Page 358 of One More Kiss

Jules

I don’t knowwhat made Cole follow me back to the cabin. I know we need to talk more about what this all means, but I can’t find it in me to stop what’s happening between us. I’m too happy that we’re not fighting or avoiding one another to worry about the future right now. Just for tonight, I’m taking what I want and dealing with the consequences later. And after that mind-blowing orgasm Cole just gave me, I damned sure don’t want to talk. I don’t know where he learned that, because the boy he’d been when we were last together hadn’t had the skills or the patience for that.

I lead him down the hall to the cabin’s only bedroom, aware that he’s got a full view of my naked ass as I do. I’ve never been vain, and I’ve never really cared about the number on the scale. But Jared had valued image above all else. So, I’d pretended to care. I’d spent the entire seven years I was married to him working out 4 days a week and avoiding anything that looked like it might be a carb. I know I’m in great shape. But this is the first time I’ve ever wanted a man to notice. I add an extra sway to my hips as I walk, trying to show off a little. I’d worked my ass off so I would look the part for a man who didn’t even notice. For the first time in years, I’m proud of the way I look. Cole had said I was gorgeous. It’s hard not to let a compliment like that go to my head, especially from the only man I’ve ever really loved.

That thought is enough to nearly stop me in my tracks. I’d loved Cole when we were kids. We’d made so many silly plans for the future, back before we’d known how hard life could be. But we’re not kids anymore. I don’t know what the future holds for me and Cole, but right now I plan to live for tonight.

As we enter my bedroom, Cole’s arms come up to circle my waist. I can feel him, hard and insistent, as he presses against my back. A shiver of need skates down my spine and I suck in a deep breath. All rational thought leaves my head. The only thing I can think is how much I want Cole inside me. Reaching back, I cup his erection through his pants, giving him a light squeeze.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I whisper. “Take them off.”

I feel, more than hear, his low laugh. “Yes, ma’am.

I feel the loss of his warm body on mine as soon as he pulls away. I turn so I can watch him strip, anticipation building inside me. Cole doesn’t waste time, quickly stripping out of his shirt and pants. The tight black boxer briefs don’t do much to hide the fact that he’s just as turned on as I am right now. I let my gaze roam over his body, taking in all the changes from the last decade. He’s bigger than he’d been before. He’s always been tall, but now he’s broader, more defined. My guess is the Army is responsible for those changes. There’s a light dusting of dark hair on his chest leading down his belly and disappearing into those boxer briefs. His thighs are thick with corded muscle, and I find myself wanting to reach out and run a hand over them.

“Do I pass inspection?” Cole says, his voice touched with humor.

My gaze goes up to his face and I smile at the amused expression. “Hard to say,” I murmur. “Not when I haven’t seen all of you.”

Cole’s grin widens and he raises a brow. He holds my gaze as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and slowly drags them down his legs. I break his gaze to watch as his thick shaft springs free, jutting out toward me. When he kicks the fabric free and stands naked before me, I smile up at him and reach out a hand to lightly grip his erection. Cole’s eyes shift from amusement to pure need.

“You definitely pass,” I say, giving his dick a long, slow stroke, teasing the head a little.

Cole hisses in a breath and manages to say, “Good. I wouldn’t want to disappoint.”

His mouth lowers to mine and he pulls me flush against him. He’s so much taller than me that his dick is pressing into my belly, sending a shiver of need through me. I feel like I’ve waited for so long to be here with Cole this way. I don’t want to wait anymore. I walk backward toward the bed, pulling him along with me until I feel the edge of the mattress behind me.

When I sit on the edge of the bed, Cole moves to stand between my legs. He’s holding something in his hands that I didn’t notice earlier. When I hear the crinkle of a foil wrapper, I know it’s a condom. He quickly tears it open and rolls it down his length.

“You just carry those around?” I ask, teasing. “Just in case?”

He shrugs and grins down at me. “I never know when some beautiful woman is going to beg me to make love to her.”

I make a show of glancing around. “Beg? Who’s begging?”

Cole goes still, his eyes calculating. “Do you want me to make you beg?”

His voice has gone low and husky. It sends a fresh wave of desire through me and I long for him to be inside me. I’m tempted to let him try to make me beg. What sort of delicious things would he do to me? But I’m too impatient tonight. I’ve waited eleven years to have him back in my arms. I’m not going to waste more time.

I shake my head. “Another time.”

Cole’s hands grip the back of my knees, and he spreads my legs wider. “Good,” he says before dragging me closer to the edge of the bed. “Because I want you too much right now.”

Reaching down between us, Cole grips his dick and rubs it over me, making me gasp each time the head brushes over my clit. I can feel how wet I am, both from my own arousal and from Cole eating me out. He slides his cock over me again before lining it up with my entrance. He eases in slowly at first, letting me get used to him filling me. Cole pulls back slightly before pushing in further this time, making me gasp. Cole thrusts slowly in and out, over and over going deeper with each thrust until he’s fully sheathed inside me. He holds himself still for a few seconds as he looks down at me.

“You feel so damn good,” he whispers. “You can’t imagine how good you feel.”

I reach up and stroke his forearms. “Show me.”

As if my words unlock something inside Cole, he begins to move. He’s slow at first, thrusting in and out of me in long, leisurely strokes that make me gasp. His hands grip my hips tightly, holding me still so he can push into me.

“Harder,” I whisper, needing more.

I feel Cole’s fingers tighten on my hips. It’s all the warning I get before he obeys my command, pounding into me so deep that I cry out.

“Yes!”

He moves faster now, slamming home with each punishing thrust inside my body. It’s exactly what I need. I can feel my body inching closer to my climax each time his hips pound against me. Cole releases one of my hips and reaches lower, pressing his thumb against my clit, making me cry out at the added sensation. He doesn’t slow down when the orgasm barrels through me, making me dig my nails into his forearm as I scream.

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