Chapter 4
Cole’s laughter echoed down the hallway as we made our way to his bedroom. I knew I should feel abashed at my brazenness, but I was too…everything. Excited. Turned on. Tingling. It felt like my skin was vibrating.
He pulled to a stop inside the doorway to what I assumed was his bedroom. I couldn’t see it because the second we reached it, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me again. I kissed him back as we stumbled into his room. Lips and tongues sliding as we grasped at each other. His hands slid under my shirt to tease my aching nipples, and mine fumbled at the button fly on his jeans.
Tired of the barrier between us, I stepped back and dragged my shirt up and off my body, and a beat later my bra followed. Cole’s eyes darkened as he took all of me in. For the first time in my life, I stood in front of my lover totally and completely relaxed in my nudity.
Because of him. And that look in his eyes. Cole clearly wanted everything he could see. No judgement. He accepted all of me.
I swayed toward him and kissed him again. My fingers threaded through his hair to hold him tight while I arched into his seeking touch. As he kissed me back, his thumbs gently brushed against my nipples. His touch electrified me and I whimpered.
Cole pulled back with a groan. “Your tits are fucking amazing.”
“Uh, thank you?”
“No, thank you . In fact, I’m afraid I’m going to have to make it a rule that you must always be topless when you’re in this house. Mandatory.”
I laughed huskily. “But it’s December. In Tahoe. It’s cold.”
“Oh, you won’t have to worry about that, sugarplum. I plan on keeping you plenty warm.”
I shivered at the naughty promise in his eyes, and I tilted my head. “I’ll only agree if there’s reciprocity.”
“See? I knew you were smart, coming at me with the S.A.T. words.” Cole raised his eyebrows with a smirk. “Will you think less of me if I confess that I have no fucking clue what you just said?”
“Maybe a little.” I rolled my eyes even as I smiled back at him. “I’m saying I’ll do it if you do too.”
“Deal.” But he just stood there, staring at me with this wonderstruck expression that did serious things to my pulse.
“Get naked, you fool!”
“Oh. Right.” His hands went from his collar to his fly and back like he was flustered.
Like I had flustered him.
Power surged through my bloodstream as I realized I was the one in control here. I took a step backward and gave him a sultry look as he fumbled with his button fly.
“Jesus Christ!” Cole scowled at his hands. “Feels like I’m all thumbs now.”
“Do you need some help?”
“No. You stay over there.” Cole stabbed a finger at the fireplace on the wall behind me.
I hadn’t even noticed it. But he was right—he had another fireplace in his bedroom. It was a pretty mix of stone with a weathered wooden mantle and a ginormous television mounted above. The rug in front of it looked like an actual bearskin on top of three fluffy plush rugs. But when I stepped closer, I realized it was fake, judging by the stuffed animal aspect of the head with the plastic teeth, rubber nose, and marble eyes.
Laughing to myself, I stepped out of my jeans and headed for the fireplace. I wanted to feel that warmth on my skin. Crouching in front of the grate, I flicked the knobs and pressed the ignition and a second later the whoosh of the pilot light lit up the fake logs. I flicked the knobs to the right settings and sat back with a grin at the flame flickering in the fireplace.
“Damn, woman. Is there nothing you can’t do?”
I looked over my shoulder and about swallowed my tongue at the vision of Cole Jackson smiling at me in only his boxer briefs—his very tight boxer briefs. I could see so much, and it all looked amazing. The size of the bulge straining the front pouch of his briefs was…wow. And the rest of him! All lean muscles with flashes of tattoos. I was going to be drooling over those abs for a while.
“See something you like?” he asked with a smirk.
I nodded slowly. “A lot actually. Can’t really see a single thing to improve on. Unless…”
“Unless?” He frowned.
“You don’t have any names tattooed on you, do you? I can’t really see from here. I think I’m going to need a closer look.”
A smug smile curved his lips. “Anything you want. Don’t ever be afraid to ask.”
He stalked toward me, then froze for a second before backtracking and pulling something out of the nightstand. When he got near me again, he tossed a brand new box of condoms onto the rug near me.
“Thirty-six? Wow! Someone had plans for their break.”
“Eh, I was hopeful.” Cole sprawled on the middle of the rug. “Nice job on the fire, by the way. Competence porn is kinda my weakness. Watching you do that so effortlessly with zero hesitation….” He groaned.
“Have you seen that video of Ramsay Pearce making an omelet? Oh my god.” I moaned as my eyelids fell to half-mast. “So sexy.”
“Hey! Mostly nude and aroused man here, literally complimenting you on what you’ve done and not just how you look. Are you seriously talking about that craggy British dude when you have all of this in front of you?”
“Shoot. Sorry.” I winced, but Cole still looked annoyed. So I crawled across the very soft rug until I was kneeling between his splayed legs. “Maybe you’ll let me make it up to you?”
“Sugar, you can have my car. My motorcycle. Anything you want if you keep doing that. And more.”
My hand crawled up his thigh before my finger traced the bulge hiding under his boxer briefs. His cock flexed and danced beneath my teasing touch.
