Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
He trailed his lips from her mouth, down the side of her cheek, neck, throat, pausing to dampen a patch of skin that begged for a taste.
She tugged at his hair. “Inside me. Now.”
“Greedy,” he said, chuckling. “Not yet.”
He slid lower until he reached her breast, licking around her soft flesh, noting she was bigger than he remembered. Not much, but enough for him to notice. He plumped one full mound in his hand before pulling one tight nipple into his mouth.
She whimpered. Obviously she was more sensitive too, but since she wasn’t complaining, he took advantage, flicking his tongue back and forth over her nipples.
“Please, please,” she said, bending her knees to entice him.
Her hips gyrated beneath him and he loved the way she cradled him in her thighs and her slick moisture dampened his cock. He grinned and moved to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, prolonging her sweet agony. This time, he used his teeth, grazing her sensitive nipples.
She nearly bucked him off her as she writhed and cried out. “I need you inside me,” she said, her voice almost breaking with the depth of her need. “Now, Cole. Please, I need you now.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear.” He braced his arms on either side of her, readying himself.
Her eyes were bright, her face glistening, desire making her even more beautiful. Fuck.
He poised at her entrance, unable to tear his gaze from her face as he entered her, even as he knew he shouldn’t look. That watching her eyes soften as he pressed inside, felt her heat and warmth cushion him, would only make complicate things. As if they aren’t complicated enough, Cole thought, and thrust into her completely.
“Oh my God,” she said, her body clamping tight around him.
He knew exactly what she meant. It was just them. Skin to skin, no barrier. He’d never felt anything like it before. Never not used a condom. With this woman, he never planned to use one again.
Unable to remain still, he slid out and back in and suddenly he wasn’t thinking; he was feeling. An avalanche of sensation hit him from all sides, taking him higher, faster than ever before. She met his thrusts, her moans and sighs telling him she was right there with him. No way would he come without her, but he didn’t have to worry. As quickly as his climax approached, hers did as well, her body slamming upward with each thrust he made inside. She came beneath him, her nails digging into his back, and when he heard his name on her lips, he followed her right over the cliff.
Chapter Seven
Erin woke up wrapped in heat, her body totally sore in the best possible way. She enjoyed every aching muscle, especially when she recalled the reasons behind each one. A glance at the clock told her it was almost time to get up for work, but she had a few minutes before her alarm went off.
Time enough to think about last night. A night she wouldn’t trade for the world. Right now Cole slept beside her, having pulled her into his arms in his sleep, but she had no doubt he’d wake up, remember . . . and withdraw. She swallowed hard, deciding her best defense was to expect the behavior and act like she just didn’t care. If she was going to play in his league, she’d have to accept his rules.
Even if she was developing feelings for the self-contained man who held her close in sleep and pushed her away during daylight hours. She already knew she was one of those girls for whom sex wasn’t just sex. She couldn’t help it. She’d been raised to take it seriously, and when she did sleep with a guy, it was because she was ready to deepen the relationship.
Cole was the one man for whom she’d broken her rule, but that had been the first time they slept together. This time she’d had time to think. And this time she knew him better. If no details about his past, she understood more about the kind of man he’d become, and she’d discovered her instincts about him were correct. He had a protective streak, he knew how to take care of her, he did it without complaint, and he anticipated her needs.
How could she not have begun to appreciate his finer qualities? But she’d agreed that this was about sex, not commitment. Their future held child custody agreements, joint parenting—when he was in town—and other things she hadn’t begun to contemplate.
All she needed to do was act cool and remind herself his caring was about his protective streak and not anything he felt for her beyond a sense of duty. Yeah, that hurt. But it was the truth, and she’d do well to remember it.