Chapter 49 Cole
COLE
Ifreeze. The carry-on in my hand drops to the floor with a thud, my suit jacket landing on top of it, as I stare at the vision in my kitchen.
Hiring a team to help her get ready was a risk. She may not have fully dove into her past with her ex, but I know that he was controlling. The prospect of her thinking that I was doing the same makes me sick to my stomach. I just wanted her to feel like a queen.
I wanted her to be pampered, and tonight, I want her to feel the way I see her. Like the most beautiful woman in the room.
“Freya,” I breathe, unable to find any other words.
She looks…wow.
She looks fucking incredible.
The bright blue dress is the perfect contrast to her pale skin and strawberry-blonde hair. It makes her eyes pop in a way I haven’t seen before. Her makeup is light, but flawless, and her hair is up in an elaborate do, exposing her neck.
My fists clench at my sides as desire washes through me.
It was already bad enough after spending the night away from her. But seeing her now…I don’t think I’ve ever needed anything so much in my life.
As I stand there staring, I swear my suit shrinks a couple of sizes. All I want to do is shed it before peeling that dress from Freya’s body and spending the night worshipping her.
“You look…fuck…” My legs carry me forward. As I close the space between us, the sweet scent of her perfume gets stronger, and it only makes everything worse. “Unbelievable.”
She tips her head back to keep eye contact as I step right into her body. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pin her against me. If I can’t have her right now, then I need to feel her. I need to know she’s real and not just a vivid part of my imagination.
“Fucking hell,” I groan again as my eyes dart over her face, taking her in.
Her lips twitch as if she wants to say something, but no words come out.
“What is it, Whirlwind?” I ask, concern pinching my brows.
“Y-you like it?”
A laugh erupts. “You’re kidding, right? You look incredible.”
A smile begins to appear.
“You’re happy for me to go to this event wearing this?”
Her question is like a kick in the balls. I fucking hate the motherfucker who did this to her. Freya has no reason, ever, to question how she looks or what she’s wearing. If she likes it, if it makes her feel confident, then that’s all that matters.
“Baby,” I say, cupping her cheeks. “You could go in a trash bag if it made you happy. I would be proud to have you standing next to me.”
Her breathing falters.
“I’m sorry, I—”
“Nope. You don’t apologize for the way he used to make you feel. None of it is your fault.”
Her eyes fill with tears. “I really love this dress. Thank you for organizing this afternoon for me. It…it was nothing like I’m used to. It’s helped me in more ways than getting me ready for tonight.”
Reaching up, I catch her tears with my thumbs before they can fall and ruin her makeup.
“You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Dropping my hands to her body, I hold her arms out from her sides and take her in. “And I promise you, you look like a knockout. Every other man tonight is going to wish you’re going home with them. But do you know what?”
She shakes her head.
“You’re not because you’re coming home with me.”
The smile that emerges almost knocks me on my ass.
Before I know what I’m doing, I have my hand wrapped around the back of her neck, and I’m tugging her lips to mine.
If she’s worried about her makeup, she doesn’t show it as I drag my tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entry. She opens for me, and I lose my mind.
With one hand on her neck and my arm banded around her waist, I back her up against the counter.
“Cole,” she gasps as I grip her thighs and lift her so she’s sitting on the edge, her legs wrapped around my waist.
My hands are everywhere as our kiss turns wild. We’re all tongues and teeth, no finesse at all, as we remember each other’s taste, the way our bodies feel.
My cock aches in my pants, precum leaking from the tip. Tonight is going to be fucking torture. I’m gonna have to take the edge off before we leave. I’m never gonna last otherwise.
Freya’s nails claw at my shoulders as my hand slides up her thighs, taking her short dress with me until I find her waist.
“I need you,” I groan into our kiss.
Sliding her forward a little, I press myself against her, grinding my hardness against her core.
She whimpers, her head falling back and breaking our kiss.
“Yes,” she gasps as she rests back on her palms, offering herself up for me.
My lips drop to her throat, kissing, licking, and nipping her soft, sweet skin as I continue grinding against her.
She moans, her chest heaving as she fights to catch her breath.
“Freya, fuck,” I groan, dragging my lips across her collarbone.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I look up, needing her eyes for the question I’m dying to ask.
“Do you want to come, Whirlwind?”
She’s already flushed, but I don’t miss how her cheeks redden even more at my question.
“Just say the word, and it’s yours.”
She glances behind me, and I know she’s worried about the time. We’re meeting the guys for dinner before heading to the club.
“Everything else can wait if you need something.” I grip her chin and bring her attention back to me. “Do you want me to make you come, Freya?”
