“Cole,” I say, my voice trembling. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable.”
His eyes widen. I grab the front of his shirt in my fists and crush my mouth to his. It’s not a gentle kiss. I’m devouring him. A ragged groan tears from his chest, and his arms lock around me, lifting me clean off my feet.
“Tell me you’re sure,” he growls against my mouth, his breath hot on my skin. “Because if I take you to my room, I’m not letting you go until you can’t remember your name.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I gasp, nipping at his lower lip.
That’s all the permission he needs. He carries me up out of the living room, his mouth never leaving mine, his hands gripping me like he’ll never let go. He kicks his bedroom door open and lays me down on his bed, follows me down, then covers my body with his.
It’s a frenzy of hands and mouths and desperate, hungry sounds.
Cole pulls off his shirt, and I rake my nails down the hard planes of his chest. He unzips my dress with a sharp tug, peeling the fabric away from my skin like he’s unwrapping something he’s been desperate for.
“Look at you,” he breathes, his eyes dark with hunger as he looks down at me, bare except for my lace panties. “Fuck, Harper. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He dips his head and takes my nipple into his mouth, and I cry out, arching off the bed. His hand slides down my stomach, slipping under the edge of my panties.
“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his fingers finding my clit then he circles it with a pressure that makes me see stars. “Is this for me?”
“Yes,” I moan, bucking against his hand. “Only you.”
He hooks his fingers in my panties and pulls them down my legs, tossing them aside. He stands just long enough to take off his pants and boxer briefs, and then he’s back, his naked body pressing me into the mattress.
Every point of contact sends a current of pure need through me. “Please, Cole,” I beg, my voice breaking as I arch my hips,trying to guide him to where I need him most. “I just need you inside me. I need to feel you. Now.”
His eyes, dark with a hunger that mirrors my own, lock onto mine. “You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that.”
He reaches into his nightstand, fumbling for a moment before tearing open a foil packet. I watch, breathlessly, as he sheathes himself.
Then he braces himself above me. “I’ve dreamed about this,” he says, his voice raw with need. “I’m not going to last long, Harper.”
“I don’t care.” I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Just fuck me, Cole. Please.”
He lets out a guttural sound and pushes into me, filling me in one long, perfect stroke. We both cry out, the sensation so intense, it borders on pain. He stills, buried deep, his forehead pressed to mine.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants. “You feel like heaven.”
Then he begins to move, and all coherent thought vanishes. It’s pure, animal instinct. Each thrust is deep and punishing and exactly what I need.
“You take me so good,” he grunts, his pace relentless. “So fucking good. Your sweet, tight pussy was made for me.”
His dirty talk unravels me completely. I clutch at his back, my nails digging into his skin, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Tell me you’re close,” he demands, his breath hot in my ear. He reaches between us and plays with my clit. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
“Oh my God, Cole…” The tension inside me snaps, and my orgasm shatters through me, violent and all-consuming. I scream his name into his shoulder as my body convulses around him.
My climax does something to him because in the next second, he roars as he drives into me one last time, his entire body shuddering as he pours himself into me. He collapses on top of me, both of us gasping and slick with sweat.
For a long time, the only sound is our ragged breathing slowly returning to normal. He shifts his weight off me but pulls me tightly against his side, my head on his chest. His heart is still hammering under my ear.
He presses a kiss to my sweaty temple. “I take back my apology,” he murmurs, his voice drowsy and satisfied.
A breathy laugh escapes me. “Good.”
He holds me closer. “Stay right here.”
As I come down from my high, reality slams into me.
