Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Cole’s hips were nestled between Piper’s thighs. Her big baby blues trained on him. This was all kinds of wrong. But there was not a hope in hell of stopping. Nothing could move him from this spot, not until he’d had another taste of her.
He’d seen her with that fucker, his hands on her, and he snapped, his control snapped, and there was no getting it back.
He looked down between their bodies. His chest was bare, and Piper’s small hands rested against his sides, not pushing him away. No, she’d curled her fingers, digging them into the muscle, holding him to her.
The sexy, knee-length yellow dress she wore—that with all her soft blond hair made her look like fucking sunshine—was bunched up around her hips, giving him a glimpse of her pale pink underwear.
He dropped his gaze to her tattoo, now on full display.
It had tormented him since he’d first seen a hint of it, wondering what it looked like, how far it went.
A red rose surrounded by leaves and thorns.
It wrapped around her upper thigh and disappeared beneath the flimsy fabric of her panties.
Jesus.
He could see the design clearly, could see where it started and finished on her hip, because the fabric covering her wasn’t lace or cotton but something else completely, it was sheer, the kind you could see right through. His iron-hard cock throbbed, tenting the hell out of his shorts.
Fascinated, he watched as he slid his palm back up her smooth, rounded thigh—her pale skin beneath his darker, rougher hand—up to her dress, gently pushing it higher. Giving him a better view.
He brushed his thumb over the vibrant ink, and she sucked in a startled breath. Cole dragged his gaze from his hand, from between her legs.
Jesus, so beautiful. He’d expected to see horror on her face, anger, instead he saw heat. Molten fucking heat, and it was aimed at him.
Her lower lip was swollen and glistening from where she’d been biting it, eyes so full of need he nearly exploded in his goddamn shorts.
Holding her gaze, he ground against her, letting her feel just how hot and hard he was for her.
“If you don’t tell me to stop, right now, I’m going to fuck you, sweet girl. So hard you’ll feel me for days.”
Her fingers flexed against his sides, digging deeper, making him groan. But then she shook her head. No.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise. But her rejection still cut like a blade. “I need to hear you say it, tell me no.” He needed it from her lips. No way could he walk, not without hearing her say it out loud. Maybe then he could finally let the idea of her go.
But instead of pushing him away, her thighs tightened, pressing into his hips, and she shook her head again. “I don’t want you to stop.”
A harsh breath rushed from between his lips at her huskily spoken words. “No?”
She stared up at him, blond hair framing her lovely face. “No.”
Was this really happening? This beautiful, sexy, sweet woman, a woman he had no right to touch, was actually offering herself to him? No way could he walk away. Not now. Not now that he was finally between her thighs, the scent of her arousal wrapped around him.
God, he’d wanted her for so long.
Watching her, testing her, he lightly skimmed his hand up her inner thigh and gently cupped her through that maddeningly sheer fabric.
Shit. Heat radiated off her, and she was wet, really fucking wet.
He could feel just how much she wanted him and could barely believe it.
He dragged a finger along her pretty little slit, watching the muscles in her thighs tense.
She moaned and wriggled her ass, trying to get closer.
“You want more, sweet girl?”
“Yes…please.”
He couldn’t think straight, couldn’t think past giving Piper what she wanted, what she needed.
Pleasuring the woman in front of him was the only thing that filled his head.
Everything else, all the reasons why this was a monumentally stupid idea seemed so distant, so out of reach he could barely remember why he hadn’t allowed himself to have her in the first place.
The only thing that mattered in that moment was Piper.
Sliding a finger down the side of her panties, he tore through the fabric easily. She gasped but didn’t pull away. Instead, she spread wider for him, asking for more, giving him permission to take what he wanted.
She had no idea. No damn idea how dangerous that was. Because he wanted it all.
He ran his finger along her bare cleft. The woman was scalding hot, drenched—and for tonight—all his.
“So fucking pretty.” He looked into her hooded, lust-dazed eyes.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted the taste of you on my tongue?
How many times I’ve imagined what it would feel like to have you under my mouth?
How I’ve fantasized about owning this”—he cupped her more firmly between her thighs—“corrupting it, until you love all the dirty things I want to do to you, until you’re begging me for it? ”
Her breathing became harder, faster, and she shook her head. “You’ve fantasized about me?”
