Claiming Sarah (Ace Security #5)(50)

He’d gotten drunk one night in his early twenties and thought it would be hilarious to get a compass inked right above his dick. Knowing what a colossal mistake he’d made, he’d tried to fix it by adding geometric designs all around the damn thing. He thought the final result was pretty badass, but there was always the chance Sarah would think it was stupid.

Her hands immediately went to the hem of his shirt.

Grinning, Cole helped her pull his shirt over his head. Then, knowing he was seconds away from opening his pants, and hers, and shoving himself as deep inside her as he could get, he stood.

Sarah let out the cutest little screech, then immediately hooked her ankles together at his ass and draped her arms over his shoulders. With every step he took toward his bedroom, her pussy rubbed against his cock. It was the best kind of pain.

He walked straight to his unmade bed and leaned over, dropping her on the mattress. As she scooted herself to the middle, he followed, not wanting to lose contact with her body for one second. As if they were sharing the same brain, her fingers went to the button on his jeans at the same time he went for hers.

He stood up to shove his jeans off, the separation from her almost physically painful. He watched as she shimmied her jeans and panties over her hips until she could kick them off absently.

Taking a breath to savor the moment, Cole stared down at the woman he loved, seeing her naked for the first time.

Yeah, he loved her. With everything he was.

He would kill to keep her safe, if necessary. She was going to be the most spoiled woman in the history of the world, because all she had to do was ask for something, and it’d be hers.

Her thighs were pale and full. Her hips wide. Her tits were perfectly proportioned for her frame, nipples still hard, beckoning to him.

“So fucking beautiful,” he said before putting his knees back on the mattress and crawling to her.



Sarah couldn’t believe she’d been so forward downstairs. But she knew Cole was seconds from being a gentleman and leaving her on the couch while he went to his own room. She didn’t want him going to bed without her. So she’d done the only thing she could think of at the time . . . she’d sat on him.

But the second she’d straddled his lap, her brain had short-circuited. His dick felt huge, and she couldn’t help put push herself against him. One thing led to another . . . and here they were.

In his bed.

Naked.

And she’d never wanted anything more in her life.

Cole was big. All over. But the way he towered over her only seemed to make her feel that much more protected and cared for. She’d felt how big and hard he was when she’d sat on his lap. His thighs were like bricks, but it was his dick that she was most interested in at the moment.

When he’d taken off his shirt, she already knew his tattoos carried over from his arms, down his chest and to his stomach. But the second he took off his jeans, she couldn’t tear her gaze from his cock.

She vaguely noticed he was tattooed down there too, but her eyes wouldn’t leave his dick long enough to check out the ink.

His cock was thick. Much thicker than anything she’d taken inside her in the past. She felt moisture flood her pussy at the sight, as if her body was readying itself for him. She remembered the way he’d gone at her breasts as if he couldn’t wait a second more to get his mouth on them. And the way he’d palmed her ass. And how he’d taken control of their kiss and directed her head exactly where he’d wanted it.

Everything about Cole turned her on—and she wanted him inside her. Now.

Her legs fell open, and he immediately took advantage, kneeling between her thighs, forcing them apart even more. She should’ve been nervous. It had been a long time since anyone other than her doctor had seen her there, but the reverent look on Cole’s face made her feel sexy instead.

His cock head was dripping precome. Some landed on her thigh, so hot it almost seemed to scorch her.

“Cole,” she moaned, running her hands up and down his arms, vaguely admiring the way his tattoos moved and flexed as his muscles bunched.

He leaned over her, and she felt his dick brush against her pussy lips for a second before he moved, then it rested hot and heavy against her stomach. She sucked in deep gulps of air and felt him shift up and down with her breathing.

“Are you on the pill?” he said huskily into her ear.

Blinking up at him, Sarah realized that she hadn’t thought once about birth control. Or protecting herself against any kind of sexually transmitted disease. But almost the second the thought of protection crossed her mind, she dismissed it. She was in Cole’s world right this second, and she knew without even thinking about it that he’d never do anything to put her at risk.

“No.”

He nodded, as if he’d expected that answer. “Knowing I could make you pregnant right now is the biggest fucking turn-on,” he said in that same low, rumbly voice. “But I need to make sure you’re safe first.”

“Safe . . .”

“From that asshole who thinks he’s in love with you,” he clarified.

Sarah practically melted at the protective vibes he was giving out. She nodded.

“I’ll wear a condom in the meantime, because the last thing you need to be worried about is a child growing in your belly when we don’t know where he is or what he’s planning. But, be forewarned, angel, the second Owen is out of the picture, once and for all, I’m taking you bare. As much as you’ll let me. When we wake up in the morning, in the shower, at the table after breakfast, lunch breaks, and definitely at night before we sleep.” Then, briefly, uncertainty crept into his eyes. “You okay with that?”