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I love it.
Love that he’s able to tease this out of me.
On the next swipe, his fingers stretch even further until they’re able to massage my heated flesh, smoothing the slickness over me. My back bows as his fingers dip inside my body.
“So wet,” he growls before lowering his face and sliding his tongue across me. He laps at the cream with long strokes. “You taste so fucking good. I need to be inside you right now.”
“Yes,” I whimper.
There is nothing better than the feel of his thick, blunt cock sliding inside me, filling me to the brim.
I hear him rip open a package before sheathing himself in a condom and then he’s exactly where I need him most. He looms above me as his muscular arms bracket me and his rock-hard abs press against the softness of my belly. For just a heartbeat, his thick erection remains poised at my entrance.
I sigh as he fills me in one smooth stroke before rocking against me. It doesn’t take long before our bodies are moving in complete harmony. I can’t imagine sharing this kind of intimacy with anyone other than Cole.
It doesn’t take more than a few strokes. We’re both so turned on, ready to burst with the frenetic energy we always seem to generate. His pace quickens just as the first wave of an orgasm pummels my senses. Not wanting to scream, my teeth sink into the sinewy muscle of his shoulder. As soon as I do, he grunts, his own release streaking through his powerful body.
“I love you, Cassidy,” he rumbles before emptying himself inside me.
“I love you too,” I whisper, “So much.”
CHAPTER 11
CASSIDY
Once we’ve both spent ourselves, all that can be heard in my darkened room is the sound of our ragged breathing. He lowers his face to the delicate hollow of my neck so that his warm breath can feather across my skin. His heart pounds, racing against mine.
I press a tender kiss against the side of my face before he rolls away and grabs a Kleenex off the table beside my bed. He slides the condom off his softening length, wrapping it up, and disposing of it in the trash can by my desk. And then he’s back, settling against me on the twin bed. His bigger body takes up most of the space as I drape myself across him, sifting my fingers through the dark sprinkle of hair smattered across his chest.
Have I felt this kind of contentment?
It’s not a question that needs answering.
His fingers comb rhythmically through my hair.
After a handful of quiet moment, he says, “I was really worried when I couldn’t find you. I hate that you left the party without me. Something could have happened to you.” His fingers still. “Don’t do that again, okay?”
I nip my lower lip as everything from earlier comes crashing back at me.
Jackie.
Her telling me that she wants him back.
Watching her follow Cole up the stairs.
And then leaving the party with Luke.
I draw in a deep breath and wonder what to say. I don’t want to lie to Cole. I promised myself that I wouldn’t keep any more secrets from him, but I also realize he won’t like what I have to tell him.
“Cassidy, babe, did you hear me? It’s too dangerous for you to walk home alone from a party.”
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and force out the truth before I lose my nerve. Everything feels so perfect between us. I don’t want to ruin that.
“I didn’t walk home alone,” I murmur.
“You left with someone from the dorm?” His fingers resume their movements, but it’s not enough to settle the nerves that are now dancing across my flesh.
“No.” Crap. “Umm, Luke was at the party, and I ended up catching a ride home with him.”
