Chapter Five
Madison
I led Cole into my hotel suite, taking a moment to remove my coat and hang it inside the closet. Breath stuttered in my throat, insides trembling with anticipation. Cole set my pulse tripping with the need to experience something visceral and real. No pretenses.
I wanted to let go of everything. Keep nothing of myself. I would be willful and strong, like my mother. Have no scruples, just like Logan. There was no one to hold me back, except myself. And I refused to let that happen.
I took my time turning around. Cole leaned against the jamb, tension evident in every muscled contour. A raw sense of danger peppered the air and my stomach clenched as a ripple of heat caught me.
Despite his relaxed posture, Cole’s gaze never wavered and I hesitated, unsure for a moment what to do next. I’d never been the one to initiate sexual contact, had never been sure enough of myself. But now the thought excited me.
I drifted forward, following the tug of Cole’s magnetism. A sheen of moisture prickled a heated path over my skin. I wanted to maintain an air of sophistication. Not to act as desperate as I felt.
Oh, to hell with that.
I launched myself at Cole, mashing my lips into his. A ragged sigh left me as I pressed against him, digging furrows in his shirt. I scrabbled for purchase, seeking relief from the sweet burn of need torching me from the inside out. A small part of me was shocked by my actions. This wasn’t me, but it felt so right. I couldn’t get enough. The caress of his lips rasping over me, the sweep of his tongue as it commanded me to follow.
I shuddered against the sharp hit of sensations, opening up to him as his tongue traced along the seam of my mouth, nibbling at the corner of my lips. His soft plunder tipped me further off balance, pushing away any rational thought. I groaned. Or was that him? It became impossible to tell with our mouths fused together.
I could have spent a lifetime in that one, intoxicating kiss. But all too soon, Cole eased back, his eyes pale slivers of icy heat, focused solely on me. My belly churned with heat, desire dampening my panties. I was quivering with pleasure under Cole’s stare, following his every move as he sat on the bed.
“Undress for me,” he rasped, his voice pure seduction.
A shiver trembled its way across my skin as I came to a halt just outside of Cole’s reach. I hooked into the smolder of his eyes and did exactly what he asked. Slipping off my clothes, one by one. No frills. No strutting around the bedroom wiggling my ass in his face, like Logan sometimes had me do. This was different. Not so much a show as revealing myself to him.
I curved my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, pushing them past my hips to let them fall at my feet. I undid my bra, the cups easing away from my breasts, straps slithering past my fingertips to join the other clothing on the floor.
Cole’s gaze burned over each inch of skin uncovered, drinking me in. Until I stood naked in front of him. He held out his hand and I took it, allowing him to draw me into the vee of his thighs. He traced a finger across my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in its path.
“Perfection,” he breathed.
“Not perfection.” I blushed, busying myself undoing his shirt. “There are always flaws if you look hard enough.”
Cole opened his mouth to argue but I swallowed his words with a kiss, tangling my fingers in his hair. My blood red nails were a shock of color against his sandy tones. I tightened my grip on the silky strands, tugging him forward to eat at his lips.
He groaned, his hips circling as he returned my caresses, shaping his hands along the curve of my spine. He tapped out a delicious dance and I ached for those long fingers to pluck at my breasts, imagining their coarseness against nipples. I arched forward, eager for his touch.
“Relax.” Cole settled his hands on my hips, holding me still.
“I can’t.” I wanted this bad. Wanted it now. I pushed his shirt from his shoulders, revealing tanned skin that dipped and curved into secret shadows.
“Let me see if I can’t help you loosen up a little.” He dropped to his knees, a warm chuckle rumbling against my thigh.
Hands crept to my belly, sweeping under the swell of my breasts. My body was one long delicious quiver of anticipation and I was rewarded when his thumbs brushed my nipples.
“More.” I rocked forward, breath hissing through my teeth.
Cole gave me what I wanted, palming my breasts at the same time he pressed his mouth to my belly. The soft brush of his tongue, the scrape of his teeth as he licked a trail across to my hip, down my thigh. He pushed my legs apart.
I pressed up on my toes, tempting Cole closer. His eyes rolled up, looking at me through thick lashes. Ensuring I watched, he clamped one arm tight around my buttocks, tilting his face to my sex. His tongue flicked into my wetness, tasting. A hoarse sound of satisfaction reverberated through him, followed by my own throaty moan. My knees threatened to buckle as pleasure seized me by the knees and shook.
He released another soft, sexy chuckle. “Don’t give out on me now, darlin’. We’ve got a ways to go.”
My answer was gasped back down my throat as his fingers abandoned my breasts and found their way to the creamy slickness of my pussy. Wet. So wet. One, two fingers slid inside me and my head fell back, breath seemingly impossible to catch. His tongue pressed against my clit, sensations cycling as he pushed his fingers in and out.
“Ah, God.” I widened my stance, gripping Cole’s hair as I rode his hand and his tongue. I was strung tight, pleasure surging over me, pressure building low and quick in my belly.
He pumped his fingers faster, his arm banding around my ass, holding me in place. He sucked my clit into his mouth, pulling hard. That was all it took. I collapsed in on myself and I was yanked over the edge, swallowed by wave after wave of exquisite ecstasy.
He gentled his mouth to soft kisses, his hands soothing and petting my back, my stomach, my hips.
“Perfect.” The word was saturated in satisfaction.
It took a moment for me to surface through the stupor of bliss. I found myself looking down at Cole as he stared up at me. Aftershocks pulsed at my clit and every muscle felt like it had been stretched to its fullest, then stuffed back in my body. Nothing worked as it should.
