Till Death(68)

Before I lost all courage, I curled my fingers around my panties, drew them down, and stepped out of them. Then there was nothing between him and me. His gaze moved slowly over my body.

“Christ,” he groaned again. He slowly shook his head. “You’re so damn beautiful. Every part of you.” His fingers brushed over my shoulders and then down my front. I jerked when he touched the scar between my chest and then on my stomach. “These are beautiful to me, because it shows how incredibly strong you are. Never think you have to hide them from me.” His hand slipped down to my hip. “Never think that this,” he said, grasping his erection with his other hand, “isn’t all for you. You have no idea what you do to me. If you did, you wouldn’t be standing there looking at me like I’m crazy, but you’re fucking beautiful to me. You drive me crazy. Don’t ever forget that.”

His words turned my muscles to mush, because even though I found it all hard to believe, I knew he believed every word he just said.

Anticipation swirled hotly. “Make . . . make love to me.”

Cole drew me to him. Our thighs brushed. The coarse hair on his tickled mine. His hard chest brushed into my much softer one. Sensation thundered through me. “Do you have condoms?”

“Yeah. Yes. I have some in the top drawer of the dresser.”

“Stay right there.”

I wasn’t moving, even if a giraffe walked into my apartment and tap-danced. My gaze was glued to the firm globes of his ass as he retrieved a condom. He tossed the foil package on the bed. The room was heavy was tension.

Then he was 100 percent focused on me. He took my hand as he kissed me, slowly turning me around and backing me up until I bumped into the bed. Gently he guided me down, folding his hands under my arms and lifting me up, depositing me in the center of the bed.

“Waited years for this.” He lowered himself onto me, and the contact of his body over mine, with nothing between us, ignited a fire. “You know that though, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, touching his chest.

Cole rose onto his knees and grabbed the condom, tore it open, and started to slide it on. His gaze rose to mine. “You sure you’re—”

“I’m a hundred percent ready.” To prove it, I sat up and took over, loving his deep moan as I rolled the condom on.

“Hell,” he groaned.

Since I was there, I wanted to explore his golden skin. I went for his hips, tracing those marvelous bands of muscles. I was reaching lower when I suddenly found myself on my back, his lips trailing a blaze of hot, fiery kisses down my face and lower and lower, until his lips and mouth closed on the tips of my breasts.

Crying out in pleasure, my fingers curled around the short strands of his hairs, holding him close as he sucked and licked. My hips moved restlessly against him, causing him to shudder as his erection nestled against where I wanted him. He shifted slightly and his hand was between my thighs, wringing another cry out of me as his fingers eased in.

Everything moved fast at that point.

My greedy hands were all over him. I was shuddering and shaking, and I almost came apart when I felt the first touch of him pushing in.

“Hell, Sasha, you’re . . .” His voice choked off as I lifted my hips and he thrust in, seated fully. The pressure and fullness was unbelievable. “You’re fucking perfect.”

This was what was perfect.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and the only sound in the room was our breaths and gasps, and the sound of our bodies moving against one another. His hips rolled and pumped, and I followed, quickly becoming desperate as a tight tension built inside me.

Planting his elbow into the bed beside my head, he shoved his arm under my back and lifted me. Each stroke moved deeper, became more powerful. My body tensed around him and then a floodgate of pleasure built. We moved faster, our hips grinding together as our mouths clashed together. His tongue tangled with mine and then the tightly coiled knot of tension broke free. The orgasm was fierce, kicking my head back and lighting up every cell in my body.

Cole came as the spasms racked my body. He shouted out my name as his hips jerked and lost all rhythm. My hands glided lazily up and down his sides as one last shudder hit him.

Neither of us moved for a long time. Our hearts slowing down and our breaths becoming deeper, more even.

“God,” he said, lifting his head. He kissed my swollen lips. “That was . . .”

“Perfect. Marvelous,” I suggested. “Beautiful.”

“Yeah.” He rested his forehead against mine. “All three of them sound about right.”

I smiled, feeling like I had no muscles left in my body. “I could come up with a few more if you want?”

He chuckled, lifting his hips and easing out of me. “I’m going to take care of this. Need anything?”

Shaking my head, I bit down on my lip as he slid off the bed and walked toward the door. God, I could watch that man walk around naked all day.

Even though there was a good chance I could fall asleep right there in the middle of the bed, I forced myself up and under the covers. I didn’t even bother grabbing the nightie. I drew the covers up to my chest.

Cole returned, a look of approval etched into his striking face. “You sleep nude most of the time?”

I shook my head. “Not normally but I’m . . . too lazy to grab my clothes and put them on. That doesn’t bother you?”