Page 44 of Corey
“Wow. There was a face under there,” she teased, not missing his blush.
He scrubbed a self-conscious hand over the light stubble he’d left. “It was time,” he said simply.
“I like your new look. A lot.” Without thinking, she reached out and stroked a hand down his cheek. He caught her wrist, turning his face into her palm and pressing a kiss there.
She let out a shaky breath as the touch of his lips against her skin made her come undone.
“Thank you,” he murmured and pressed his lips against the inside of her wrist where her pulse thundered.
“For what?” she whispered, trying not to shiver as he lifted her arm and kept peppering her skin with soft kisses, slowly working his way up.
“For showing me how to smile again.” Another kiss. “Feel alive again.” More soft, teasing kisses. “For seeing me and my mess and not running away.” His tongue flicked against her sensitive skin. “For believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.”
Her chest rose and fell hard as he slid her oversized shirt aside and dropped a lingering kiss on the top of her shoulder. She pressed her lips together, stifling a moan.
“I’m the mess,” she said softly.
He lifted his head, locking gazes with her. “If that’s true, then you’re the most beautiful mess I’ve ever seen.”
Tears burned behind her eyes as she grasped his face in her hands and pulled his mouth down to hers. “No more talking,” she rasped.
Their lips came together, not in an all-consuming rush, but with a slow, almost reverent tenderness that made her knees weak. Her hands slid down to rest on his chest, and she felt it quiver. His heart beat strong and steady beneath her fingers.Fast, too. She felt the need pulsing through him as he tasted her, using his lips, tongue and teeth with a gentle thoroughness.
His calm, sensual energy felt like a strong, steadfast wave guiding her back to shore. The salty ocean smell on his skin earlier was gone and now he smelled like himself, all cedarwood and cinnamon.
Whatever was happening between them was so much more than physical. Because with every touch, every kiss, she could feel the scars fading and old wounds healing as her trust unfurled like a flower. He made her feel like herself again—before the darkness touched her life—when she was open and carefree and not scared of anything. Back when she was a whole woman and not a collection of fractured pieces.
Maybe she didn’t know exactly what he’d been through, but it had been enough to break him. Just like she’d been broken. But together, they were so incredibly strong.
Ending the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers and a shudder ran through his body.
“Take me to bed, Corey,” she whispered, unable to hold back any longer. “Please.”
Without a word, he swept her into his arms and carried her down to his room, kicking the door shut behind them. Her hands trembled with anticipation as she tugged his shirt up, fumbling to get it off, and he had to help because she couldn’t reach high enough. The man was tall, and she loved it. Her gaze soaked up the tantalizing image of his bare muscular chest and flat abs.
“There’s no way you’re forty-six,” she murmured, tracing a hand down his fit body. “How are you still in such good shape?”
“I chop a lot of wood.” He grinned at her, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it up over her head.
Her nerves kicked up, and she suddenly felt every day of her forty-five years. But the way he looked at her—with absolute adoration and awe—boosted her confidence.
“So damn beautiful,” he rasped, his hands sliding up her sides and around to cup her breasts. A shiver ran through her as his thumbs slid over her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks. It felt so good and she let out a soft sigh.
Lowering her onto the bed, he covered her body with his, and his warm mouth closed over her nipple, sucking, lapping, worshipping. Sensation sent her reeling, and he moved to her other breast, continuing his adoration.
“You taste like heaven, my sweet Sera,” he said, voice low and gravelly. “Like a heaven I’ve never known.”
Her breaths came hard and fast. Arching up, offering herself to him, she dropped her head back and surrendered to the desire making her burn.
The way he kissed her and touched her with so much gentleness was nearly her undoing. It’s like the Universe had seen her struggling and led her straight to him, saying, “Here is the sweetest and most patient man you could ever ask for. He will guard your heart, heal your soul and keep you safe.”
Corydon Emerson was the miracle she’d been hoping and praying for, but never truly expected to find. Serious relationships had never worked, so she never expected to find a true partner. She needed trust and a certain level of comfort from a man in order to have anything deeper than an encounter. Corey was giving her everything she needed and more.
Growing restless, she wrapped a leg around his waist, drawing him closer and rubbing herself against his cock.So hard, so ready.She whimpered when he answered back with a grinding thrust to her core.
“Corey, please,” she moaned, writhing beneath him.
Gripping her leggings, he slid them down her thighs. When he saw she wasn’t wearing panties, he glanced up, blue eyes blazing and full of approval.Quicker access,she figured, and he didn’t hesitate. His hand lowered between their bodies and his fingers began stroking, those long, beautiful fingers dragging up her slit, dipping between her folds, then moving back up and circling her clit with her arousal.
