
The air rushes outof me on a soundless laugh, followed quickly by a moan as he pullsout and pushes back in. I lock my legs around his hips and grip hisbiceps as our bodies move together, finding a naturalrhythm.
Iwasn’t lying when I said I thought about Cole every single day thispast year. I tried not to, but I couldn’t help it. Sex isn’tsomething I typically take lightly, so our night together last yearmeant something to me, even though I knew it was possible we’d onlyhave that one night. Over the last twelve months, I’ve oftenimagined us randomly running into each other again, but I’ve alsopictured us going on dates and doing normal couple things. Moreoften than not, those fantasies led to X-rated visions that had mepressing my thighs together or touching myself to soothe the achebetween my legs. Nothing really soothed the ache in my heart,though.Thatacheremained present until we ran into each other this afternoon andeverything suddenly felt right with the world again.
But this—havingCole inside me after months of dreaming about it, having my sensesfilled with his touch and taste and scent—is better than anythingmy imagination ever conjured up.
Intense pressurebuilds deep in my core, causing darkness to creep in around theedges of my vision. I hold on to Cole like my life depends on it,clutching the rippling muscles of his back. With our bodies soclose, he’s angled just right to hit me exactly where I need him towith each powerful thrust. When I reach that peak of pleasure, itfeels like fireworks: bright, hot, and explosive. The sensationripples through my entire body, and I ride the wave for as long asI can.
Happy fuckingbirthday to me.
I continue togrind against Cole as he moves inside me. Through my post-orgasmhaze and tunnel vision, all I see is his beautiful face above me. Ipepper his cheeks and lips with kisses, and he lets out a grunt ofsurprised laughter. He’s still smiling when he buries his face inmy neck and his body shudders with his release.
My hands continueto roam over his back and hips, keeping him close for as long aspossible. I have no idea how much time passes before he pulls outof me and flops bonelessly to the side. We both laugh. He tells mehe’ll be right back and gives me a peck on the lips, but swoopsback in a second later for a long, deep kiss that has me tinglingall over again.
When he gets up togo to the bathroom, I scramble out of bed and grab my favoritesnowflake patterned housecoat from the chair where I tossed it thismorning. In my closet, I find a robe I know will fit Cole. I’veslipped into mine by the time he returns, although I didn’t get asfar as securing the front. Cole’s gaze trails appreciatively overmy exposed skin as he accepts the second robe and puts iton.
“Thisis really nice,” he says, running his fingers over the fluffymaterial. “And…familiar?” His fingers trace the emblem on thebreast pocket. He lifts his head slowly, his eyes positivelydancing with mirth as they meet mine. “Sylvie Bell, did youstealthis from the hotelin Niagara Falls?”
Hisscandalized tone makes me cackle. “Steal it? No, no, no, absolutelynot. Iaccidentallypacked it in my suitcase the day I left Niagara Falls. Icalled the hotel when I got home and happened to speak to the samewoman who had been at the front desk for most of my stay there. Iexplained how I’d been in a rush to get on the road before that bigsnowstorm hit, and the robe got mixed in with my stuff. She soundedhighly amused as she told me to consider it a Christmasgift.”
Cole laughs,shaking his head. “Well, that was lucky.”
“Right?I was prepared to pay a small fortune for the thing, but I knew itwould be worth it.”
Cole slides hishands inside my open robe and yanks me against him. “These robesare nice and all, but what do you say we ditch them and get backinto bed?”
I openmy mouth to answer in the affirmative when my stomach gives anembarrassingly loud growl. I groan and drop my forehead to Cole’schest, feeling his laughter vibrate against me. I can’t believe I’mhungry after all I ate at the diner, but I guess wedidjust work up anappetite.
“Whilegoing back to bed sounds nice, my stomach apparently has otherideas,” I say. “Why don’t we order an early dinner, open a bottleof wine, and you can tell me why you’re in Bellevue and how youended up at B&H Diner this afternoon.”
