Page 54 of The Cold Ride

I sighed into his embrace, gliding my hands up his chest. They found their place on the back of his neck. He lingered over my lips. Tasting me. Dragging his tongue along my upper lip. I sighed, opening for him. He delved inside, teasing my tongue with long, smooth strokes of his. And he made me feel cherished.

With feather-light strokes, he caressed my sides. Hands that had known such brutality were tender and gentle. They snaked beneath the hem of my shirt and grazed my flesh. He slowly lifted my top, drawing the material up gradually, only breaking the kiss long enough to pull it over my head. I wanted to protest, missing his lips on mine. But then he claimed my lips, still in no hurry.

With drugging kisses, he walked me back toward the bed until the mattress brushed the back of my thighs. Oh god, I loved his hands; they were infinitely gentle. He was incredibly strong, capable of inflicting such pain.

And his tenderness was my undoing. I had never loved him more than I did in this moment. His touch slayed me. He swept me up in a tide. Everywhere he touched sparked and sizzled. He undid my jeans. Breaking the soulful kiss, he left my lips just long enough to drag my pants off before hoisting me into his arms and tenderly laying me on the bed. He yanked his shirt off and dropped his jeans before he joined me.

And I welcomed him.

If I had my way, I’d be welcoming him to my bed for the next fifty years. I didn’t know why we’d been given this second chance. All I knew was that I never wanted this—us—to end. And perhaps it’s why the universe gave us another shot.

Because our first was cut short by my own stupidity. I kneecapped our relationship before we had the chance to really make a go of it.

Every single thought fled as he shifted on top of me, his hips spreading my thighs wide. And I moaned at the sensation of his stiff erection pressing against my sex. He planted open-mouthed kisses down my neck, nipping me gently. I gasped at the tingles racing through my veins. He reached behind my back, undid my bra clasp, and slid it off. Tossing the material off behind him, he cupped my breasts before dipping his head and sucking a pert bud into his mouth. He kept his gaze on my face. Entranced by him, I couldn’t look away.

I ran my fingers through his hair and clutched him to me. The sinful tugging at my nipple set off a throbbing ache in my pussy. He switched between breasts, administering the same heady caress that had me writhing, arching my back, and feeding him more of the mound. Yet his eyes never left my face. He was cataloging all my responses.

“James.” I breathed his name like a benediction as my body went fluid beneath him. I floated in a sea of bliss. My eyelid grew heavy as desire spun around me. And it was all his doing. The moment he touched me, he was all I could see.

“Just let me love you.” He murmured the quiet demand. His words shivered through me as he resumed worshipping my breasts. He lapped at the stiff peaks, then sucked each bud deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, bowing my back at the intensity of pleasure shooting from my tits directly into my core.

But then he traveled south, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my belly, dipping his tongue in my belly button, making me laugh. He shot me a seductive grin that had my heart rolling over in my chest. Because I knew there would never be anyone else for me. Whether or not this lasted, he was it for me.

He had been from the moment we met. James was the love of my life. And he was doing what no man had ever done before.

He was making love to me. If I wasn’t already head over heels for him, this would have been the moment I fell for him.

When he reached my hips, he dipped his tongue beneath my lace panties, teasing me. I trembled beneath him. Aching for his touch. He hooked his fingers around the lace and drew my panties down my thighs.

And then I was bare.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Rory. When I return to base and get shipped off somewhere around the world, this is what I’ll remember every night.” He caressed my inner thighs, spreading them wide, exposing my slit to his hungry gaze.

His face descended until he hovered an inch above the promised land. With a deep rumbling groan, he planted a long, slow kiss against my pussy. He acted like he had all the time in the world as he thoroughly kissed me. Lapping at my clit, causing it to swell, he spiraled the pleasure higher. I gripped his head, grinding my pussy against his mouth.

“Oh god, James.” I gasped as he treated my pussy like a five-course meal, and he intended to devour every bite.

“That’s it. Just let go and trust I’ll get you there.”

“I do trust you. I—”

The slow glide of his tongue effectively cut off my admission. He slipped his tongue inside me, thrusting deep. I lost all sense of time, floating in a sea of ecstasy. James lingered, giving my pussy these long, slow thrusts that made me lose my mind from the bliss.

Mewls spilled from my lips. I writhed, aching for more. With each lap of his tongue, my body coiled tighter and tighter still.

“James, please,” I whispered, pleading for release.

“Nuh-uh. Not yet. I want to remember this. Tonight is going to get me through the long nights ahead when I’m halfway around the globe. You’ll come when I’m good and ready to allow it.”

I moaned, my back arching at the pleasure. And I didn’t know if I could take anymore, but I would try—for him. Because he was everything to me.

He swished two fingers through my slit and then slowly pushed them inside me while his mouth sucked at my clit. The wicked invasion had me clutching at his shoulders. I writhed, gasping. He drove my body up, pumping his fingers while he sucked on my swollen bud. But when I was right at the edge, seconds from toppling over the edge, he backed off.

I whimpered, and he grinned. “Just a little more, babe.”

And then he was back at it, lapping at my pussy like he couldn’t get enough. Time lost all meaning. I descended into ecstasy-infused bliss, where even the air shifting against my skin made me cry out at the pleasure. Every molecule in my body was on fire.

But then he was there, kissing me like he would never get enough. I tasted myself on his lips. It ignited a maelstrom of sinful desire.

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