Claiming Sarah (Ace Security #5)(49)

“Lucky for you, I don’t want to wait,” she said calmly.

Cole’s mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Sarah leaned back and reached for the hem of her shirt. Before he knew what she was up to, she’d whipped it up and over her head.

Without thought, his hands moved from where they were desperately clutching the cushion to clasp her hips once more. His fingers dug in as she pressed herself even harder against his dick and wiggled a little for good measure.

“You’re a good man, Cole,” she said softly. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I have no doubt that if we were about to have sex, and I told you I’d changed my mind, you would immediately pull back. I’ve had that three-date rule in place because no man has ever made me yearn to be with him for longer than that. But I think I knew from the first time I saw you that you would be different.”

“I was an ass,” Cole choked out.

“You were busy and stressed,” she protested. “And you came after me. Took the time to reassure me. To apologize. You have no idea how rare that is. I want you. If we didn’t have things to do this morning, I would’ve let you take me right there in my foyer.”

Cole licked his lips and dropped his eyes to her chest. God. Her tits were encased in a plain cotton bra, but he’d never seen anything sexier. She wasn’t stick thin; her stomach had a pooch, and her boobs were definitely lush—and all he saw was perfection. Cole was surrounded by rock-hard, muscular bodies all day long. Sarah’s beat them all, hands down.

His fingers itched to pull down the cups of her bra and feast on her succulent tits. But he had to make sure. She had to be sure.

“If we do this,” he warned, knowing his voice sounded too husky and a bit harsh, but not caring even a little, “you’re mine. Don’t give yourself to me unless you’re sure. It would kill me.”

And that was the truth. He wasn’t telling her because he was a possessive guy—okay, he was, but that wasn’t why. He was warning her because it would literally kill him if he had her, then had to watch her walk away.

He knew, down to the marrow of his bones, that she was it for him. His match. The other half of his soul. Whatever sappy romantic term poets liked to call true love. He was there. And if she gave herself to him and then left, it would destroy him.

“I’m sure,” she said softly.

Cole knew he should ask her again. Make her understand exactly what she was doing. That they weren’t about to merely have sex. That she was making a commitment. That she was agreeing to let him protect her. To provide for her. To stand up for her and stand with her on causes she believed in. To be the asshole when needed so she could always be the nice soul she was born to be.

But with her sitting on his dick, pressing against him, her luscious tits against his chest, he didn’t have the willpower. “Mine,” he growled.

Instead of arguing, Sarah smiled. “Mine,” she repeated.

And Cole moved.

He shoved one hand down the back of her jeans to palm her ass as best he could, and the other went to her back, pulling her against him.

He fell on her like a starving jackal who hadn’t had a meal in weeks. Their teeth clacked together as they devoured each other. Cole felt his dick get even harder as Sarah’s hips undulated, as if she were desperate to get him inside her. He couldn’t help but smile. His angel was all goodness and light, but in bed, he knew she was going to be a wildcat . . . demanding and insisting on getting what she wanted.

He tore his mouth from hers, and she moaned, but when he pushed her backward and dipped his head, she acquiesced immediately, throwing her head back and arching to give him room. Cole kept his hand on her ass, pressing her against his crotch, even as he brought his other hand up and yanked the cup of her bra down, exposing her pert, rosy nipple. He latched on to it and sucked. Hard.

She let out a combination shriek and moan at his action, but Cole didn’t stop or let up on the intensity of his sucking. If he could’ve inhaled her at that moment, he would’ve. He was out of control, and he couldn’t have stopped if his life depended on it.

As Sarah writhed in his grip, he alternated sucking, biting, and licking her nipples. Both bra cups were pulled down now, pushing her tits up almost obscenely. Her hands were thrust into his hair, and she was pulling him closer, asking for more.

Cole hadn’t ever been this hard before. Nor this close to release without sex. He knew if he didn’t get a handle on the situation, he’d come in his pants before he’d even gotten hers undone.

Taking a deep breath, and ignoring the way Sarah tugged on his hair, trying to get him to suck on her some more, Cole held her away from him.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over the vision on his lap. Her chest was flushed from desire, and her nipples were rosy red from the scruff of his beard and his teeth. She was breathing harshly, fast-and-hard pants, and her hips moved against his dick impatiently. She was fucking beautiful. And all his.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he said in awe.

Her cheeks flushed, and she bit her lip. “I love your tattoos,” she said in response. “I don’t think I’ve told you that yet.”

Cole chuckled. He loved that he could rattle her. “You haven’t seen all of them,” he teased. Yeah, she’d seen his chest when he’d mowed her lawn that first week, but she hadn’t seen what was hiding behind his zipper.