Fall Back Skyward (Fall Back #1)(104)

“I’ll pull out. I promise. I just want to feel you, Snowflake. Just want to show you how much I have missed you. How much my cock misses your warm heat.”

His body is hot, literally vibrating with need, sweat is beaded on his forehead. His erection pressing against my stomach and suddenly the urge to feel him inside me is strong. I remember how he felt in me. I’ve never been a risk taker, but now. . .

God, I want to do this. With him. It’s wrong, doing it in the Warden’s office. He has been so kind to me. But I want it bad. I want to swim in the sea of its wrongness if it means having Cole inside me. I’ve missed him so much.

I hear the sound of a door open and close on the other side of the bathroom’s door, and I freeze.

“What?” Cole asks, picking up on my body language.

“Someone is out there.” His eyes cloud with fury and he puts me down. He stalks to the door, opens it and ducks his head to look, then pulls back seconds later and flips the lock. He grabs my hand and yanks me flush to his hot, hard body while walking us backward to the wall. His large, calloused hands are hungry, desperate as they slide under my dress and circle my hips. His fingers press on my skin as if he’s trying to leave a mark there before gentling.

“”I really love dresses. So accessible,” he says as he hooks his fingers around my panties, pulls them down, bunches them and shoves them in his pocket. “I’ll need to keep these.”

Oh, God.

I shove my hand inside his pocket but he clasps his fingers around my wrist. “I can’t walk out of here without underwear.”

“I dare you.” The words bounce off the walls in the tiny room.

I groan. Crap. He has no idea how loud he is. We might be discovered any second. I pull back and meet his dark gaze and whisper, although it’s more for my benefit than his. “So I’m supposed to walk out of here commando?”

“Yes.” He grins while his fingers work on the zipper on my dress. He tugs the bodice front down and bows his head and sinks his face between my breasts. He inhales deeply and groans, that sound sending shivers all over my body. He lifts his head to look at me.

“I f*cking love your tits. You smell like my best decision ever. I missed touching you so much.” His fingertips slide across my lower stomach. My heart stops beating when his palms skim the raised scars along my thigh.

Shit. With my brain overloaded with the feelings Cole’s invoking in me, I completely forgot about the new scars there.

I try to pull back while forcing my dress down, but Cole’s grip around me tightens. Without shifting his gaze from mine, he bunches the dress in his hands and shoves it up. I break the eye contact by shutting my eyes and tilting my head to the side, not ready to see his reaction. After what feels like a lifetime, suspended in silence, I feel his fingers on my chin tugging my head to face him.

“Open your eyes, Nor.”

I shake my head and wiggle my body free. I stop as goose bumps begin trailing up my arms and down my neck as he nips at my bottom lip and he pushes his body against mine, trapping me.

“Open your eyes,” he says again.

Taking a deep breath, I do as I’m told. I expect to see disappointment, anger. Hell, even revulsion. But what I see knocks the breath out of me. He swallows violently and drops his hands from my body. The loss is immediate.

“Why, baby?” he signs between the space separating our bodies.

I shake my head and drop it on his shoulder. Oh man. How will I make him understand the numbness I felt, the emptiness that had taken over me both physically and emotionally without sounding like a broken record?

“I’m not judging you,” he says. My eyelids flutter open. “I’ll never judge you. I told you before and I’ll say it again. Your scars don’t scare me. You once asked me, who would love a girl with scars. I told you I do and always will for as long as you’ll have me. It would take a monumental effort to get rid of me.” He pauses and bites his bottom lip as he studies me with dark, hooded eyes. “I’ll say this over and over again until every word is imprinted in your soul. Your scars don’t make me love you less. I f*cking love you. What I feel for you is not just an emotion, Snowflake. It’s alive and breathing. Knowing I’ll see you when this is all over is the only thing that keeps me going. Looking at you is like looking into a mirror.”

He finishes this declaration in a rather loud voice, but I’m beyond caring if we’ll be heard at this point. Tears roll down my cheeks at the same time I’m smiling hard, and pulling his tousled head down towards my mouth.

“I love you with every broken, messy piece of me.”

“Good. Now give me your mouth, Snowflake.” He stands still, waiting for me to bridge the small space between us. I lean forward and touch my lips with his. His restraint explodes and suddenly his fingers are wrapping around the nape of my neck, his thumb pressing and stroking my windpipe, absorbing my moans and groans into his skin.

He stumbles back, pulling me with him. His free hand shoves between us and fumbles with his pants. He pushes them down in hurried tugs. He switches our positions without breaking stride, flips the toilet seat down and plops on it. He grips my hips with both hands and parts my legs with one of his, then tugs me forward to straddle him.

“Come on, Baby. Sit on my cock”

I do, biting back a groan as I feel him stretch me. He shudders as his hold on my waist tightens.