Crazy in Love (Blue Lake #3)(53)

She didn’t need anything but him. This man.

The one who would leave her.

As if he read her mind, he threaded his fingers through the hair at the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his.


Kissing her tenderly, Cole guided her to the floor and settled between her hips. He kissed her without entering her. Braced himself on bent arms, their bodies flush against one another. The pressure of his body felt good and right, but the ache in her middle increased every second he wasn’t inside her.

The anticipation was too much…

“Cole,” she whispered against his lips. “Make love to me.”

He groaned into another kiss and then rose off her quivering body. Reaching into the crumpled pile of clothes, he removed a condom from his jeans pocket, tore through the wrapper and put it on. As he settled over the top of her once more, she gripped his shoulders tightly. Brought him down over her. And as he sheathed himself inside her, she cried out.

He embraced her. Possessed her body, heart, and soul. Hip to hip, mouth to mouth, they moved together in a passionate rhythm that wrenched a tear from her eye.

“When you look at me,” he said, breathless, “you see me.”

“Of course I do.” She rolled her hips in time with his languid thrusts.

“No, you see me, baby.” He stroked her hair, kissed her open-mouthed, and moved inside her to the beat of her heart. “No one has ever looked at me the way you do.”

A sense of pride soared through her. And when his hands dipped from her thigh to her backside, her core began to clench around him. The pride that existed before shifted to ecstasy. He held her as she shattered, stroking his hands down her cheeks.

“You’re beautiful.” His voice was filled with reverence. Total adoration. “I’m going to miss…this.”

A tear rolled down her cheek, but she hid it with a kiss. Cole might not have been able to say what he really meant, but she read between the lines.

She was going to miss him, too.

As his muscles strained on the verge his own release, he thrust into her deeper. Harder. Rachael arched back as another orgasm crested. With a throaty moan, Cole gazed deep into her eyes, cried out her name, and filled her with everything he had to give.





Chapter Sixteen





“When do you leave?” Rachael asked, lying in the crook between his arm and his shoulder. They’d been lying on the floor for hours, and although she wished for many more, it wasn’t going to happen.

“The crew was breaking down StoneMill when I left. That usually takes a few hours.” He brushed his hand over her hair in a loving caress. “They should be here to collect my things any minute,” he went on.

“And you’re sure you don’t want to stay until morning?”

He kissed the crown of her head. “It’s not that I don’t want to stay. It’s better for everyone if I don’t. I shouldn’t be here when the paparazzi shows up. The situation already looks bad, but if they get a shot of me walking out of the inn in the early morning, it’ll only get worse for you.”

Worse than finally finding the guy of your dreams only to have him leave?

“Then we better get moving,” she said. “Wouldn’t want your crew to catch you back here with the innkeeper.”

Not knowing what else to say, Rachael clutched the blanket to her chest and stood, yanking it from beneath his body. As she wrapped it around her shoulders, Cole shoved his legs into his pants and scooped up the rest of the clothes off the floor. He followed her down the hall into the inn and as they reached the top of the stairs, he weaved his fingers between hers.