Chapter 11 #2
“I mean it.” His thumb traced my bottom lip. “You’re everything.”
He kissed me. Slow. Deep. The kind of kiss that promised exactly what was coming.
His hands slid down my sides, unhooked my bra. It joined the dress on the floor.
Cool air hit my skin. My nipples hardened.
Cole’s gaze dropped. Heated.
“These, too.” He hooked his fingers in my panties, slid them down.
But instead of using his hands, he knelt.
Took the lace between his teeth.
Dragged them down my legs with aching slowness.
I gripped his shoulders to keep from collapsing.
“You’re evil.”
“You love it.” He looked up at me, still on his knees, my panties dangling from his mouth.
I laughed despite the heat flooding my body. “You look ridiculous.”
He tossed them onto the floor and grinned. “But you’re turned on anyway.”
“Shut up and ravage me already.”
“As my wife commands.” He stood and guided me to the bed. “Lie down.”
I did.
He stepped back. Unbuttoned his shirt. One button at a time.
“You’re killing me.”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“I’m not patient or virtuous.”
His body was ridiculous. Broad shoulders. Defined arms. The tattoo over his ribs that I’d traced a hundred times.
He reached for something on the nightstand. A single rose from the bouquet.
“What are you doing?”
He brushed the petals across my cheek. Feather-light.
Down my neck.
Over my collarbone.
I trembled.
The rose circled my breast. Spiraled inward. Grazed my nipple.
My back arched off the bed.
“I thought you might like that.”
“Cole. Please. I need…”
“I know what you need.” He trailed the rose down my stomach. “But I’m going to make you wait for it.”
“That’s cruel.”
“It’ll be worth it. Plus, that’s marriage.” He brushed the petals across my hip. Down my thigh. “You signed the paperwork. No take-backs.”
Despite everything, I laughed.
He traced the inside of my leg with the rose. Up. Down. Never quite touching where I needed him most.
“If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to…”
“What?” He looked up, eyes wicked. “Tell me what you’re going to do.”
“I don’t know. Something.”
“Promises, promises.” He tossed the rose aside. “Besides, I think you like it when I’m in control.”
My breath caught.
He stood. Unbuckled his belt. The sound of metal and leather made my mouth go dry.
His pants hit the floor.
The bulge in his boxers was obscene.
“See something you like, wife?”
“Get over here.”
“So bossy.” But he crawled onto the bed. Prowled over me like a predator.
His mouth found my neck. My collarbone. The curve of my breast.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and the pleasure hit so hard I cried out.
“Sensitive.” He moved to the other breast. Circled it with his tongue. “I’m going to enjoy teasing every single spot that makes you fall apart.”
“Cole.”
His hand slid between my thighs and found me soaked.
“Fuck.” His voice went rough. “You’re so ready for me.”
“Then do something about it.”
His fingers circled. Teased. Never quite giving me what I needed.
I grabbed his wrist. Tried to guide him where I wanted him.
He pulled back.
“Naughty girl.” He stood, walked to the dresser. “I guess I’m going to have to tie you up.”
My eyes went wide.
He returned with silk sashes.
“Where did you get those?”
“Planned ahead.” He knelt at the foot of the bed. “Spread your legs.”
I hesitated.
“Autumn, do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Then spread your legs.”
I did.
He tied one ankle to the bedpost. Then the other. The silk was soft but secure.
I was spread open. Vulnerable. Completely at his mercy.
It should have terrified me.
Instead, I’d never been more turned on.
Cole crawled up my body. His erection pressed against my thigh.
So close.
I arched, trying to get friction.
He grabbed my wrists. Pinned them above my head.
“If you want to stop, just say the word.”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
He smiled. Tied my left wrist. Then my right.
I lay there spread-eagle on our bed, covered in rose petals, completely naked and helpless.
Cole stood beside the bed, looking at me.
“I could look at you like this forever.”
“Or,” I pulled at the restraints, “you could touch me.”
“I plan to.” He stripped off his boxers.
His cock sprang free. Hard and ready.
My mouth watered.
He knelt on the bed between my spread legs. His breath warmed my inner thigh.
“Please.”
His tongue flattened against me.
Licked up my center in one long stroke.
I arched and nearly came off the bed. The restraints held.
“Fuck. Cole. I—”
He did it again. Slower this time.
Then his tongue found my clit.
Circled it.
Sucked it.
I pulled at the silk, desperate for something to hold on to.
He slid two fingers inside me. Curled them just right.
The pressure built. Fast. Overwhelming.
“I’m going to…”
He stopped.
Pulled away completely.
“What? Why?”
He kissed my inner thigh. “Not yet.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
He was right. I didn’t.
His fingers slid back inside me. His mouth returned to my clit.
He brought me right to the edge.
Then stopped.
“Cole, I swear to God—”
“What? You’ll divorce me?” He smirked. “We’ve been married for three hours.”
“Please. Husband. Make me come.”
The word “husband” did something to him.
His eyes went dark.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
His mouth sealed over my clit. His fingers thrust deep.
The orgasm slammed into me like a freight train.
I screamed his name. Pulled at the restraints. Rode wave after wave until I couldn’t breathe.
Cole didn’t stop. He licked me through it. Gentle now. Drawing it out until I was shaking.
“I could do that every day and never get tired of it.”
“I might die.”
“What a way to go.” He looked up at me, his lips glistening. “Ready for more?”
“I don’t think I can—”
He untied my legs. Left my wrists bound.
Then he positioned himself at my entrance.
“Sure about that?”
He pushed inside slowly. Just the tip at first, then inch by inch in one slow thrust.
My body stretched to accommodate him. Pleasure and pain that made my eyes roll back.
“Oh God.”
He pulled out. Thrust again. He set the rhythm. Deep. Steady.
I wrapped my legs around him. Pulled him deeper.
“Harder.”
“Bossy wife.”
But he obeyed.
His hips snapped against mine. The sound of our bodies filled the room.
I felt it building again. Impossible. I’d just come.
But there it was. Tightening. Spiraling.
“Cole. I’m—”
“I know. I can feel you.” His voice was strained. “Come for me, Autumn. Let me feel it.”
I shattered.
Clenched around him so hard he shouted.
Three more thrusts and he followed. Spilled inside me with my name on his lips.
We collapsed together. Breathing hard. Covered in sweat and rose petals.
He untied my wrists. Kissed the marks the silk had left.
“You okay?”
“Better than okay.”
He lifted me. Carried me to the bathroom.
Started the shower.
Washed my hair with gentle hands. Soaped my body. Rinsed me clean.
Then himself.
We dried off. Stumbled back to bed.
I curled onto his side, my head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady under my ear.
I’d spent so many years thinking I was broken. That my divorce, my struggles, and my walls made me unlovable.
I wasn’t broken, and Cole hadn’t fixed me. He’d just loved me. All of me, and I loved him back.
We’d built this.
Together.
A life neither of us had planned, but both of us chose. Every single day.
“I love you,” he murmured into my hair.
“Forever,” I promised.
And meant it with everything I had.