CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Ginger
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Ginger
T he door to the house slams shut behind us and Cole doesn’t even bother to lock it as he sets me down, slides his jacket off and tosses it on the bench.
We say nothing as I stand before him in my ripped dress, panting like I just did a grueling workout. My hair is askew, half hanging down my back, and I’m sure my makeup is a mess. But Cole looks at me like he’s never wanted anything more. He starts a slow tug on his tie as he stalks toward me. I automatically back up as a dark expression, absorbing every part of me, clouds his features. He towers over me and uses his free hand to pull the clip from my hair.
It tumbles down around my shoulders as his tie comes loose. His hand winds into my waves and he pulls me close, using it as leverage. I whimper as my body is pulled flush against his.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, the tone of his voice sending little ripples of desire down my spine. His words, and the idea of him naked before me, is too much to bear. I lose all patience and reach up, pressing my lips to his, not wanting to wait one more second, yanking at his shirt as I kiss his neck. Buttons go flying as it comes open and we make quick work of pulling it off him. I slide my hands over his smooth hard chest as his mouth comes back down to mine.
But I’m desperate for more. I feel like my skin is on fire and we haven’t even made it past the living room.
My hands find his shoulders, his strong arms, the nape of his neck, as he kisses me and slides his hands down my back, gripping me tight as he hoists me up and carries me into his room, never once pulling his lips from mine.
He deposits me on the massive bed, my back to his soft duvet. He hovers over me, biting the skin he exposes as he begins sliding the dress from my body, kissing back over the sting he leaves in his wake, taking his sweet time.
“The struggle between kissing you and marking you the fuck up … it’s damn near impossible to decide which one I want more,” he mutters into my neck, “I’ve never needed someone like I need you. I’m trusting you to tell me if anything I do is too much.”
“Fuck,” I moan as he continues to trade between both. All the while his hands never stop moving, feverishly roaming every part of me. “Don’t hold back, Cole, you won’t break me. I want it all .”
“Ginger …” Cole trails off, a warning.
“I’ll tell you, I promise,” I say and then his lips are on mine again.
How many nights have I dreamt about this? How many times have I pictured him as he is now, hovered over me? The reality of what we’re doing consumes me as I realize my fantasies can’t even compare. My dress is pulled completely off and hits the floor, and suddenly I’m under him in just my thong. His whiskey eyes stare down at me in the lamplit room.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes out as his gaze swallows me whole. He trails one finger slowly between the valley of my breasts as my chest heaves in a shallow pant. I’m normally fairly confident, but splayed out like this under Cole—this godlike specimen of a man who’s had so many women, most of whom are spectacular—feels a little intimidating.
As if he senses my momentary self-doubt, he bends down and kisses me.
“Hey.” His brow furrows like he’s in pain as he brushes a piece of hair off my forehead. “Don’t you dare. You have no idea what you do to me … You’re fucking mouthwatering, Ginger.”
Cole licks his lips, and I let his words wash over me, allowing me to bloom under his worshipping gaze. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, then slide them down over his muscled shoulders.
Our feverish movements from earlier slow as Cole trails kisses down my neck, cresting one pearled nipple with his thumb while he pulls the other into his mouth. I let my eyes flutter shut and give into his touch, bucking my hips up to meet his body. I writhe against him as he toys with me for so long it’s almost excruciating; licking, sucking, nipping my breasts as his eyes keep a close watch on my face and body, taking in how I respond to his touch. One large hand moves down my center over the lace of my thong.
“Fuck yes,” Cole breathes when he feels how wet I am for him. His lips start at my stomach, kissing their way down. “Look at this tight little cunt weeping for me, begging to be used and properly fucked.”
I swallow and try to keep my breathing steady as his middle finger presses firmly against my clit through the lace of my panties.
“These are just in the way,” he says as he pulls them from my body in one fluid movement and tosses them to the floor over his shoulder.
“You don’t have to rip every single thing I wear,” I tell him, breathless.
“Being gentle just takes too goddamn long,” he says, looking over my naked form.
“Now, I want to taste my wife,” he groans as he moves between my legs.
I feel like I might hyperventilate as he settles there, taking in every stretch of skin and focusing on my dripping pussy. He looks up at me from between my legs. His piercing eyes meet mine, full of hunger. The sight is so organic, so fucking stunning, and right now it’s all mine .
“Spread wide, Ginger. Feed me this pussy.”
Oh my God.
I’m having an out-of-body experience as the flat of his tongue slides through my slit then flicks tortuous strokes against my clit. “ Cole ,” I whisper as he repeats the process before suctioning his lips against my clit.
I can’t keep track of his movements as he buries himself against me, then in me, his mouth working with expert precision. I can’t control the sounds that leave me as he makes a meal of me, because never, ever, have I felt a man do this.
