Page 101 of Don't Leave
I don’t care at all.
Right now, all I can think about is the feel of Cole’s hands drifting over me and his muscular body settling on top of mine.
Once we’re inside his room, he twists the lock and pounces, catching me around the waist and presses me to him. When his hands settle on my ass, he hoists me up so that my legs can wrap around his waist. A growl rumbles up from his chest as I grind myself against him.
His lips crash onto mine and there is nothing gentle about how this kiss unfolds.
“Too much clothing,” I gasp.
“Agreed.”
His hands leave my bottom as I drop to the floor. My palms stroke over the solid planes of his chest before my fingers grip the hem of his T-shirt and I whip it over his head, tossing it over my shoulder. In the blink of an eye, my shirt also disappears. He removes my bra as I work the button and fly of his jeans. Even though his erection is still covered by his boxers, it springs forward. My thighs clench as I stroke my fingers over the hot length.
I’ve missed this so much.
Impatiently, he pushes the thick denim material down his hips and thighs before kicking it away. His hands settle on the elastic band at my waist and before I can suck in a breath, the leggings are yanked down, pulled away, and tossed aside.
Now that most of our clothing has been shed, we stare at each other for a long heartbeat. He’s still in his boxers and I’m in nothing more than my panties.
His eyes darken as they lick over my nearly naked body, taking in every dip and curve. The way he stares makes me feel beautiful.
“I’ve missed you so damn much, baby.” His gaze singes my flesh with their golden intensity. “And I’ve missed this.”
It feels as if there is a magnet pulling me to him as I close the distance between us until the tips of my breasts are pressed against his chest. I lift my hands until my palms can cup his cheeks.
“I’ll never be able to apologize enough for hurting you,” I whisper. It makes me sick that I allowed something—someone—come between us.
And I could have lost him.
With his gaze holding mine, he leans into my touch. “It’s behind us now and we don’t have to talk about it anymore.”
I reach up, stretching on my tiptoes until I can press my lips to his. “I love you more than anything.” One hand falls away from his cheek and trails down his hard body before slipping inside his underwear until I’m able to hold a different part of him.
He groans as I tighten my grip around his rigid length. A moment later, he’s thrusting his hips, moving against me. It’s such a turn on to watch his whiskey-colored eyes cloud with pleasure.
“I won’t last very long if you keep that up,” he groans as I continue stroking him.
Before I can torment him any further, he sweeps me up into his arms and walks us to the bed before depositing me in the middle of it. He crawls onto the mattress and up my body until I’m stretched out beneath him. Hovering above me, he reaches out and strokes my breasts, plucking at my nipples until I’m the one making desperate noises deep in my throat and shifting with need. When I can’t stand another second, he leans forward and kisses one stiff tip before giving the same attention to the other side.
His mouth licks and sucks a hot trail down my ribcage to my navel until he arrives at the elastic band of my panties. Cole knows exactly what I like and how to touch me to elicit the most pleasure.
And I love it.
Love the way he worships my body so completely.
My breath catches as he lowers the pink cotton material down my hips, bearing me one tortuous inch at a time. My heavy-lidded gaze stays locked on him. I love the possessive look filling his eyes as he stares at me.
Once my panties have been stripped away, he places a gentle kiss against my pussy. My hips arch off the mattress in response. All I can think about is the feel of his lips caressing me, nuzzling me, licking me with long, deliberate strokes.
“I’ve missed you so much, baby.” His gaze flicks upward until it can capture mine as his tongue slides over my flesh. “Mmm. You’re already so nice and wet for me.”
My head lolls back as sensation explodes inside my body. I widen my legs, wanting to feel him lick every inch of me. I’ve missed this just as much as he has.
“You taste so damn good.”
He nibbles at my delicate flesh until it feels like I might lose my mind. Pleasure ratchets up inside me as his tongue strokes over my clit, circling the tiny bundle of nerves. A whimper escapes from me as he continues to lash me over and over again. My body vibrates with the need he’s stoked to life.
I arch against him, needing to get closer. I’m so close to splintering apart. So close to screaming with the thick tension coiled tightly in my core.
