Claiming Sarah (Ace Security #5)(52)

But she soon forgot all about that as he sped up his thrusts.

“This okay?” he panted.

“Oh yeah,” she reassured him. “Harder.”

“I won’t hurt you.” He almost seemed like he was talking to himself rather than trying to reassure her.

He felt amazing inside her. But it wasn’t enough. She’d never be the kind of woman who could get off with mere intercourse. She needed more. Not sure if she should tell him, show him, or just forget about it this first time, she didn’t realize Cole had been studying her while she was lost in thought.

“What do you need?” he asked.

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

“What do you need to get off again?” he clarified.

Feeling shy, but knowing she wanted to make sure their sex life was as amazing as it could be, she blurted, “My clit. I need direct stimulation.”

Cole didn’t hesitate. Didn’t tell her to do what she needed to do. He simply shifted above her and reached one hand down to strum her clit while he resumed fucking her. “Like this?”

Sarah’s eyes just about rolled back in her head. His thumb working her clit, at the same rhythm that he penetrated her, was heaven.

“Yesssss,” she hissed.

She caught his smile before he got serious about the whole lovemaking thing. His hips began pistoning back and forth steadily, as if he were some sort of machine. At the same time, he varied the pressure and speed of his thumb on her clit. The combination drove her crazy. Within a minute, she was writhing under him again. Pulling away from the intensity of his touch, then pressing up into him, wanting more. It was confusing as hell, and she’d never felt anything like it in her life.

“Come on my cock, angel,” he said when she got close. Her thighs trembled, her ass clenched, and she felt the orgasm coming on like a freight train. The second she flew over the edge, she cried out in ecstasy. She felt Cole grab hold of her hips—and if she’d thought he was fucking her before, she was wrong.

Now he was fucking her.

His cock powered through her clenched inner muscles, prolonging her climax. He slammed in and out, his pelvis smacking into hers with every thrust. He was grunting, and she could see sweat snaking down his temple.

He was beautiful.

She wasn’t sure she’d ever seen anything so gorgeous in all her life.

Then he came.

And that—that was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

His jaw clenched, his eyes closed, his breathing stopped, and he threw his head back. He pushed his cock once more inside her as far as he could get, and exploded.

She actually felt his dick twitch inside her as come shot out of his tip, presumably filling the condom. It took several seconds, but he eventually let out the breath he’d been holding, and every muscle in his body sagged, as if he were a balloon that had suddenly deflated.

Without a word, he fell to his elbows over her, careful not to squish her, and buried his face in her hair on his pillow. They stayed like that for a few minutes, both breathing hard, trying to recover from being turned inside out.

Sarah had no idea if sex with Cole would be like that every time; she kinda hoped it wouldn’t. It was intense and almost scary . . . but oh so good.

She could feel him slowly softening inside her, and when his cock finally popped out of her body, they both sighed in disappointment. Then Cole did something surprising. He scooted down until his head was level with her chest and rested his cheek on her boob. His hand came up and rested on her throat, not threatening in any way, just resting there, its weight comforting.

The exhalations from his nose wafted over her nipple, bringing it to attention, but he didn’t move.

“Did you mean it?” he asked after a while, and Sarah had never heard him sound so uncertain.

But she didn’t have to ask what he meant. She was his, just as she hoped like hell he was hers. “I meant it,” she reassured him.

Cole nodded. “You won’t regret it. I swear.”

“I know I won’t. But you might.” She had to say it. She wasn’t exactly the best bet. She was too nice, kind of a loner, had no family to speak of. But he immediately shook his head.

“Never,” he vowed.

They fell asleep that way. With Cole wrapped around her, using her chest as a pillow. The sheets would be a mess when they woke up, but Sarah didn’t care. Nothing could burst her bubble of happiness. Nothing.





Chapter Twelve

Sarah’s “bubble of happiness” lasted until about seven the next evening.

The day had been amazing. Cole had woken her up and led her to the shower. He’d made love to her there, and it had been just as intense and thrilling as the night before.

Then they’d had breakfast and gone to the mall to find her something to wear. Since neither of them had remembered to throw her clothes into the washer, she’d ended up going commando under her jeans and wearing one of his T-shirts tied in a knot at her hip. Sarah felt as if everyone who saw them knew exactly what they’d done the night before—and that morning—but surprisingly found that she didn’t care.

Cole had talked her into buying a little black dress for her girls’ night that evening, and she’d found a few cute tops on sale that she’d also decided to purchase. She hadn’t counted on Cole refusing to let her pay for her things, though. She’d argued, but he’d simply stared at her with the certain look she was beginning to realize meant he wasn’t going to back down, and said, “You agreed.”