Fall Back Skyward (Fall Back #1)(51)

I. Can’t. Breathe.

I meet his gaze. “You’re beautiful.”

He laughs. “Thanks, I guess.” His eyes drop to my chest.

I touch his arm and his eyes swing back up to mine, dark, hungry. But the urge to cross my arms on my chest is getting stronger. “Say something.”

He licks his lips and swallows, returning his gaze back to my chest. “Jesus. Beautiful.”

I’ll take that.

His hand moves to his pants and I glance down to see him adjust the bulge they barely contain. My cheeks heat when he catches me watching.

“Um. . .have you ever done this before? Been intimate with a girl?”

He shakes his head. “You?”

“With a girl?” I can’t resist teasing him. “No. Not with a guy either.”

His mouth spreads into a wide grin as he bends down.

“Um. Cole.” I sink my fingers in his hair and tug his head up from my shoulder. He stares down at me with hooded eyes. “I’m nervous.”

He sits up immediately, but he doesn’t put any distance between our bodies. “I’m nervous too.”

I bite the inside of my cheek. “But you look so sure of what you are doing.”

“Your body is like my guide. I know where to touch you or kiss you by watching how you react to me and listening to what my hands tell me. I touch you the way I want to be touched.”

Oh wow.

He leans down and kisses the top of my right breast making this humming sound that vibrates into my skin. I shiver, whimpering.

He lifts his head. “Is this okay?”

I nod, smiling. “I love what you’re doing so far.”

He dips his head back and does the same thing with my left breast. I hold my breath and close my eyes, wondering where his lips will kiss me next.

His hands squeeze my breasts and he buries his face between them, his hot breath fanning my skin. His mouth moves down, tracing his tongue along my ribs, and nips at the slight rise of my stomach. My eyes fly open and my hips buck off the bed.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” I chant under my breath.

I bite my lip when I feel his lips skim the edge of my panties, moan when he blows a breath on my navel, groan and wiggle when he sucks on my skin there. My eyes fly open and I bolt upright when I feel a finger trace the material of my panties between my legs.

His head comes up and he bites his lip, running the tip of the finger back and forth in that place that burns for his touch. My head falls back and my body thrashes on the bed. It’s too much. I feel everything, everywhere.

“Is this okay?” His speech is slower and the words are barely audible, coated by lust. His hands pull back just as I start to feel this tingling feeling building up inside me.

My eyes flip open and I lift my head to look at him between my legs. “What happened? Why did you pull back?” I ask panting.

He looks unsure, it’s touching and extremely cute that he cares that much about my needs. But I want that finger back. I need to feel that magic again. I reach out, grab his hand and pull it back between my legs.

“Please?”

Confidence floods back into his features. He snags his bottom lip between his teeth and picks up where he left off. His movements are a mix of rough and too gentle now and I know he’s just as nervous and I am.

I wrap my hand around his finger and guide him, showing him what feels good.

Something is building inside me, and I can’t control it. Cole seems to read my body because that finger rubs faster, pressing harder. His lips kiss my inner thigh, nip a bit and with just one last push of his finger, my eyes close and I’m flying without wings, riding on what feels like a wave made up of so many emotions I could actually cry. My breathing calms slowly as I come back down from my high, and when I feel the swipe of a finger on my cheek, I open my eyes and stare into the most beautiful face in the world.

“Fuck. That was stunning.” He brushes my cheek with his thumb and then the other one.

Crap. I didn’t mean to cry. Why am I crying? It was the most perfect thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Wow. Your fingers. . .oh God.” I bury my face in my hands, too happy, feeling different than the girl who walked inside this room ten minutes ago. If his fingers can drive me wild like that, the thought of him inside me sends all kinds of images flashing through my head.

He tugs my fingers away and grins wide. “You came. And you are welcome,” he says with a smug smile.

My eyes widen, staring at the proud look on his face. “You’re cocky.”

“Thank you.” He groans and rolls to lie on my side, and turns to face me as he uses his hand to massage himself. “I need to go home and take care of him.”

“I could help you with. . .um. . .Batman. . .if you showed me what to do.”

His hand stops moving and he stares at me incredulously. “Batman?”

Oh God. “Yes.” His shoulders start to shake in laughter as he moves to sit up then turns to look at me. “I just don’t have words for you right now.”

He rolls out of bed and grabs his shirt from the floor, slipping it over his head. “We’ll have to work on showing you how to make me feel better.” He winks and walks to the bed where I’m lying, feeling as if my body doesn’t have a single bone left to hold it together. He plants his hands on either side of my head and leans down to kiss me softly. Gently. He pulls back and stares down at me. “I need to run. I promised my dad I would drop by at his office to help with the construction he has going. See you at ten?”