“Give me a sec.” He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and shoved the material down his hips. I rocked back on my heels, and after a second and some impressive legs maneuvers, the material was flying across the room. Cole settled back on the rug and smiled wickedly at me.
My eyes darted to the large member laying on his thigh.
He had every right to look so cocky.
Wow.
I crawled back between his legs like his erection was a horse I was afraid of spooking. But this time once I’d settled, I reached a confident hand out and grasped his cock in my hand, squeezing it tightly. It pulsed in my hand as Cole groaned.
“Jesus, baby. If you could see the look on your face right now.” He groaned again. “I don’t know what the fuck I did in another life to deserve this, but thank you, god. Ugh.”
Whatever else he was going to say was lost as I ducked down and licked the head of his cock. A salty brightness sang on my tastebuds. Cole groaned again, and I had to have another hit. Only this time I took the head of his cock into my mouth. I ran my lips and hand up and down his length, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could.
It was intoxicating. There was something about having a cock in my mouth that made me feel so powerful. And turned on. My sex pulsed in rhythm with my movements. I clenched my thighs as a phantom sensation vibrated through me. It was almost like I could feel his cock inside me. And damn, that was hot.
And made me move faster.
I clenched my thighs in time with my lips and hands, and in seconds, I was so worked up I could feel the slickness of my arousal painting my upper thighs. It wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge.
Trying to brace myself with my knees and my grip on his cock, I picked up my free hand and shoved it between my thighs to find my clit. Which wasn’t hard to do. It was aching and standing at attention. I softly caressed it once, twice—
Then I was flying over Cole’s hips as he grabbed me under my arms and dragged me over his body and onto my back next to him. Suddenly I was blinking up at the ceiling with Cole hovering over me.
“What the—”
“Hottest fucking woman in the whole goddamn world,” he muttered, then he was kissing me. Tasting himself on my lips and tongue. Ignoring the wetness on my face.
I arched into his body and felt the distinct presence of his cock just shy of the spot I wanted. I wiggled my hips to try to align us when Cole broke the kiss.
“Jesus, baby. Do you have any idea how hot you feel? How much I just want to sink inside you? Feel that tight, wet, warmth gripping my dick. Fuck.” He rested his forehead against mine, breathing heavily for a beat then pressed a quick kiss to my lips before kissing his way down my body.
The press of his cock was gone as he lingered at my breasts, teasing my nipples with both his fingers and his lips.
I groaned. “I thought we already established that I am ready—we don’t need any more foreplay. Grab a condom and get inside me already!”
“Yeah, that’s not how I do this. We’re all out of order. First, we concentrate on you, then I’ll get inside you already and take care of both of us.” His lips covered my left nipple, and he did this licking/sucking thing that made my eyes cross.
“Cole!” I all but screamed. But he was already prepared. My eyes were closed, but I felt him petting me between my legs, nudging my sex with his dexterous fingers. They skimmed my lips, spreading the moisture already covering me.
“Damn, baby. You’re so soft and wet and—” He broke off in a groan as he ducked his head and kissed his way down my body until he settled between my thighs.
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he cut me off. Then he ducked his head and nuzzled my sex, and I wasn’t capable of much thought after that. His bristle rasped against my skin. And his tongue was just as magical as his hands. He licked and flicked and used his fingers on me until I was hovering over the peak, wanting—straining—for my release.
Then his fingers pressed against the front wall of my sex, and I broke. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through my body. Shaking me. I clutched at the finger still inside me, gasping, shaking, moaning.
As my pleasure slowly faded away, I opened my eyes to find Cole staring at me with this wondrous expression on his face.
“You are fucking amazing,” I whispered.
He blinked once. Twice. But didn’t say anything.
I frowned. I kinda thought we’d be moving onto the next part. Where he finally, finally fucked me, but he wasn’t doing anything. He just stared back at me with that dreamy look on his face. Had he already come too? A quick look to the side dispelled that assumption; he was still hard as a rock, his huge cock bobbing with his pulse.
“Be right back!” he yelled as he jumped up and ran to the other side of the room.
What the fuck?
I stared in bewilderment. The box of condoms was still next to me. I ripped it open and held up a condom. “I have them right here.”
But Cole was standing next to his bed holding a notepad and scribbling furiously. He looked so intent and passionate. His lips moved in counterpoint to his pen. Then he stopped writing and tapped the pen against the pad. His eyes closed and he bobbed his head to some inner beat. And it went on for way longer than I would’ve thought.
My arousal cooled, but I was spellbound by the sight of Cole writing on the other side of the room. A song I inspired, maybe? He showed the same passion for his writing that I’d seen when I was between his legs. Actually, he was wearing the same expression when he dove between my thighs only moments ago.
Make that minutes ago.
Reaching up, I grabbed a throw and pillow off a nearby chair and settled in in front of the fire. I had a feeling this was going to take a while.
The last thing I remember thinking was this was what I’d been missing from my life. I hadn’t been that passionate about anything in a long time. Maybe that was what Cole meant when he’d told me to take some time to figure out my life. Find what I was passionate about.