Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
RAE
I stir awake to the soft light filtering through the curtains, my body heavy with that delicious post-sleep haze. My eyes flutter open, and there he is, Cole, sprawled out on his back beside me, taking up most of the bed like he owns it. God, he's so hot.
I roll over quietly, propping myself up on one elbow to drink him in.
All tall, muscular inch of him, from those broad shoulders that taper down to a chiseled chest, abs that look carved from stone, and legs that go on forever.
He's only wearing black boxer briefs, the fabric stretched tight over his hips, and damn, his cock is straining against the cotton, thick and hard, begging to be released.
It's like a promise waiting to be unwrapped, and heat pools low in my belly just looking at it.
I bite my lip, savoring the view for a moment longer.
He's still asleep, his breathing steady, one arm thrown over his head in that careless way that makes him look even more irresistible.
I can't resist. Quietly, I roll away from him, slipping out from under the sheets without making a sound.
Then, with a wicked grin I can't suppress, I crawl back up between his thighs, settling myself there like it's the most natural place in the world.
My hand reaches out first, fingers brushing lightly over the bulge in his briefs.
He twitches under my touch, but his eyes stay closed.
Emboldened, I hook my fingers into the waistband and tug them down just enough to free him.
His cock springs out, hard and heavy, the skin smooth and warm as I wrap my hand around the base.
I lean in, my breath ghosting over the tip before I take him into my mouth.
Nice and slow, just like I want it. I savor the glide of his thick, hard cock against my tongue, the way it fills me up as I slide down inch by inch.
My hand strokes what my mouth can't reach, twisting gently at the base while I hollow my cheeks and suck.
A low groan rumbles from his chest, and his hips shift slightly.
His eyes crack open, hazy with sleep and surprise, locking onto mine as I look up at him through my lashes.
"Rae..." he murmurs, his voice rough and gravelly, one hand coming down to tangle in my hair.
But he doesn't stop me, he just watches, his breath hitching as I take my time, drawing it out, letting the heat build between us.
The taste of him, salty and masculine, floods my senses.
I hum around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
My free hand trails up his thigh, nails scraping lightly over his skin, and I feel him throb in my mouth.
God, this is perfect, waking him up like this, claiming him in the quiet morning light.
No rush, just the slow, deliberate rhythm of my lips and tongue working him over, building him up until he's gripping the sheets, his muscles tensing under me.
I pull back for a second, just to tease, swirling my tongue around the head before diving back down.
His hand tightens in my hair, guiding but not forcing, and I love the way he lets me set the pace.
Slow, savoring every glide, every inch of him sliding deep.
This man, this ghost who's haunted my thoughts since that night at the bar, is mine right now, and I'm going to make sure he remembers it.
I take him deeper, my lips stretching around his thickness as I bob slowly, deliberately, letting my tongue trace the vein along the underside.
God, he tastes so good, like salt and heat and something uniquely him that makes my core ache with need.
I've wanted this since that first night he walked into the bar, all brooding silence and piercing eyes that saw right through me.
Who knew the quiet biker would end up in my bed, letting me have him like this?
His fingers tighten in my hair, not pulling, just holding on as his hips buck slightly.
I love that, the way he's trying to stay in control but failing because of what I'm doing to him.
He's mine to unravel, I think, a thrill shooting through me.
This big, tough guy, reduced to groans and twitches under my mouth.
Fuck, it's intoxicating. I hum again, feeling him pulse against my tongue, and glance up to see his head thrown back, jaw clenched like he's fighting the edge.
"Rae, baby..." he growls, his voice a rasp that sends shivers down my spine.
I don't stop, just suck harder, my hand pumping in sync with my mouth, slick from saliva and his precum.
He calls me baby like it's a prayer, my mind whispers.
Like I'm the only thing anchoring him right now.
Heat builds between my thighs, my own arousal pooling as I imagine him flipping me over, taking charge.
But not yet. This is my moment, my way of claiming him before the day pulls us apart.
I pull back with a wet pop, just to tease, swirling my tongue around the tip while my hand strokes him firmly.
His eyes meet mine, dark and hungry, and a smirk tugs at my lips.
Look at you, Ghost. All mine to play with.
Then I dive back down, taking him as deep as I can, savoring every inch until his breaths turn ragged, his muscles coiling tight.
Yeah, this is how I want to start every morning, with him unraveling at my touch.
That's enough, he growls, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my body like thunder.
His hands grip my hips firmly, pulling me up from between his thighs in one swift, possessive motion.
I slide along his hard length as he drags me over him, my knees straddling his waist, our skin slick and heated from the buildup.
Finally, I think, a rush of anticipation flooding me.
He's taking control, just like I wanted.
This man, all muscle and quiet intensity, knows exactly how to make me melt.
My heart races as our bodies align, his cock pressing insistently against my core, but he doesn't rush there yet.
Instead, he cups the back of my head, his fingers clawing through my messy hair, tugging just enough to send a delicious sting across my scalp.
He kisses me deeply, his mouth claiming mine with a hunger that steals my breath.
His tongue sweeps in, tangling with mine, tasting of sleep and desire.
I moan into him, my hands bracing on his chest, nails digging into the firm planes of his muscles.
God, he kisses like he owns me, my mind whispers, heat coiling tighter in my belly.
Like he's been holding back all night, waiting for this moment to devour me whole.
I love it, the way he pulls my hair back, exposing my neck, making me arch into him.
His other hand roams down my back, pressing me closer, our bodies grinding together in a slow, teasing rhythm that promises more.
I break the kiss just enough to gasp, my lips brushing his as I whisper, "Cole..." But he silences me with another fierce kiss, his growl vibrating against my mouth. He's not done yet, I realize with a thrill. And neither am I.
His hand in my hair tightens just enough to tilt my head back, exposing my throat as his mouth trails down from my lips, nipping at the sensitive skin there.
A shiver races through me, my nipples hardening against his chest. God, yes, take me like this, I think, my body arching into him instinctively.
I've missed this possession, the way he makes me feel owned and cherished all at once.
His free hand slides down my side, fingers digging into my hip as he flips us over in one fluid motion, pinning me beneath his massive frame.
His cock, still hard and slick from my mouth, presses against my thigh, teasing me with its heat.
"You're in so much trouble, baby," Cole growls against my ear, his voice low and rough, laced with that edge of dominance that makes my core clench.
He grinds his hips down, the thick length of him sliding along my wet folds without entering, making me whimper.
"You think you can wake me up like that, tease me with that pretty little mouth, and not pay for it?
" His teeth graze my earlobe, sending sparks straight to my clit.
He's right, I started this fire, and now I'm burning up in it.
But damn, it feels good to be the one who lit the match.
I gasp as his hand leaves my hair to trail down my body, cupping my breast and thumbing my nipple until it's a tight peak.
"Cole, please..." I beg, my nails raking down his back, leaving red trails on his skin.
He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through me as he pinches just hard enough to make me arch off the bed.
"Oh, no, Rae. You've been pushing me away for too damn long.
" He shifts, his mouth latching onto my other breast, sucking hard while his tongue flicks the tip.
I moan, my hips bucking up to seek friction, but he holds me down with his weight.
"Made us wait all this time because you were scared or stubborn or whatever the fuck it was.
But that's over now. You're not getting away from me again.
" His hand slips between us, fingers finding my slick entrance and circling my clit slowly, torturously.
He's punishing me with pleasure, drawing it out until I'm desperate.
And I love every second, it's dirty and sweet, like he's reclaiming what's always been his.