“I tried to fight it. But you haven’t made it easy, have you, Piper?
This week, you’ve tormented me, day after goddamn day.
Parading around barely dressed, showing off your sexy curves.
Making me burn for you, making me hard for you.
Making me so fucking desperate for you I could barely think straight. ”
He couldn’t believe what was coming out of his mouth, but he could no more control that than he could the demand of his cock, desperate to sink inside her.
“Do you want that, Piper? Do you want me to show you the fantasies that keep me awake at night, straining and so fucking hard? Until I have no choice but to close my eyes and imagine you riding my cock while I fuck my hand, imagining it’s you wrapped around me instead of my fist?
” He pushed a finger inside her tight heat, and she cried out, undulating those soft, round hips, desperate for more.
“Cole, please?”
“Please what?” Her arousal coated his fingers, thighs gripping him tighter.
“I-I need…”
“More?”
“God, yes. More.”
Her hair was wild around her shoulders, her beautiful face flushed. He was helpless against her, couldn’t fight this if his life depended on it. He’d die a happy man.
Sliding his finger out, he pushed back in, adding a second. “You’re so fucking tight, so ready, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer, instead letting out a moan as he thrust deep. He had to see all of her, wanted to free her breasts, taste her pert nipples. Fisting her dress in his free hand, he dragged it up, and she lifted her arms for him. He pulled it over her head and flung it aside. “Shit.”
Her large breasts were encased in the same sheer fabric as her destroyed panties, and he could see her nipples clear through the cups, small and tight.
“Take off the bra.” He wanted her in his mouth, wanted to suck and lick her, taste her skin. She reached back and released the clasp, letting her breasts bounce free.
Jesus Christ.
Leaning in, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently, loving the way her muscles spasmed around his fingers with every pull.
She was close, so close. Curling his fingers, he rubbed against the bundle of nerves deep inside her and sucked harder.
She fisted his hair, holding him close, tugging on the strands while her hips worked frantically against his hand.
“Cole. Ahhh…”
Then she broke apart, shattered. Her cries echoing in the small space.
He watched her, his gaze eating her up hungrily as she came.
The way the sweet agony of it made her even more beautiful, when he thought that was impossible.
The way her breasts swelled and her pink nipples grew darker.
The way her belly quivered and her muscles tensed.
Her inner walls clutched and released his fingers repeatedly, and he continued to fuck her with them until the last tremor moved through her perfect body.
Her eyes eventually blinked open, and she stared up at him. “Holy shit.”
A grin tugged at his lips. “I’m not finished yet.” Then he went down to his knees in front of her, ignoring the way his leg protested.
He had one night with Piper, because that’s all it could be. He was too far gone to stop this now, so he planned to have her in all the ways he’d dreamed about. And right now, he wanted his mouth on her.
His face was level with her belly, soft and rounded, and he couldn’t stop from leaning in, nuzzling her, kissing her. She stiffened for a split-second, but then relaxed and threaded her fingers through his hair.
Piper hadn’t always been as confident about her body as she seemed now. He’d spent enough time with the Wests over the years to know that. She’d felt inferior to her sister and Alex when she’d had no damn reason to.
He lifted his head and looked up at her. “You’re so beautiful, Piper. This body, fuck, you’re a man’s wet dream. You’re my wet dream.”
She bit her lip, eyes bright. “Am I?”
“When you were outside, painting your windows, I fucking lost it. I didn’t want anyone else looking at you. Jesus, you were turning me inside out, seeing you like that, so hot and sexy. But you knew that, didn’t you, sweet girl? You pushed, tested my self-control on purpose?”
She shook her head no, blond waves bouncing around her face, but her blazing cheeks gave her away.
Gripping her thighs, he squeezed. “I’m going to make you pay for teasing me like that, for making me so hard all fucking week.
” He looked down at her exposed flesh and leaned in, dragging his tongue through her center.
He’d imagined many times what she’d taste like, and he’d been right, she was sweet, like everything else that was Piper.
He groaned and looked back up at her, licking his lips. “Do you know what I did after I walked away from you, when I left you painting your windows?”
“No,” she whispered, voice husky, sexy.