Chapter 43
Chapter Forty-Three
SIERRA
God. That feels good. Clouds of steam whirl around me as the hot water soaks into my bones. I moan as I sluice the water up and over my hair. “Best shower ever.”
The white shower curtain jangles on the rod. Cole’s standing outside the tub. The only thing he’s wearing is a protective gleam in his eyes.
Besides that, he’s all beautifully chiseled, naked hotness.
His eyes skim over me as a small grin tilts his sexy lips. “I’d second that.”
With grace and power, he steps in behind me, wrapping me up in his delicious strength.
I sag back into him. “Ah. Now, that feels really good. I knew I was missing something.”
“I couldn’t stay away.”
“Glad to hear I have that affect on you.”
With gentle hands, he soaps me up and shampoos my hair with minty smelling hotel products. I love every second of it. Arching and purring, I stretch like a kitten under his touch.
After he’s rinsed me, his lips trace my neck as he plants kisses there. The water streams over both of us.
Cole’s very quiet. More so than usual. “You’re worrying. I can tell.”
He turns gruff. “You don’t know me.”
I smile, even though he can’t see it. “I think I know more about you than you think. What’s on your mind?”
He sighs. There’s a dark heaviness in his breath. “I just can’t get the images out of my head.”
I have a feeling I already know. “Which image, sweetheart?”
He’s silent a long time. His hands run over my body. Gentle. He’s so damned gentle. He finally tells me. “You, bound, bleeding, in that fucking cage.”
I was right. Slowly I turn in his arms until my slippery front is pressed against his slippery front. “I’m safe. Look at me.”
I frame his handsome face, cup his square jaw in my hands. “You saved me.” I reach up and press my lips to his.
He kisses me, but just briefly, then his hands glide up my forearms until he’s got my wrists cupped gently in his grip.
He’s careful not to compress the marks the restraints left. He turns them so he can look at the tattered skin. There’s agony in his beautiful eyes. “I hate this.”
“They already feel better. I’m sure it was your excellent care.”
He grunts. “Liar.”
“I’m not lying. They do feel better.”
His piercing eyes lock on mine. I pull my hands from his and frame his face again. “I’m fine, babe. We need to think about something positive.” I smooth my fingertips over his eyes, pulling his lids down. “Take a deep breath.”
He settles his hands on my waist as his big rib cage rises and falls slowly. I watch his emotions flicker behind his closed lids.
I wish I could take away all his pain and agony.
In a whispery voice, I try to soothe him.
“That’s it. Now, picture our Christmas tree.
I’m sitting on the couch next to you. The house is toasty warm from the roaring fire you built.
Rudolph’s playing on the radio. And we’ve got a mug of my superior hot chocolate.
It’s snowing buckets outside. And we’ve got nothing to do, but each other. ”
Cole’s brow softens, and a growl purrs inside his chest. “For days…”
I release my thumbs from his eyes. “Think you’re up for the job?”
His lids flip up. In a low, rough voice he makes himself very clear. “Woman—do I need to remind you that I’m on fire for you?”
I can’t hold back my grin. “A little demo couldn’t hurt.”
He narrows his eyes. There’s playfulness in them now. “Little? There’s nothing little about me.”
Oh, how true that statement is. And I’m not just talking about his apparatus or those mountain sized shoulders. I’m talking about the heart beating inside of his broad chest.
His hand glides from my hip around to my throbbing clit. With a little pinch, he teases me.
Yes. I need that touch.
I shiver and close my eyes as I let my hands glide over his body.
This is what I need. To forget everything in his touch.
My memories differ from Cole’s, but just as dark. And I know it’s going to take work for us both to move beyond everything that’s happened. But right now, I need to feel alive and safe. That’s all I want. To feel my hero loving me.
I jump when his mouth grazes my nipple. I draw in a breath and let my pleasure show on a throaty moan. “Mmmm.”
His delicious, hot, wet kiss moves up my chest. A trail of little sucks and nips. Then Cole stops to linger on my collarbone.
I’m slowly turning into a panting, shivery mess. “God, your mouth feels so good—”
My words are cut off short when his tongue pushes into my mouth. Ah. There he is. Demanding. Letting go of his thoughts and losing himself in the heat between us.
The kiss is hard and deep and perfect in every way.
I surrender myself completely to him as he shows me what words can never convey.
Yes. This.
With greedy hands, he pulls me tighter against him, pressing his pulsing, steel hard erection between us.
We’re breathless and glued together. Not a millimeter of space, not even water can get between us. He hinges back just enough to look into my eyes.
