Chapter 37
Cassie
I gasp out a laugh as Cole lifts me up, my legs hanging across the broad muscle of his arms and my hands wrapped around his neck.
He carries me, bridal-style, down the rest of the pathway. When we reach his car, he deftly opens the back door and gently lowers me onto the seat. He swiftly turns on the engine, warmth spilling back through the car. I suppress a shiver, but it’s not from the warmth after the cold winter air.
Standing in front of the open car door, he stares down at me. “God fucking damn it, sunshine. How are you this gorgeous?”
I gaze up at him, propped up on my elbows.
Biting my lip, I slowly shift my legs open, very much enjoying just how my leisurely gesture seems to unravel him.
His eyes go dark and the gentleness instantly evaporates.
My stomach swoops in pleasure as he unzips my faded blue jeans, tugging them off, yanking up my sweater and finding my nipple under my bra.
He scrapes his teeth against my nipple, sucking and teasing. I’m already kind of lightheaded with how good it feels and how much I need more. I half-heartedly scan out of the car windows, but only see the empty, wild stretch of beautiful pine trees and the ocean in the distance.
“Anyone could walk past right now,” I murmur to Cole.
He peels off my sweater and t-shirt over my head. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he growls, “but if you want to be quiet so you don’t disturb any hypothetical hikers, be my guest. If you think you can stay quiet.”
“I can be quiet,” I claim indignantly. “I have a lot of self-control, thank you very much.”
Cole grins like it’s a challenge. It’s a challenge I immediately fail, because he slides my bra completely off, and when his mouth shifts over to my other nipple with a hot, wet graze of his tongue and teeth, I let out an obscenely loud moan.
I feel the rumble of his laugh vibrate against my skin. “Okay, point taken.”
I shift back, and he ducks down into the back seat. Cole is tall and muscular as hell, which is great for me as the woman who gets to touch all six foot four of muscle, but less great for having car sex.
“How are we going to do this—” I open my mouth to talk logistics, but Cole is already moving.
“Enough talking, baby.” He slides into the seat, one hand working to unbuckle his belt, one hand feverishly tearing down my panties before hooking around me and hauling me straight into his lap.
He grabs me like he knows exactly how he wants me, like he knows for certain that it’ll be how I want him too.
Which would be presumptuous if it weren’t oh so correct, like he knows my body on instinct already. It’s too soon, isn’t it? For him to know every inch of me, to know everything I want. But I can’t deny how my body is responding, can’t deny the powerful pulse between my legs.
I straddle him and he groans, and I feel the vibration running up from the firm muscles in his chest all the way through me. He’s still unzipping his pants, but I can’t wait. I grind my hips down against him, feeling the hardness of him underneath me.
“Patience,” he mutters in my ear, “or you’re going to make me come like this.”
My hands go up to his thick dark hair, gripping him as I keep rolling my hips on top of him.
“Well,” I tease. “Maybe that’s what I want. For you to come in your pants just from me grinding on you.”
Cole laughs, a hot and deep sound. Like he’s reprimanding me, his fingers slide down my waist to rub against my clit, and an ache of pleasure hits me like lightning. “I don’t think that’s what you want. Not when you’re this fucking soaked already.”
I shudder, feeling how wet I am against his fingers. “Okay,” I gasp. “Point taken again. Now please just fuck me.”
Cole seems to decide I’ve been patient enough for now and rolls his briefs down to free the length of his cock. He steadies my hips, my legs tense and shaky, as I lift up to slide him inside me.
Slowly, so slowly, I begin to ease down.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “The way you stretch around me so tight drives me insane.”
I slide one inch and whimper, then another and another. He pushes the long waves of my hair out of my face, like he wants to watch my expression as I take him deeper. It’s already so intense and good.
“Nearly there, baby,” he says, his voice coarse, and I sink my nails into his neck where I’m gripping him, almost kind of mad at him because I know that’s not true. He’s barely halfway inside me and I’m already feeling so full. “You can do it. You can take it all for me.”
I slide another inch down, and it’s almost embarrassing at just how wet I am, the feel of it dripping down my thighs. Would be embarrassing if Cole wasn’t staring at me like my obvious pleasure is the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
“Fuck, baby, now I’m the one who can’t wait.” And then—he plants his big hands back around my hips, and starts setting his own rhythm, thrusting up into me.
Intense waves of pleasure crash through me. I’m suddenly dizzy with how he’s filling me up so completely.
“I’m so close,” I gasp out, and bite my lip hard to hold back the sound.
“Don’t get quiet on me now,” he grits out. His hand glides along my body up to my hair, and he grips it, easing my head back, my back arching as he keeps fucking into me. He kisses and licks every bit of my exposed neck.
And then he’s teasing at my clit—the sensations overwhelm me, and an orgasm engulfs every bit of me. Just like at the waterfall, I’m screaming again, but this time I’m screaming into the muscular slope of Cole’s shoulder, only just present enough to feel him tensing and spilling inside me.
I collapse against Cole’s body, letting my breathing slowly even out.
“Okay, I think you’ve sold me on Maine,” I mutter against his shoulder. “Sex capital of the United States.”
Cole laughs, chucking under my chin to make me meet his gaze. “I’m pretty sure the sex capital of the United States is wherever you happen to be.”
“You can be so corny sometimes,” I complain, even though my heart is doing something affectionate and fluttery. “That’s something I never expected.”
He grins, lopsided and satisfied. “Only for you, Cass. Only for you.”