Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Cole held very still. His body demanded more, but he waited, allowing the glow in Mila’s brown eyes to reach his soul. You’re safe with me.
How had she known the answer to his unspoken question? Could he believe her?
She wrapped him in her arms and matched her breathing to his, creating delicious friction as her tight nipples grazed his chest with each inhale. This felt so incredibly right it scared him.
If he didn’t know better, he’d think he’d been here before, surrounded by the scent of cinnamon, tantalized by the warmth of her thighs, cradled by her hips and awed by how perfectly their bodies fit together.
“Feels pretty good, amigo.”
Her murmured words made him smile. “Understatement.” Leaning down, he touched his mouth to hers, then nibbled on her plump lower lip. “You’re like a rich dessert. I’ll have to pace myself. Take small bites.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“With luck it will be.” Lifting his head, he watched her eyes darken as he began to move. Clearly she liked that rhythm. So did his cock, which threatened to put a quick end to this adventure. He paused. “Seems I’m too fudging sensitive.”
“Or I’m too fudging hot.”
He chuckled. “That, too.” He dialed it back, hoping a lazy stroke would cool him down. No dice. His cock had never been this determined to go for broke only minutes into the action.
Mila’s sexy response wasn’t helping. She was the lover of his dreams, rising to meet him, welcoming each thrust. She made him feel like he was the lover of her dreams.
He desperately wanted to keep from coming, and every second brought him closer to the brink. Why couldn’t he hold back?
Panting, he shoved in tight and stopped moving, his jaw clenched against the pressure pushing him to let go. “Can you stay?”
She dragged in a breath. “Stay?’
“Longer. So…so we can…do this again.”
Clearly confused, she stared at him, her breasts rising and falling as she gulped in air.
“My control’s shot. I don’t want to come so soon, but I can’t—”
“Yes!” She made a sound that was part laughter and part cry of frustration. “I’ll stay! Now go for it!”
He accepted that invitation. No more tiny bites. If he’d feared the wild, raw pace would shock her, he needn’t have worried. She rode the whirlwind with him, her cries blending with his as they raced toward a glittering finale.
She came first, a gift he barely had time to register before his climax hurled him into a world of blinding light and explosive sensations stronger than he’d ever known. He bowed his head as the tremors rocked him and left him dripping with sweat.
He managed not to fall on Mila even though his arm muscles ached from the effort. Bad enough that he was raining on her.
Slowly lifting his head, he met her round-eyed gaze. “You okay?”
“Are you fudging kidding me?”
“You’re not okay?” Damn it, if he’d hurt her he might have to kill himself.
“I’m ten times better than okay.” She reached up and wiped the sweat off his beard. “Twenty times better. I’m okay to the hundredth power.”
“Oh.” He smiled. Couldn’t help it. He was proud of himself. “That’s nice to hear. I mean, that wasn’t a very long—”
“Obviously it was long enough.”
“I was worried you wouldn’t be able to come.”
“I was worried you were going to stop and go make a sandwich or something.”
“Make a sandwich?” He started laughing, an interesting experience when he was still securely tucked in.
“When asked if I could stay so we could do this again, I figured you wanted to end the current session. Like maybe you left something on the stove.”
“I suppose it was a strange question.”
“You have no idea. And on top of it, if you were worried that this first time would be a bust and you’d need a do-over, I’m here to tell you it was definitely not a bust. You don’t need a do-over.”
“Then you aren’t going to stay?”
“Oh, no, I’m staying. Only an idiot would pack up and leave when there’s time on the clock and a box of fresh condoms. But you should probably invite me to dinner so I have something to tell Claudie.”
He grinned. He’d seen her playful side plenty of times, but now she was deliberately playing with him. He loved it. “Will you have dinner with me?”
“Si, amigo.” She batted her eyelashes. “Gracias. Do you have food?”
“Nothing interesting.”
“No problem. I’m not here for the food.”
“You’re adorable.”
“So are you.”
He rolled his eyes.
“You are. You created that fabulous Beaver Bunch in secret to surprise my family on Christmas. If that’s not adorable, I don’t know what is.”
He hadn’t thought about the timing. Whoops. “I didn’t mean for it to be a—”
“Maybe not when you couldn’t predict how long it would take, but look how perfectly it worked out.”
“Guess so.” He gave her a quick kiss. “I need to go wash up. Then we can see what’s in the fridge for dinner.”
“You want to eat first?”
“Probably should while we’re thinking about it.” The moment he left the warmth of her body, he craved her all over again. He could easily forget food altogether. “And you need to call Claudie.” He climbed out of bed.
“I just remembered I didn’t bring my phone.”
“You can use mine.” He headed for the bathroom. “I’ll get it in a minute.”
“I’ll just snuggle in and watch the fire.”
“Please do.” He stepped into the bathroom and glanced at the lucky cuss in the mirror. Mila Bridger had just made love with him.
He dealt with the condom and turned on the water so he could wash up. What if he hadn’t found that box? Hiding it behind the TP made no sense.
Although it might if he’d been trying to keep himself from making this move. But she’d convinced him it wouldn’t affect his relationship with her family, no matter how things turned out.
He wanted to believe that. She should know after living here since she was five, when Spence Bridger had become the man she called dad.
He wished he’d known the guy Mila revered so much. Spence sounded like the kind of role model he’d searched for his entire life.
When he walked back into the bedroom, Mila was sitting at the foot of his bed wearing her sweater and jeans.
She gave him a smile. “I dressed for dinner.”
“Wouldn’t need to. I pulled down all the shades.”
“I noticed. But I don’t tend to strut around naked. If you do, don’t let me stop you.”
“I don’t strut around naked, either.” He walked over to his dresser. “But under the circumstances, I’d rather wear sweats than jeans.” Pulling out a pair, he stepped into them and tied the drawstring.
“Going commando, I see.”
“Yes, ma’am. More efficient.” He tugged on a sweatshirt.
“I left off my bra. For efficiency.” She flashed him.
He sucked in a breath. “You’re playing with fire, lady.”
“So are you, going commando and bragging about efficiency. Now my panties are wet again.”
“Oh, really?” He approached the bed. “Let’s see.” And he pounced.
She squealed but didn’t push him away. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Verifying the state of your panties.” Straddling her and pinning her down with his chest, he left room to get his hand on her jeans. “Gonna stop me?”
Her eyes glittered. “No.”
“Good.” He unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper. “Because you were asking for this.” Damn, she was gorgeous with her dark hair spread out against the snowy comforter and her cheeks pink with excitement. And no bra under that sweater.
He backed off.
“Giving up?”
“Repositioning.” Spanning her waist with both hands, he scooted her farther up on the mattress. Bonus, her unfastened jeans came partway off, taking her panties along for the ride. “That’ll do.” He grabbed hold of them. “Definitely wet.”
“Told you.” She was breathing fast, which made that soft sweater tremble.
“I believe you also wanted me to notice these.” He drew her sweater up and tucked it under her chin.
“Possibly.”
“Message received.” He settled in, taking one pert nipple into his mouth as he slid his hand between her thighs.
She came quickly, which was what he’d intended. His cock desperately wanted to join the party but that wasn’t gonna happen.
She needed to call Claudie. He needed to make sure they ate dinner. After that, they’d have uninterrupted time to explore the possibilities.
Mila was here, in his space, in his bed. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. He still couldn’t quite believe his good fortune. But he’d fudging make the most of it.