“I will not hurt your ribs, so we have to take it easy.”
“They’re just bruised, according to the x-rays.”
His scowl deepens before he turns me around to face the front wall of the big shower. “Bruised, but hurting.”
I reach for the wall. The rough gray stone is cool below my palms, a stark contrast to the hot water raining down on us and the fire that’s growing inside of me.
He plants one of his gigantic hands on the wall above me. A delicious shiver races down my back. I love him in this position because his size dwarfs me.
“So sexy,” he murmurs.
“Mmmm.” I’m out of words.
While he says he’s going to go easy, his fingers are still demanding as he glides them through my slick folds. I spread my feet wider when he nudges his thigh between my shaking legs.
Please. I ache for him to fill me.
Cole leans in next to my ear and whispers, “I love feeling this. Knowing you’re ready for me.”
I’m breathless. “Cole, I am. I always am for you.”
His fingers press into my throbbing pussy. My moan locks up in my chest as he strokes me. Oh, my sweet demise…
When he suddenly pulls them out, I whimper.
“Mmm, you taste incredible.” The sound of him sucking my wetness off of his fingers sends a spasm of pleasure into me.
I press my legs together as he raises his fingers to my lips. Without hesitation, I take his broad middle finger into my mouth, sucking my own juices, feeling the rough skin of the finger that was just deep inside of me.
He groans and leans into me. “So fucking hot. I’m gonna own that sweet little body of yours now. Are you ready?”
“God, yessss.”
Water streams over my back, tingling along all my nerve endings. I’m electric with need for him.
He presses his thick, hot head between my cheeks. I shiver as he glides along my folds, coating himself with my dripping juices. Before he penetrates me, he wraps his hand around my body, pressing his fingers wide over my womb.
“Tell me what you want, Sierra.”
I’m breathless. My heart pounds in my pussy. “You, Cole, deep inside of me.”
He thrusts in, just the head. The friction is pure perfection.
In a voice deep as midnight, he teases me. “More?”
Desperation makes me moan. “Yes, more. All of you, please.”
Pulling me back against him, he fills me in one long, slow stroke. His cock is so big. It reaches deep inside and presses against his hand where it’s covering my tummy.
I love it. Having him so deep inside of me feels so complete.
“Cole…” I moan and shiver.
He growls and thrusts into me again. “Mine. Mine. Mine, Sierra.” He strokes into me twice more, as his fingers slide down and begin circling my clit.
My eyes are closed, my brain soaking in the sensations as he angles more to hit my g-spot. His strokes get harder.
His voice grows rough. “God, you’re tight. That feels so good. But I want you eye-to-eye with me.”
I blink. Dazed with pleasure. “Okay...”
He flips off the water and swings me up into his arms. We don’t make it far. He grabs a towel and tosses it on the counter, then settles me on the edge. “Stay just like that. Open for me.”
I spread my thighs instantly, and he moves so his glistening head is touching my center. “Look at me.”
He tips my chin up. His eyes are molten fire, burning with need and fueled by emotion. “I love you.”
My words come out broken. “Oh, Cole. I love you.”
With his hand on my low back, he drives into me. I gasp. My lashes flutter.
“Look at me. Stay with me.” I tip my head back and meet his burning gaze again.
Raw, and powerful, his eyes devour me.
Pure bliss. My heart is full. My body is owned.
Cole kisses me tenderly. “I’m never letting you go again.”
I dig my fingers hard into his shoulders. I whisper back. “I know. We were meant to be together. I’m sorry...”
His lips drop to mine, cutting me off, and everything in me stills as he kisses me with more passion than ever before.
Long. Deep. Wet. Wild. Utterly owning me.
My heart flutters and throbs as it tries to break free of my chest. The feelings inside are too big to stay locked up in there. They want to take flight, rise to the clouds, and dance in the moonlight.
Soon, we can’t hold the kiss, our lungs are starved for air as our bodies collide over and over again.
I’m lost. So in love. So humbled by this man.
When I come, tears pour from my eyes. Beautiful, heartfelt tears.
He kisses them away. “Baby, Sierra. Sweetheart. My Sierra.”
For long minutes, we stay locked together. Our foreheads pressed tight against each other.
Cole pulls me deeper into his arms. “Best Christmas present ever.”
My heart glows warm. I could never have dreamed it could be this good. As I snuggle into Cole, I smile through my tears. “I can’t wait to go home.”
He nips at my ear. His voice is deliciously rough. “You better be talking about Utah.”
My smile gets so big my cheeks cramp up. I hug him fiercely. “I’m with you, babe, because home is wherever you are.”