Page 30 of Don't Leave
“I love you too, Cassidy. So much. So fucking much. I would do anything for you.” There’s a pause as the world shrinks down until it encompasses just the two of us. “You know that, right?”
Emotion wells in my throat as I jerk my head into a nod. I never thought it was possible to fall in love with someone the way I have with Cole. He was a total surprise who slammed unwantedly into my life.
He presses his lips against mine and takes us to a place where only the two of us exist.
“I think there are too many pieces of clothing separating us,” I whisper.
“That’s funny, because I was just thinking the very same thing.”
Before I can remove my sleeping shorts and panties, Cole’s lips are at my navel, licking a fiery path downward. He lowers both the panties and shorts one inch at a time. With every strip of flesh that is bared, he traces little circles across me until he’s kneeling between my thighs. I widen my legs as his tongue dances over my slit, wanting to feel his mouth devouring me. The more I attempt to spread my legs, the more hampered I become by the fabric of my clothing as it stretches across my pulsing core.
“Take them off,” I plead. “Please take them off.” I want all the clothing standing in our way to disappear. I need to feel every ripped muscle pressed against me. I want him rocking into me, thrusting so deep inside my body that I can’t think.
Only feel.
My mind empties as he eases the waistband of the shorts down my hips to my upper thighs before sliding his tongue over me. Another groan tumbles from my lips as I arch into his mouth. His tongue stabs deep inside me as his fingers find and stroke my clit. My body tightens as hot licks of pleasure swirl through me. A gasp escapes when both his fingers and his mouth disappear from my aching flesh.
I blink in confusion as his body disappears from the bed before I feel the shorts and panties being dragged from my body. He makes quick work of stripping off the jeans until they’re crumpled in a pile with the rest of our clothing.
My gaze drops to his erection. It’s long and thick as it juts out from the dark nest of springy curls. A tiny little thrill shoots through me at the sight of him.
He’s so beautiful.
How could I ever get tired of being with him like this?
For just a heartbeat, he pauses, looming over the bed and staring down at me. “Spread your legs for me,” he whispers thickly, attention glued to the apex of my thighs. “I want to see every pink inch.”
Heat floods into my cheeks.
Even though I’m not a hundred percent comfortable with my body, I want to please him and give him exactly what he’s asking for. The way he looks at me—almost as if he’s worshipping me with his eyes—isn’t something I’ll ever get used to.
I love the way he makes me feel.
Slowly I allow my thighs to fall open. Inhaling a shaky breath, I feel completely vulnerable. And yet, oddly powerful. For a longmoment, he doesn’t move a muscle. He’s barely breathing as his gaze wanders over the part of me that only he’s allowed to see.
To have.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His possessive gaze rises to mine. “You know that, don’t you?”
My lips lift just a faction as he stalks to the bed. The thin mattress dips as he kneels between my outstretched legs. I can’t help but arch into his caress as his hot breath drifts over my delicate skin, igniting a fire within me. He continues to tease, never quite giving me what I need.
Argh.
I just want to feel his lips on my slick heat as his tongue thrusts deep inside me.
His fingers strokes over every part of me. With every unhurried pass, his thumbs move closer to my center until they’re grazing the outer edges of my plump lips. The sensation he creates deep within my core makes me want to scream. It’s tempting to claw at his shoulders until he’s driving forcefully into me, releasing the tightly coiled tension he’s created.
I want to come.
Right now.
I don’t care if it’s with his mouth or thick fingers pumping into me.
All this touching has become unbearable.
His golden gaze slices knowingly to mine. “I could play with you all night long.”
“No,” I whimper. I almost hate myself for the whine that threads its way through my husky voice. I’m not a whiner. But this is sweet torture. It drives me crazy. And has me doing and saying things I normally wouldn’t.
