Assured (Soul Serenade #2)(41)

“I’ve waited so long for this,” I say. My voice is husky against the desire that’s coursing through me.

I need to be inside her.

As I start to climb on the bed, I remember—protection.

I stalk away to find my jeans.

“Cole?”

I dig around until I find my wallet and pull out the condom. I raise it in the air and show her what I’m doing; she relaxes back into the soft mattress. At least it looks soft, but then again, maybe it’s just her. Stacy makes anything look soft. Just look at what she’s done to me.

In two long strides, I’m back at the bed. I crawl on from the bottom, taking in the beauty before me, pause only long enough to rip open the condom and quickly roll it on. I continue on until I’m nestled between her thighs.

“Why did you stop?” she asks breathlessly.

I haven’t even touched her yet. “I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”

“I’m good,” she assures me.

“You sure?” I quirk a brow.

Her answer is to raise her hips and search for me, and I have to fight like hell not to slide inside her. I pull my hips back and rest my weight on one arm; the other’s searching out the answer. Sure enough, I find her soaked.

“Told you.” She smirks.

I don’t even try to hold in the laugh that escapes my lips. “That you did,” I say, placing my weight on both elbows on either side of her head. Reaching up, I smooth the hair away from her face. “You good?” I ask as I rub my cock against her center.

“Not yet,” she pants. “But I will be.” She runs her fingers through my hair and pulls me closer, pressing her lips against mine.

I get lost in the kiss, in the duel of my tongue with hers. I drink in the taste of her. I want to kiss every inch of her ivory skin.

Next time.

There will most certainly be a next time, and that’s when I will devour every f*cking inch of her. Right now, I need to be inside her.

Again, she raises her hips, and that’s when it happens. I slide home.

Home.

I freeze.

She feels like heaven. She feels like home. It hits me like a lightning bolt—this is more for me because I’m falling in love with her.

Hell, I think I might already love her.





A moan that would put a porn star to shame falls from my lips the minute he pushes inside me.

Then he stops.

I watch as he stares down at me, a look I can’t quite describe on his face.

“Cole,” I say hesitantly.

“I won’t ever,” he replies reverently.

I run my fingers through his hair. “You’ve lost me,” I tell him.

He lowers himself so there is not one part of him that’s not touching me. “I won’t break you.”

He’s responding to what I said earlier.

Don’t break me.

His voice doesn’t waver, his statement bold and confident.

Assured.

It’s obvious that this is a declaration on his part. A promise not to break my heart. I’m at a loss for words. What do I say to that? Okay? I’m going to hold you to it? I can’t seem to find my voice as the sentiment of his words sink in. Instead, I smile softly and pull him closer for a kiss, slowly moving my lips with his, enjoying the feel of his weight against me.

When I do find my voice, the only word that comes to mind is “It.”

Cole chuckles as he slowly rocks his hips against mine.

“I’m going to have to apologize now.”

“What are you talking about?” I laugh. I’ve never been with a guy where you can be funny and serious in such an intimate situation.

“I’m not going to last, babe.” He rocks his hips again. I watch as he clenches his eyes closed.

“You can make it up to me next time.” I lean up and kiss his shoulder. He starts a steady rhythm, and I meet him stroke for stroke. “It’s . . . not going to take long,” I pant as he does this . . . swirling, thrusting thing with his hips that hits all the right spots.

“Never f*cking felt like this,” he vows. He stops moving as his lips capture mine. I immediately open for him. I get lost in the kiss as his tongue stokes mine. He’s all consuming.

Breaking away from this kiss, his lips trail down my neck nipping and sucking along the way. When his warm mouth captures a nipple, I arch my back off the bed.

“More,” I plead. My hands grip his ass as I try to pull him into me. He releases my nipple with a pop and moves right over to the other, giving it equal amounts of his attention, ignoring my plea. I’m on fire. I can feel every stroke of his tongue, the touch of his fingers as they dig into my hips, his weight against me. He’s turning my body into liquid fire, lava.

“Cole,” I whimper.

He pulls back and stares down at me. His eyes, dark brown pools of desire lock on mine. “So f*cking sweet,” he whispers as his lips once again descend on mine.

My heart literally skips a beat. I’m overwhelmed with emotions—fear, elation, passion and desire. All of them because of the man above me.

“Are you with me, sweets?”

“Yes,” I say, gripping his back. Holding on for the ride. One I know I’ll want to experience over and over again.

Cole locks his fingers at the top of my head, his weight resting on his elbows as enters me slowly. Each thrust of his hips is calculated and sure. His eyes never leave mine as he gives me exactly what I’ve been begging for, more of this, more of him.