Page 40 of Wrecked
“Yeah.” He shook his head. “God, I shouldn’t be here, Pipe.”
“Yes, you should,” she whispered back.
He cupped the side of her face, rough palm against her cheek, fingers sliding into her hair. “I tried to stay away.” He pressed in close, and she felt the thick, unforgiving length of his erection straining against her belly. “But I couldn’t.” He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. “What have you done to me, sweet girl?”
She slid her hands around his waist, fisting the soft fabric of his T-shirt, holding him to her, afraid he’d change his mind and go. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad you came.”
“You know how this has to be?” His rough, low voice skated across her skin, making her shiver.
“Yes.”
“You’re okay with that?”
He was asking if she was okay with this just being about sex. If she could be satisfied with that alone. If she was okay with him coming to her when he needed that release.
If she wanted him as well.
There was no physical way she could turn him away. She wanted this, wanted whatever he could give her.
She slid her hands up over his shoulders, pulling him down so she could press her mouth against his. She sucked his lower lip, moaning when her nipples grazed his hard chest. “Yes.”
His gaze darkened, moved over her body, then he cursed and slid his hand from her waist, up to cup one of her breasts. He squeezed and massaged, thumb swiping over her painfully hard nipple. “Jesus.” Another delicious swipe. “I want you naked.”
Shocks of pleasure shot through her lower belly at the raw hunger in his voice, the feel of his hands on her. She didn’t hesitate—and dragged her tank over her head. Then his hands were back on her breasts, and he watched as he squeezed her aching flesh, eyes bright.
His lips were parted, his breathing rapid. “Fuck, baby.” Leaning in, he sucked a nipple into his mouth hard, and his deep groan drowned out her own. He sucked and licked her for several minutes, making her crazy, then his hands moved to her waist, and with one last lick, he released her.
He slid his fingers down the sides of her shorts and panties and dragged them down her thighs. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Have the slightest clue what you do to me?”
Her pulse picked up speed, because they didn’t sound like words a man said to a woman he only wanted to have sex with, they felt like more. “You…you do the same to me.”
“Show me,” he rasped. “Show me how much you want me inside you.” He sat back, giving her room. “Spread your legs, sweet girl. Show me how wet you are, how much you want me to fuck you.”
Right then she wanted him, bad, so bad she ached for him, felt empty without him. The deep throb inside bordered on painful, and only Cole could ease it. She loved this, loved it when he acted this way. When he took what he wanted from her, no second guessing, no hesitation.
She parted her legs, offering up her body to him and loving every second of it. He made her feel beautiful, desired in a way she’d never experienced in her life, and she wasn’t in a hurry to give that up.
His deep groan lifted goose bumps across her skin. He came back down on top of her, the denim of his jeans brushing her thighs. He still hadn’t touched her where she wanted him most, and she was close to begging. “Cole…”
“So wet, baby. Your inner thighs are slick with how badly you want me.” A thick finger slid through her cleft, pushing inside, but just for a second, then back out.
He made a low, hungry sound, and she wriggled, a desperate moan escaping, telling him without words how much she wanted him inside her.
He leaned in, mouth brushing hers, then he started kissing her deep, hungry. She reached for the front of his jeans, popping the button. The erotic rasp of his zipper sliding down seemed loud in the quiet room, somehow reaching her ears past her panting and his harsh breaths.
“Last chance to say no,” he said against her lips. The roughened skin of his palm smoothed over her bare ass, making her shiver. “Shit, Piper. Once I’m inside you, I won’t be able to stop.”
She held him tighter. “I don’t want you to stop.”
His palm skated up her side and back down to her ass. “You’re as desperate for me as I am for you, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” She was writhing with lust beneath him, and still he questioned how much she wanted him, like he thought she could change her mind. Wasn’t going to happen. “Please, Cole.”
“Fuck.” He pulled something from his pocket. The sound of foil tearing came next, then the thick head of his cock was nudging against her opening. “Being here. Right here. It’s all I can think about, Pipe, all I’ve been able to think about since I last had you under me.”
Her legs were shaking, body poised in anticipation. She felt feverish. Needed him to push inside her so badly she couldn’t form words. All she could do was whimper.
One of his hands gently cupped the side of her neck, the other her hip, then he pushed home, filling her so thoroughly she screamed. The relief was exquisite. Pleasure, pain. Easing the ache that had been building since the moment he walked out her front door two nights ago, and intensifying it at the same time.
