Page 78 of Lethal Threat
The uncontrollable need to claim her drives me wild.
Desperate. Hungry.
Her cries fall off suddenly as a spasm takes over her body. Her knees crush against my sides as her chest arches upward, thrusting her hard nipples against me.
“That’s it, babe.” I slam into her. “Come, Sierra. Give it to me. Fucking come all over me.”
She cries out as she holds my gaze. “Cole.Ah!”
Wrapping her long red hair around my hands, I turn her mouth up to mine. Our tongues mimic the thrusting of my cock.
When my orgasm comes, I growl like the animal that she turns me into. She captures the sound, licking, sucking, and nipping at me. Just as ravenous for me as I am for her.
Fuck.
I love her.
Our eyes hold as we catch our breath. Her body pulses around me. I’m dizzy with emotion.
With shaky arms, I lower myself down and curl her into me. My heart’s pounding. Everything inside my chest is on fire.
Hold on to it, a voice whispers in the back of my mind.
I groan and press my face into her hair.
I’m trying. Dammit.I’m trying.
And when I think I can’t get any more lost, Sierra brushes her fingers over my scruff and whispers, “I’m yours, Cole.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
SIERRA
The tenderness of our night of lovemaking lingers in my body. It’s as sweet as the scent of maple syrup from our breakfast.
I’m smiling entirely too much as I walk to the coffeepot and pour another cup of Cole’s delicious coffee before I head to the shower.
I have a date with a bottle of conditioner and a comb.
It’s time to do some serious de-tangling after last night.
Mid-stride, I stop and turn back. “Cole…”
He glances up from his laptop.
“You never told me about my parents. We got into another discussion on the way back here yesterday.”
His emotions shutter. A look takes over that I’m now beginning to recognize. Cole’s making a decision behind closed doors, and I’m not invited to the meeting.
My skin pricks with frustration. “You can’t just say you’re going to tell me, then not.”
He nods at the chair in front of him. His tone is serious. “Sit down.”
I’m stuck for a second. My feet won’t work. It’s the look on his face. Grim.
The tone he used ramps up the quiver of worry coursing through my chest.
No more smiles here. That last sip of coffee now feels like ice in my throat. The extra caffeine feels like an overdose of speed.