She bites down on her bottom lip and nods. The movement is so slight that if I weren’t so focused on her, I might miss it.
“Goddamn, I can’t get enough of you.” I groan, sucking on the sensitive patch of skin beneath her ear.
“Cole,” she cries.
“Can I taste you?” I rasp quietly in her ear.
She gasps, understanding exactly what I’m asking.
“I want to be in that club tonight with your taste on my tongue, knowing no one else will ever know what it’s like.”
“God,” she moans.
“Is that a yes?” I hedge.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Lifting my head from her neck, I find her eyes. Her pupils are blown, and the usual light, sparkling blue irises are dark and hungry.
“Are you sure?”
I hate to drag this out any longer than necessary, but I need to know she’s doing this for the right reasons.
“Don’t say yes because you think it’s what I want. I want to do it because it’s what you want. Everything is on your terms, Freya. Everything.”
She nods as she chews on her bottom lip again. I don’t know what kind of lipstick the makeup artist used, but it’s still there. Which is a really good thing because I don’t intend of holding back tonight.
“I want…I want…that.”
“You want me to taste you?”
She nods again, her face beet red.
Fuck, I love that look on her.
Leaning over her, I claim her lips in another filthy kiss, but this one doesn’t last as long. I need my mouth elsewhere.
I kiss down her throat and across her chest again, but as soon as my lips hit the top of her dress, I take a step back.
“Lie back,” I command, watching as she instantly rests back on her elbows, her legs still spread around me.
Her dress is bunched up around her waist, showing me the sexy pair of black lace panties she’s wearing.
I drag my tongue across my bottom lip in preparation.
God, I need her.
Sliding my palms up her legs, I skim my thumbs across the edging of her panties at the juncture of her thighs. The lace is soaked, and I can’t lie, that does good things to my ego.
“I bet you’ve got such a pretty pussy.”
“Oh my god,” she whispers.
“Nah, baby. It’s Cole, Cole Hansley.”
A manic laugh spills from her lips. “You did not just—” Her words cut off when I tuck my fingers under the fabric around her waist and drag her panties down her legs.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan, the second my eyes drop to her center.
I was right.
Fucking perfect.
“Freya.” Her name leaves my lips like a prayer.
She whimpers, her thighs threatening to close as embarrassment takes hold.
“Oh no,” I warn, spreading her thighs wider. “You don’t hide from me.” I look up so she can see how deadly serious I am. “Ever. You’re perfect.”
She squirms on the island counter, and I can’t wait any longer.
I drop to my knees and kiss up her thigh, torturing both of us by not going straight for what we really need.
She whimpers and moans, and I try to memorize the sounds for long, lonely nights on the road.
“What do you need, Whirlwind?” I ask before nipping her skin.
“You. I need you.”
“Where?”
“Cole,” she gasps. “You…your mouth. On…on my…”
“On your…”
She huffs, but her embarrassment isn’t enough to stop her. “On my pussy, please, Cole. Please.”
And that’s all I need.
I turn toward her and lick her from entrance to clit.
She squeals, her legs attempting to close as sensation hits her, but I refuse to allow that to happen.
Her sweet taste floods my mouth, and it only feeds my obsession.
Focusing on her clit, I lick, tease, and suck, learning exactly what kind of speed and pressure she likes.
Her whimpers continue as she soaks my face.
Her heels dig into my shoulders. They’re probably going to leave marks, but I don’t give a fuck. I’ll wear them proudly.
“Oh my god. Cole. Fuck. Yes.”
I light up at hearing her losing control. Freya never swears. Only like this, and I fucking love it. I love that I can make her forget herself as she focuses on nothing but her baser instincts.
“Are you going to come for me?” I growl against her, letting the vibrations of my deep voice help push her close to release.
“Yes, yes.”
“I want you to come all over my face, Freya. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?’
Her response is unintelligible, but I’m pretty sure it’s a yes.
She’s almost there, but she needs an extra push.
Shifting my hand from her thigh, I tease her entrance with one finger.
She cries out, and she only gets louder when I push the digit inside her.
“Cole. Fuck. Yes.” I curl my fingers, hitting her G-spot as I suck on her clit. “Cooooooole,” she cries as she falls over the edge, her pussy tightening down on my fingers, sucking them deeper.
Fucking hell, she’s going to feel unbelievable wrapped around my cock.
I continue working her as she comes down from her high.
It takes long seconds for her to come back to herself, and when she does, she lifts her head and looks down her body at me. She has the most incredible, sated smile on her lips, and happy, lazy eyes.
Pulling my fingers free, I stand to full height and suck them clean while she watches with parted lips.
“That was, hands down, the best meal I’ve ever eaten on this island.”