Page 11 of Wrecked
She bit her lip and nodded, not sure what was happening here but damn sure she wanted to find out. The product he’d used to tame his shaggy locks had given up, and his hair fell forward, brushing his forehead. Without conscious thought, she stepped forward and lifted her hand to brush it back.
He grabbed her wrist, and she sucked in a startled breath. “Cole?”
Without a word, he tugged her forward, so close only a breath separated them. He stared at her lips, licking his own, like he wanted to devour her.
She unconsciously mimicked the action.
Please, take a bite.
He lifted his hand, then hesitantly ran a gentle finger over her lower lip, watching its progress with an intensity that confused and excited her. She held her breath, time standing still. She wanted this, wanted him so bad it hurt. Cautiously, she cupped his scarred cheek. Silently, telling him to do it. Kiss me.
A harsh breath rushed past his lips. And before she knew what she was doing, she went up on her tiptoes and pressed her mouth against his.
An agonized sound tore from him, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her tight against him. His lips were firm, warm—and unmoving. She slid her tongue along the seam in an attempt to coax him, and when he didn’t respond, she sucked on his lower lip, then nipped.
He hissed against her mouth, and one of his hands slid up her spine, cupping her neck, fingers thrusting into her hair. He held her immobile, and just when she thought he might pull away, he slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her, hard.
He started walking, and she stumbled backward until she hit the wall. His other hand moved to her ass, and he hoisted her higher, shoving her legs apart.
Oh God.
Was this actually happening?
He ground against her with a growl, cock hard and insistent between her legs. His mouth moved along her jaw to the sensitive spot below her ear. “Jesus, Pipe, you have a body made for sin.”
His muttered words thrilled her, excited her.
Cole wanted her.
He pinned her to the wall with his body, and the hand on her ass moved around and skimmed her belly before sliding down between their bodies.
She whimpered, wanting to beg him to touch her but too afraid to speak in case she broke the spell. She clung tighter, hands on his shoulders, moaning when his fingers brushed the bare, heated skin low on her belly…
Music came from the living room, Rusty’s ringtone, blaring from her phone.
Cole stilled, resting his forehead against the wall, panting heavily. “Fuck.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, squeezing his hard biceps.
He released her abruptly, letting her slide to the floor, and stepped back. His eyes were dark, heavy with lust. His cock strained against the front of his pants, and his fingers were curled into tight fists at his sides.
He wanted her as much as she wanted him, but for some reason he was pulling back, pulling away.
“Shit.” He shoved a hand through his hair, making it stick up on one side, and shook his head. “That should never have happened.”
She crossed her arms, and she noted the way his gaze dropped to her chest before lifting back to hers. “Why not? We’re both consenting adults.”
His heated expression shifted, twisted into something else, something that looked a lot like pain. “I shouldn’t have to spell it out for you.”
“Well, you do. Because I can’t think of a reason.” She stepped forward. “You want me.”
He let out a shaky breath. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t do this, Piper. This can’t happen between us.”
Then he turned away and, gait unsteady, walked down the hall and out the front door, closing it quietly behind him.
She stood there for several seconds, body hot and buzzing with the aftereffects of his kiss, of having his hands on her. She’d never felt more desirable, more wanted than she had in those few minutes with Cole, his body pinning her to the wall.
She didn’t know what was holding him back. Maybe loyalty to her brother? It didn’t matter, whatever it was.
