Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
Mila hopped out of the truck and ran toward the tall metal stairway. The sun had melted the ice so she didn’t have to worry about slipping this time as she pounded up the steps. Cole was right on her heels.
He was convinced they had no future, but every time they made love, their bond grew stronger. Couldn’t he feel that, too? She had to believe he did. Nothing else explained the urgency of his touch, the hunger in his eyes, the passion in his voice.
Wrenching open the door, she toed off her boots and kept going, tossing her coat on the kitchen island, whipping her sweater over her head and throwing it in the direction of the couch.
As she dashed through the open barn doors into the bedroom, she put her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra.
Then she spun around and dropped it to the floor just as he barreled into the bedroom, his shirt hanging open, his chest heaving as he unfastened his jeans.
He closed the gap between them. “I need to touch you.” Cupping her breasts, he leaned down to kiss her, his breath warm against her lips.
“I fudging need you.” He captured her mouth with a groan, as if they’d been separated for weeks.
He grasped the yielding fullness of her breasts as if he’d never let go.
She clutched his head and gave as good as she got, holding nothing back, until he gasped and lifted his mouth from hers. His words came fast as he struggled for breath. “I’m gonna explode any second.”
“Then we’d better—”
“Yeah.”
He stepped away and they both stripped down. Throwing back the covers, she climbed in, shivering as her hot skin met cool sheets. Then she glanced up.
Cole stood beside the bed swearing softly as he fumbled with the condom, almost dropping it. “This is what you do to me.”
“This is what we do to each other.” She held out her arms. “And it’s a good thing.”
“I’d love to believe that.” He came to her, nestling his hips between her thighs and bracing his weight on his forearms, but holding back. “I’ve never needed anyone this much.”
“Me, either. When you said we should leave the groceries, I was ready to do it in the back seat.”
The corners of his mouth tilted. “But it was full of groceries.”
“Exactly.” She gripped his firm butt. “Enough with the small talk.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Easing his cock partway in, he paused. “This won’t change anything.”
“Wanna bet?” She lifted her hips, taking him deeper.
“No.” He sucked in a breath. “I want to make love until we can’t see straight.” Holding her gaze, he pushed deep and began to stroke.
Nothing fancy. No candlelight. No music. No scented oils. Yet in seconds she was submerged in ecstasy, her body quivering with eagerness for the reward his firm cock promised with each rapid thrust.
“C’mon, Mila,” he murmured. “You’re close. I can feel it.” His words ramped up the tension supplied by the rhythm of his hips.
She gulped. “Come with me.”
“Nah. Not yet.” His voice grew husky. “I love watching you.”
Panting, she dug her fingers into his flexing glute muscles. “Alrighty, then.”
“Having fun?”
“Big fun.” She focused on the glow in his eyes and the hint of a smile on his lips as he wound that spring tighter…and tighter yet.
“Then here we go.” He switched gears.
The pace became dizzying. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could barely see him as an avalanche of sensation swept away everything but the fireworks erupting deep in her core. She yelled so loud it hurt her ears.
Instead of slowing down, he kept going, prolonging the wave upon wave of tremors rocking her body. And she kept yelling, until he gradually eased up and she slowly sank back onto the mattress and closed her eyes. She hadn’t been aware of arching her back.
His ragged breathing evened out and his lips brushed over hers. “Well done.”
“Mm.” She loosened her grip on his buns and let her arms fall.
“Ready to do it again?”
She rocked her head from side-to-side.
He chuckled. “We’ll just have lazy sex, then.”
“Mm.” She’d figured she was done, but her body seemed to have other ideas. His gentle motion created more interest than she’d thought possible. Slowly she opened her eyes and gazed up at him. “How’d you do it?”
“What?”
She took a quick breath. “Go all in…” She gulped more air. “And not come?”
“I built up to it. The first few times I couldn’t hold back. Now I can.”
She blinked. “You almost called it quits today.”
“I know.”
“I would’ve missed this!”
“You don’t miss what you’ve never had.”
“That’s a sneaky way to make your point.”
“I didn’t mean to. You handed me the opening. Besides, it’s true.”
“Well, now I know what I almost missed, and good luck getting rid of me, cowboy.” Yeah, she was getting worked up again. Amazing.
“That’s the problem. I don’t want to get rid of you.”
“Then don’t.” She wasn’t the only one getting excited. His breathing had changed. “We’ll start with putting Santa hats on the Beaver Bunch and work our way from there.”
“You don’t give up easy.”
“Are you just finding that out?”
“Oh, I knew it. Considered it a plus.”
“Because it is.” She stroked his sweaty back. “You’re working up a lather.”
“For a good cause. You’re gonna come again.” He picked up the pace.
“Maybe.” She rubbed her palm across a thin ridge on his back. A scar from childhood?
“Let’s make sure of it.” Balancing on one arm, he slid his other hand under her tush and shifted the angle.
“Ohhhh.” The soft exclamation came unbidden from her lips as he created a delicious friction that captured her complete attention.
“Like that?”
“Just a little bit.”
“Then let’s go with it.” He got down to business, stoking her furnace with the skill of a master.
If she’d thought she knew all about his bedroom skills after the first few go-rounds, she’d been sadly mistaken. Clearly she’d only scratched the surface.
And she was definitely on the way to another spectacular orgasm. But this time, so was he. She heard it in his soft hum as he moved faster and the catch in his voice as he urged her on.
He wasn’t a bystander this time. He was in the fray, with fire in his eyes and sweat beading his forehead. When she let go, shouting at him to join her, he did, calling her name as he drove in and held his ground, his body shaking with the force of his release.
She cradled him in her arms and rejoiced in the beauty of what they could create together. He was willing to be open and vulnerable when they made love.
Surely he could learn to dismantle the other walls he’d built. It would just take time. Her challenge would be learning patience.