Chapter 15 #2
He fell back on his elbows like he wanted to get a better look at her.
The heat of his gaze traveled from her belly button up to her pointed nipples and then her face.
He may well have been touching her with his hands for the way it sent her skin rippling with desire.
“You’re the type of beauty people write poems about.
” He said it like it was a fact he knew thanks to his expertise and something he’d like to try doing himself.
He sat up to cup her face and kiss her again and used his other hand to trace along the band of her underwear.
He snapped it once, the light sting a stirring thrill on her sensitive skin, before he slipped his thumb inside.
She sucked in a hard breath when he stroked over the swollen seam between her legs. On reflex, she rocked forward, needing
to move to absorb the sensation, but he pressed his palm against her chest to hold her in place.
“Stay,” he said.
The command woke something dark in the deepest pit of her belly. He held her gaze, making sure she was on board with whatever
turn they had just taken.
She was more than on board. She was ready to follow his lead straight to hell if that’s where he wanted to take her.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll stay.”
“Good.”
The single syllable sizzled through her. It was praise and gratitude and somehow the hottest thing anyone had ever said to
her in bed.
He worked his thumb over the tight bundle of nerves between her legs. The sensation burned white hot up through her core and
out into every limb. She could hardly handle it. Her breath grew sharp, and she tried to rock forward again.
“Uh—!” he objected, and stiffened his arm still holding her in place. “You said you’d stay, Dell.”
The sound of her name in an ever-so-slightly admonishing tone set her on fire. “Sorry,” she managed to say. The temptation to see what he’d do if she didn’t stay danced in her blood, but the desire to obey him turned her on with a curious tingle she couldn’t ignore. “I’ll stay.”
“Good.”
That word again. It almost undid her.
He kept moving his thumb, dipping into the soft folds between her legs and working delirious circles. Her breath came harder
and faster. With his other hand against her chest holding her still, he was too far out of reach for her to get to him. The
need to touch him, to release the pressure building to destructive levels low in her belly, left her fraught with lust.
“Cole—” she started to plead.
“Can you come like this?” he cut her off and said with a wicked grin.
“All current s-sensations would indicate y-yes,” she stuttered. She rocked forward as far as she could and gripped his arm
holding her in place. She danced on the edge of oblivion. She was either going to explode or die again; she couldn’t tell
which.
Cole removed his hands. “Then I’d better stop.”
He left her reeling. She’d been leaning against his stiff arm so hard she fell forward on top of him. “What? Why are you stopping?”
she asked as he reached up to push her hair out of her face.
“Because I’m not done with you yet.” In an abrupt move, he wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over. Suddenly, he
was on top of her, smiling down.
She couldn’t help grinning up. “Are you sure you’re not the devil?”
“Can’t fully confirm, no.”
Dell laughed and reached for his pants. She got the fly undone and shoved her hand inside to be met with no doubt all systems were go. She rubbed her thumb over his silky tip and playfully smiled when he shuddered. “You’re a full bloomer now,” she said.
“For you, yes,” he purred, and kissed her throat. He worked his mouth along the column of her neck while she stroked him.
He grew harder and hotter in her hand, and when he pushed away from her, she had to force herself to let go.
With a confidence she hadn’t seen from him—other than a few minutes ago when he’d had his hand down her underwear, rubbing
her like a magic lamp—he stood from the bed and removed his shirt and his pants. And his boxers. He stood there fully naked,
and Dell couldn’t stop staring. His long body had the lean muscles of a rock climber. Someone who carried his strength in
his arms and back and had the height to leverage his strong limbs. Looking at his abs and everything south of them, she couldn’t
blame him for feeling confident in his skin, because holy shit. His demeanor changed; his posture took on a new shape. It was like he’d stripped off the bumbling clerk persona with his
clothes and threw it aside. The man who crawled back onto the bed had a hunger in his eyes that made her ache for his touch.
“Hi,” she said, and it was mostly air.
“Hi. I hope you don’t mind if I remove these.” He slowly slid his palms up her thighs and hooked his fingers into the waistband
of her underwear.
She shook her head, unable to form words.
He slid them down just as slowly until he removed them from her feet.
Then he reached for her left leg and traced his nose from her knee to her hip.
He kissed a tender trail from one hip bone to the other, lining her belly with a flush of pink.
Her head fell back against the pillows, and a moan escaped her mouth.
He ran his nose down the inside of her other thigh and kissed her knee.
She’d closed her eyes to fully indulge in the sensation but sharply snapped them open when his hands suddenly gripped her hips and yanked her down the bed.
“Oh!” she gasped when she looked down to see him positioned between her thighs with her legs over each of his shoulders.
He shot her a grin and then got to work kissing and nipping at her. He worked his lips up her legs and kissed and sucked everywhere
except where she wanted him to touch her most.
And that was somehow the best part.
His lips would come so close, and then move away. His fingers would tease, his thumbs circle. The need to feel him inside
her grew hotter and sharper until she almost couldn’t stand it.
Whatever competency the man lacked at his job he made up for it in bed. He touched her body like a classically trained musician