What even is this? Who fucking cares, just—
“Please don’t stop. You’re so …” I say as he continues his sweet exploration, thrusting two fingers into me, then pulling my clit back into his mouth. “So … fucking good,” I manage to whisper as I feel the tension building. My chest heaves and I gasp for air as I feel the orgasm slowly roll through my center. My back arches off the bed and, just as I think I can’t take anymore, Cole curves his fingers and hits a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I cry out as I ascend to wherever Cole’s tongue is sending me.
“Fuck ,” he whispers as he laps both me and the mess I’m making up. “Good girl, Ginger. Fuck my face … come all over my tongue.”
A low rumble leaves his chest as he rises over me, simultaneously gripping my thighs and yanking me down the bed under him. The raw masculinity and control that Cole exudes as his hands knead into my skin have me desperate for him again already. I want Cole to touch me everywhere and never stop. He’s completely in his element, not a hint of hesitation.
He kisses me slowly, as if he has all the time in the world. The taste of me lingers on his lips, on his tongue, and I fully lose myself again. Finding it hard to breathe, finding him intoxicating.
How the hell is it even possible to want him this much?
He stands and I whimper with the loss of contact.
“Patience, greedy girl,” he says as he frees himself from his pants and boxers simultaneously.
“Oh my God ,” I say, my mouth falling open as I take in his size. Cole’s eyes follow mine as they blaze a trail over his body. He’s not self-conscious as he stands before me, his cock hard and pointing straight at me. A small smile plays on his lips as he wraps his hand around himself, stroking instinctively. Tiny beads of pre-cum leak from his tip and the overwhelming urge to take him into my mouth consumes me.
“Something wrong?” he asks rhetorically with the smug look I know so well on his face.
Of course this man has a huge dick. Why am I even surprised?
“No. Although now I know why I was so sore the next morning in Vegas,” I say, my eyes feasting on the way Cole’s flawless abs blend into the deep V that is lined with veins, rigid now and probably pushing all the blood in his body to that perfect cock.
The man is a goddamn phenomenon.
“Ginger,” Cole says, tracking my gaze.
Look alive, Danforth. I snap my eyes back up to his.
Cole crawls on top of me with fire in his eyes. It’s the type of look that says he knows how hot he is, a look every one-night stand he’s ever had has seen. I tense at the thought. I won’t be the same woman he sleeps with every weekend. One that he takes and has his way with however he wants, only to pat her on the ass and send her packing. I refuse.
I prop myself up on my elbows to meet him as he bends down to meet my lips. I slide my hand down and bravely press my palm to his cock. Taking control.
“We’ll take it nice and slow. It’ll feel good, I promise,” he murmurs against my skin.
I narrow my eyes at him. I’m two orgasms deep and he’s still sitting in the queue.
“That’s right, baby,” I purr into his ear as I stroke him. “ I will make it feel good.”
Cole presses me down into the bed, muttering something about me being a “fucking sassy little brat.” But I’m quicker than he is and slide out from under him, throwing him off-kilter. I climb on top of him as he flips over, smirking as I slide my soaking pussy against him, taking control as best I can. He looks up at me in shock, as though he’s about to try and fight me, but his eyes close with the feeling of me moving against him. I breathe out a moan as the warmth of him presses against me.
“Christ, Ginger, I’m gonna come before I even get my dick inside you if you keep that up,” he says as I continue my slow, intentional slide. He looks down and watches as my lips hug his cock. The sound that leaves his chest tells me he’s had enough. He sits up, wrapping his arms around my waist and winding his hands in my hair.
“You want it? You want to be in control? Then you better be ready to own it and take exactly what you need,” Cole says as he lifts me up enough for just the tip of his cock to notch its way into me. We both suck in a breath as the challenge leaves his lips.
“Do it, Vixen … I dare you.”
“You can’t dare me when it comes to sex,” I mutter, sinking down onto him that first inch.
“I can and I will. My day, my rules. Now show me just what I’ve been missing all these years,” he half grunts.
I tip my head back and let myself slide onto him a little more. Cole inside me with nothing between us is … shit . I force myself to gain a little clarity.
“I’m on the pill …” I manage to whisper. “And I’m clean.”
There’s no way I want him to stop now and go searching for a condom, and there’s not a chance he isn’t safe. It might as well be his middle name.
“I know,” Cole says back, his eyes meeting mine. “We had this conversation the first time. So am I. I never go bare. Ever .”
He flexes his hips and gives me another inch. Holy hell.
“Oh yeah … I–I didn’t know if you remembered,” I lie in a breathless whisper as I feel my pussy clench around him.
Cole unwinds a hand from my hair and uses his thumb and forefinger to pull my chin down so our eyes lock as he continues to push into me. I whimper as it all comes rushing back like it never left: the warmth, our slick bodies pressed together, moving effortlessly in sync with each other.
“Ginger. When it comes to you, I don’t forget.”
He eases into me further, stretching me, filling me, pulling at the last loose stitch I have holding back my control.
I completely unravel as he groans and whispers, “I remember every fucking thing.”