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As I obeyed, my breath caught. Damn. It was hot. The sight of him pushing inside me, the way my body stretched to accommodate him, was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. In this moment, I felt even more connected to my body and to his. We were in perfect sync, and I was already hurtling toward my release. And the fire in his eyes? God, I’d never get enough.
I kissed him again, closing my eyes and letting instinct take over as I climbed higher.
He slid his hands from my breasts to my hips, anchoring me to the stone countertop as he thrust harder, making me cry out.
“That’s my girl. You’re close. I can feel it.”
Nodding, I bit down on my bottom lip. He was hitting all the right spots, causing sensations I’d never experienced before. Maybe it was the angle or the intensity of his thrusts. Maybe it was the way he was gripping me on the counter. Whatever it was, I could barely string words together. Just a chorus ofyesandmoreas I spiraled.
“That’s it,” he whispered, threading his hands up my neck and gently tugging on my hair. “Come for me.”
I obeyed, screaming and gasping and shaking. Completely free and wild and in love.
He followed, grunting and pulling me close.
With his forehead pressed to mine, he grasped the countertop, steadying us both, and panted.
He still had his dress shirt and vest on, and my little black dress was probably destroyed, but I was consumed by his breath on my skin and the frantic pulse of my own heart.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, catching our breath and grinning at one another.
“Cole,” I whispered.
“Mmm.”
“I want it to. A future.” My thoughts were jumbled, making it impossible to seize the words to explain the intensity of myfeelings. But his declaration, coupled with whatever had just happened between us, had me ready to declare myself, no matter how inarticulate I might be in my post-orgasmic haze.
“Good. Because I want forever.” With a kiss to my sweaty forehead, he scooped me into his arms and strode for the bedroom.
“And wifey? Know this: I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Cole
“Be patient,” Willa said, turning off Main Street. “We’ll be there in ten minutes.”
I let out a grumble. “I hate surprises.”
“No, you don’t,” she corrected. “chill.” Behind the wheel of my Tahoe, she navigated carefully through town.
“It’s Sunday,” I pouted. “I wanted to spend the morning with my wife, but you dragged me out of bed.”
Her lips tipped up. “It’ll be worth it.”
She pulled up near Baxter Park and parked off the side of the road near the pond.
“Come on,” she said, opening the liftgate and pulling out my hockey bag.
“We’re at the pond?” I asked as I scanned the park. It was a clear, chilly day, and the sun was shining.
“Yes. We’re playing pond hockey. Come on.”
I took the bag out of her hands and followed her, appreciating the view—my wife in black leggings that left little to the imagination, one of old my UMaine hockey hoodies, and the hat I’d knit for her. She looked delectable. Damn if I didn’t want to throw her down into a snowbank and bury myself inside her.
I surveyed the trees, the playground, and the park as we continued. I’d never been down here in winter. The park was a hub of activity during the warmer months, but at the moment, we had the place to ourselves.
Around the edge of the frozen pond were several small wooden benches made from cut logs, and on the embankment were two nets.
