Claiming Sarah (Ace Security #5)(83)

“I’m not going anywhere, and all I need and want is you,” she whispered.

“And you’ve got me.”

Sarah took a deep breath. “I decided what I’m getting tattooed. As soon as I can, after these babies arrive.”

“Yeah?” Cole asked, his nostrils flaring. She loved that he got turned on thinking about her with a tattoo. They so hadn’t been her thing . . . until she’d met Cole. Now she couldn’t wait to get inked. Especially after seeing his tribute to her and their love.

She pulled out of his arms, which wasn’t that easy since he was reluctant to let her go, and went over to the dresser on her side of the bed. She pulled out a piece of paper, nervous now. When she’d seen what the artist had drawn, she’d loved it, but after seeing his, she wasn’t so sure.

“Show me, angel,” Cole urged.

Sarah came back to him and held out the piece of paper.

He took the sheet and unfolded it as she said, “I’d planned on getting it on my shoulder blade. It’s not as big as yours, but I figured I’ll probably be a huge wuss, and it’ll hurt.”

When he didn’t say anything, she asked nervously, “Is it too big? I can do something else.”

Without a word, Cole dropped the paper and jerked her into his body. Sarah let out a loud oof when she landed against him, and before she could say or do anything, she was whisked up into his arms, and he was dropping her on their bed.

“Cole?” she asked, propping herself up on an elbow.

His hands were undoing the button of his jeans, and he grunted, “Strip. Now.”

Smiling, Sarah felt her nipples get hard, and she immediately got wet between her legs. She loved it when Cole went all alpha on her. She got to her knees and pushed her leggings and panties down her thighs. She’d gotten her shirt up and over her head, but hadn’t managed to get her leggings all the way off when she felt Cole’s hands on her hips. He turned her as if she weighed nothing and weren’t six months pregnant with twins.

He pushed until she was on her hands and knees in front of him. His fingers went between her legs and spread her wetness up to her clit. He began to stroke her exactly how fast and hard she liked it, and she moaned. “Cole . . .”

“Need you,” he said. Sarah also loved it when he got so turned on, he couldn’t speak in complete sentences.

Nodding, she lowered her head and pushed back against his fingers as he began to fuck her with them. She couldn’t spread her legs apart very far because of her leggings, and she whimpered in frustration. Before she could beg him to let her finish getting undressed, he was pushing his dick inside her.

Then he was fucking her as if it were the first time . . . or the last. She wasn’t sure which. Within a minute or two, Sarah knew she was going to come. Her pregnancy had made her extremely sensitive, and she never failed to come at least twice when Cole made love to her.

“That’s it, angel. Come for me.”

She felt her muscles fluttering around his dick and moaned in ecstasy as she exploded. As she knew they would, Sarah felt Cole’s thrusts speed up after she came. One hand snaked under her to squeeze her nipple, and the other went between her legs.

“Shit . . . Cole . . . shit!”

She was beyond words as he fucked her to another monster orgasm. She felt him fill her up even as she twitched and writhed under him.

Instead of immediately falling to his side and taking her with him, as he usually did when he took her this way, Cole’s fingers traced the small of her back. His touch made goose bumps form all over her body.

“Right here,” he said softly. “You should put that tattoo right here.”

Smiling, Sarah nodded.

“I want to see it every time I take you this way. I want to know it’s under my hand when I walk beside you. I love the thought of having me inked on you. I love you, angel. You’ll never know how much.”

And with that, he gently fell to his side, taking her with him and keeping himself lodged inside her until the last possible moment. With her belly being as big as it was, it was harder to stay connected after they made love, but his hand gently cupped her folds. Holding her to him. She knew he was also enjoying the feel of his come dripping out of her, but she didn’t call him on that.

Smiling, she could just see the edge of the paper with the design of her tattoo, lying on the floor where Cole had dropped it. She didn’t need to see it to know what it looked like, though. She’d memorized the drawing, had described in detail what she wanted to the tattoo artist.

A man was holding a woman against his chest, his face not quite visible because his head was down. And it wasn’t actually a woman, but an angel. The man’s arms were covered in tattoos that closely matched Cole’s. The angel had hair like hers, and her eyes were closed. She was snuggled into the man’s chest, and the word home was written over and over, end to end, around the couple, in the shape of a heart.

“You’re home to me,” Sarah told Cole softly. “Wherever you are is where I want to be.”

“I love you.”

“And I love you.”

As she knew it would, his free hand slipped to her belly, and she covered it.

She twined their fingers and smiled when she heard Cole snoring a minute later. Her leggings were still around her thighs, and Cole’s hand was still covering her lady bits. She was lying in a wet spot, and her bra was digging into her ribs, but Sarah had never been more comfortable.