Fall Back Skyward (Fall Back #1)(97)
How much I need him.
How much the past years have created a crater so deep inside my soul it would take a lot of forgiving on his part to make me whole.
I shut my eyes, gathering the courage I need to tell him what I’ve kept locked inside me all these years. It might be too late for us, but I want him to know. I need him to know.
A firm grip around my chin jolts me and my eyes snap open to find his face mere inches from mine.
I lift my hands to sign, but they’re shaking too much. I give up and angle my face, making sure he can read my lips. “I didn’t just love you, Cole. I worshiped the ground you walk on and I never stopped. I know you think I stopped loving you. But you’re wrong. How could I stop loving that big part of me that makes me who I am today?”
His face goes blank. His entire body goes still. Everything about him screams “Run, Nor”. The only reaction I get from him is his eyes, slowly moving down my body. He doesn’t need to touch me with his hands. His stare is doing all the touching I need to bring my body back to life.
Pride is a thing of the past. When it comes to Cole, I have none.
Suddenly, he pounces swiftly. I yelp in surprise. His strong hands are on my shoulder, walking me back until I feel my back hit a wall again. His fingers slide down my arms in firm strokes and finally rest on my hips.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, squirming against his tight hold, wanting out at the same time, needing his touch on me more than I need to breathe.
His hands leave my body long enough to sign, “Unless you want to wake up the girls and have them find you flat on your back with my cock inside you, you need to keep your mouth shut.”
Jesus, why am I turned on by his words?
My body jolts when his fingers lift my dress, his callused palms moving up my thighs. He continues to touch me, his eyes holding mine captive and I’m burning with every touch, panting when his fingers wrap around my neck, his thumb stroking the length of it as he absorbs the vibrations caused by my moans and groans. He’d always had a habit of touching my neck because feeling the vibrations turned him on even more.
He pins me harder with his body as his breathing becomes heavy. Leaning forward, he buries his face in my neck, inhaling me deeply. He traces his tongue along the vein beating erratically there, and I nearly come when he sinks his teeth in my shoulder. His lips latch on that spot, licks it and I jerk when I feel a sharp pain on my butt.
I pull back and glare at him. Did he just spank me? Oh, God, why do I like it so much?
Cole steps back, taking the warmth of his body with him. I bite my cheek to stop my greedy hands from pulling him back.
He lifts his chin and looks at me through hooded eyes. He lifts his hands and signs, “Show me. Show me how much you worship me.”
My thoughts explode into images those words evoke. I start to shake my head.
“Cole—”
His mouth tightens and anger flashes through his face. I snap my mouth shut and inhale deeply, closing the distance between us until we’re standing toe to toe. His body is shooting off some serious heat. He’s coiled tight, I can see his chest rise and fall through the shirt. I lift my head and meet his gaze, my fingers itching to touch him, run across his hair. Closing my eyes, I focus on bringing my raging arousal over this man under control. I’ve missed him so much I’m afraid if I act on what I’m feeling I might not let him go. I don’t realize my hands are touching him until I hear Cole hiss followed by a groan so potent it leaves my legs shaking. My eyes snap open to find him leaning his cheek into my hand, his mouth parted in pleasure. Gone is the furious look on his face.
God, he is beautiful.
I continue tracing my fingers around his face, down his throat, reacquainting myself with his body. When I reach his chest, my hand freezes at the feel of something hard and round attached to his nipple. His eyes peel open when my fingers stay there too long and he raises a brow at me. Is he wearing a nipple ring? That’s hot. I pluck it to see his reaction. He groans deeply, biting his bottom lip, breathing erratically. He grabs my hips and flips me around, pushing his front to my back. He lowers his head, licks my neck from the base of my throat to the sensitive spot between my ear and neck. I’m nothing more than a bundle of nerves.
Something catches the corner of my eye. Josh’s cologne. Shit. Crap. Shit. Josh. I don’t want Cole to keep on thinking his brother is the villain in the story.
I spin around and push at his chest with my hands. “We need to talk first.”
“I didn’t ask you to talk. You said you worshiped me. Show me.”
“No.” I step back, raising my chin “I’m not going to show you anything.”
I whirl around to leave the room and head for the bathroom on the other side of the bedroom. Wrong move. I should have known Cole wouldn’t let me walk away. Strong hands grip my hips and I’m flung around and slammed into a body that’s hot, hard and unforgiving. He grasps my wrists and yanks them up, shackling them with one hand while his free one moves around to cup one breast, roughly squeezing. My heart triples its pace and I buck my hips to throw him off. I never thought I’d ever feel anything but love for this man, but right now, fear is ripping through my veins as I fight to get away from him. The more I squirm to get him off me, the harder he pushes me to the wall. I can feel his erection, huge and unyielding on the small of my back as he thrusts his pelvis into me. Heat settles between my legs as memories of him inside me bombard my head. I remember the last time he was inside me, he’d taken me roughly, his teeth latching on any places they could find as we hid inside the prison warden’s bathroom. When I got home that night, I’d shed down my dress and gone to the shower. I’d nearly come again when I saw the red marks caused by his teeth and rough beard on my breasts and thighs.