8
COLE
I slide my palms up Jenna’s silky thighs and tuck my fingers beneath the soft fabric of her panties, gripping her ass and drawing her closer to me. Nuzzling my way along her jaw, I nip at her chin with my teeth before working my way down her slender neck. Licking. Tasting. God …biting. I know I’m being rough, but I can’t stop myself. The moment my mouth crushed against hers a primal instinct in me took over and all reasonable thought vanished from my brain.
I pull her hips into mine again, forcing her to rub against my erection, and the moan that passes her lips makes my cock strain against the cotton of my boxer briefs. The need to be inside of her is almost unbearable. Hell, she must feel that same need, because she pulls my face back to hers and kisses me feverishly. Her fingers twist into my hair, guiding me how she wants to be kissed, and then—fuck—she starts grinding against me. I take hold of her nightshirt and lift it over her head, tossing it to the floor and exposing her taut stomach and perfect breasts. Leaning forward, I dip my tongue out to taste her skin before drawing one beaded nipple into my mouth. The soft sounds of her satisfaction as I suck and massage her breasts intensify my want for her.
“Jenna, baby,” I murmur against her neck as I palm her breast. “I’m gonna need you to get out of these panties, because if I do it, I’m just going to just rip the fucking things off of you.”
She laughs softly as she turns to look at me and pushes herself from my lap. Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she holds onto my gaze and slides the pink cotton down her legs. I lift my hips and remove my boxers, throwing them with the other articles of clothing we have tossed around thisroom,and reach for her. Her knees rest on eithersidesof my thighs, and we lock eyes as she slowly lowers herself onto me. Inch by inch, I’m surrounded by her warmth and I groan from the ecstasy of it all. And then she starts to move, long, rhythmic movements of her pelvis against mine, and I feel like this is the closest to heaven that I’ll ever get.
I’ve needed this, needed her for a long time. And now that I’ve had her, I don’t ever plan on letting her go.
I lean forward again and take her nipple into my mouth as she continues to ride me, and I start to feel that telltale sign of my impending orgasm. I haven’t had sex in forever, so it’s a miracle I’ve lasted even this long. But I refuse to come before her. Taking her ass in my hands, I hold her tight and quickly switch our positions, earning a startled gasp from Jenna as I place her where I was just sitting. I settle myself on my knees in front of her and push her legsfurtherapart and into the sofa cushions as I slowly move in and out of her.
“Mmmm.” She moans and digs her fingers into the cushion behind her head. “Yes, just like that.”
And I give it to her,just like that. Her muscles grow tighter around me, and I realize she’s close but—goddammit—so am I. Reaching between us, I stroke my thumb between her soft curls to find that sweet spot of pleasure and rub.
Jenna’s whole bodytensesand her hips buck off of the sofa. “Oh my gosh,Cole.” My name flows from her lips on one of the sexiest moans I’ve heard from her yet, and I’ve got to admit it’s fucking hot as hell.
“Say it again,” I tell her and grit my teeth as I try to hold off my orgasm. My thumb and hips move faster, harder, and I feel her squeeze tighter.
“Cole,” she breathes, barely able to speak. Her hands fly down to my forearms and her fingernails dig into my skin. “Cole! Oh!”
Jenna’s back arches off of the sofa as her muscles spasm around me, and I’m toast. I come harder than I’ve ever come in my entire life and keep pumping into her because it feels too fucking good to stop.
As I drift back to reality from one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had, a pang of panic hits me. “Shit,” I mumble.
Jenna’s eyelids flutter open as she catches her breath and looks to me. “What’s the matter?”
“I didn’t use …” I shake my head and ease myself out of her, immediately missing her closeness. “Fuck. Jenna, I’m so sorry.”
She sits up and brushes her fingertips along my jaw. “I didn’t exactly try to stop you.” A soft smile curves herkiss-swollenlips. “I’m perfectly healthy and take birth control. So unless you’ve got something you need to tell me, I think we’re okay.”
“I’m good,” I assure her. “Healthy as a horse.”
The corner of her bottom lip tucks between her teeth as her eyes spark with lust. “Hung like one, too.”
My eyes widen as I hold her gaze and a grinsplitsmy face. “That’s quite a dirty mouth you have there, Miss Olsen.” I stand up and pull her with me, plastering her naked body against mine before reaching down to blow out the candle. “Let’s go put it to good use.”
“If I were to ask you something,” Jenna says. Her head is resting against my chest and her fingers are splayed across my abs as we lie in bed. “Would you answer me truthfully?”
I move the tips up my fingers up and down her spine with a feather-light touch. “Sure.”
“Where’ve you been the past four years?” she asks, snuggling her naked body closer to mine. “And why did you leave?”
Taking a deep breath, I look to the open window and watch the sheer curtains flow with the soft breeze. The storm passed almost an hour ago and left behind a cool, calm summer night—which I am more than grateful for since we still didn’t have any electricity. “It’s not a pretty story, Jenna.”
“Please,” she says softly.
I rest my palm against her back and release a loaded sigh. “I just couldn’t be here anymore. After we got back and I was released from the hospital, everyone seemed so happy to see me, and it just … killed me. Adam was dead, and people were happy that I was alive. It didn’t make any sense to me. And every time I’d hear how lucky I was or how a higher being must’ve been looking out for me, I just got angry. So I packed up and left, not knowing where I was going but knowing I needed to get away.” I leave out the detail about the fight Mark and I had—the fight that triggered my disappearance in the middle of the night.
“Where’d you go?”
“West,” I tell her. “Kentucky, Tennessee, New Mexico—never staying in one place for too long. No matter where I went, it always seemed that something would remind me of what I was running from, and the pain I tried to escape from always caught up with me. I remember one night hitting up a local honky-tonk and just drowning myself in tequila. The numbness was exactly what I’d been looking for, so I kept it up. Every night. Every day. For almost three years.”
Her arm tightens around my waist. “Oh, Cole.” Her voice sounds a little wobbly, and it makes me want to end my story right there. But I continue, knowing she wants to hear this—needsto hear it.