I stood there, gathering the strength to move when Cole pushed to his feet, sliding against my body. His pants rubbed over my hips.
“You’ve still got clothes on,” I mumbled.
“I got waylaid when I stopped for a snack.” Cole snapped his teeth and flashed a smile.
I tentatively reached for his waistband. He didn’t stop me. His cock sprang free as I lowered the zip. His erection was hard and full. Perfect. My mouth watered.
He sucked in a lungful of air as I wrapped my hand around his hardness and squeezed. I explored the curl of velvety skin around the head, cupping his balls with a soft, downward pull. Cole tugged me forward to catch my mouth.
I tasted myself on his lips, mingled with the sweetness of his breath, a heady scent of cinnamon, salt and desire. My fingers were suddenly clumsy on his cock as I slid my fist back up its length. Yes. That was me moaning. Writhing restlessly against him. Wanting more.
We were both breathing hard by the time Cole eased back and uncurled my fingers. I was about to protest, but he pulled out a condom. Oh. Yes. I trembled, my skin sensitive to even the smallest change in the air.
Hands that moved too slowly tore open the wrapper. He caught my lascivious look and grinned. My insides clenched, warmth blossoming into molten heat that traveled from my shoulder blades all the way to my toes. Dampness gathered between my thighs, my clit swollen and aching.
“I’ll go easy,” he promised.
“Don’t,” I whispered. “Don’t go easy,” I rasped in his ear.
His mouth fell open as I dug my fingers into his ass and ground myself against him. My gasp turned to a cry as Cole toppled me onto the bed. He quickly followed, nudging my legs apart. His fingers drew a line down the seam of my pussy and I squirmed under his touch as another burst of pleasure splashed over my slickening sex.
A satisfied smile transformed Cole’s expression to wickedness as he lifted his finger, glistening with my juices, to his mouth. He closed his eyes as his tongue came out to taste.
I couldn’t look away, wondering how that could be so damn hot.
His eyes snapped open, his gaze raking my hips, my breasts, my mouth…pinning me to the pillow. “I want you. Hard. Fast. Now.”
The smell of lust and anticipation drowned my senses. I drank in his wild expression, tremors rippling across my skin. Oh, I wanted him too. Badly.
“Please.” I could barely get the word out.
Cole grinned. He grasped my knee, hooked it around his hip, opening me further. His gaze locked on mine as the blunt head of his cock nudged inside. I tensed, suffering sweet agony, knowing I hovered on the precipice of something wonderful.
“Ahhh.”
He eased inside, pushing into my tightness, each inch gained igniting a thousand pinpoints of pure pleasure. My eyelids lowered, eyes rolling back…
So this was what ecstasy meant?
A final push and he was deep inside. There was a second when everything stilled, an out of body experience where I could see the two of us twined together in my mind’s eye. A moment of such perfection. Then Cole buried his face in my hair, breathing deep, seemingly gathering control before pulling back.
“Are you okay?” he breathed.
I opened my eyes. Unable to find the words to explain how fucking good it felt, I twined my legs more firmly about him and arched my back. Cole shuddered, a low groan of pleasure rumbling in his chest and he sank back into me, right to the hilt. Withdrawal was a slow, seductive glide.
I cried out as he plunged deep again and I rose to meet his deliberate, measured rhythm. I pressed my lips against his neck, the taste of him biting at my senses. Primal instinct took over and I surrendered to the exquisite thrust and slide, riding the pleasure. I clasped at strong shoulders, clinging on by my fingernails, holding onto the only thing that was real.
Each delicious moment took me higher. Cole brushed a string of kisses along my jaw, then dropped to nuzzle at my throat and down, to the top of my breasts. Lower.
The roughness of his tongue rasped around my nipple and I bowed off the bed, rising into a breathtaking spiral. He bit down and all thought was ripped from me. The suck and pull of his mouth, the hard length of his cock driving in and out—I became nothing more than a sensual carnal being. My sex clenched in a tight fist around his cock and I rocked against him, savoring each second of pleasure as my orgasm took me. Hard. I was dimly aware of Cole’s pace faltering. He thrust deep one last time and came with a wordless shout.
I was wrecked. Leached of energy, I fell back against the bed. Satisfyingly shattered. With an effort, I pried my eyes open, expecting to see the same contented expression on Cole’s face. Not so. He sat back and watched me carefully, his expression shuttered.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling at the corner of the sheet to cover his crotch.
I shifted against the pillows. Didn’t I look like a woman who’d been thoroughly and fantastically fucked? I noted the twinge of concern drawing at the corner of his eyes. The way he concealed himself. The hunger still sitting behind his guarded expression.
Truth dawned and a chill worked its way down my spine…
“You held back.” I leveled my accusation at him.
Cole didn’t deny it, and the bottom fell out of the fragile world I’d just created. Any lingering pleasure from what was, hands down, the most amazing sex I’d ever experienced, faded as anger speared my chest. I had just been satisfied within an inch of my life and he’d ruined that for me.
I couldn’t stand to look at him any longer. I pushed at his chest, tears of frustration pricking at my lids when he didn’t budge.
“Get out of my way.” I pushed again. Harder this time.
Cole levered off the bed and cast me a puzzled look before retreating to the bathroom. I waited until I heard the water running before falling back on the bed, covering my face with my hands.
Sex with me had meant nothing to Cole. Less than nothing. I’d wanted him to take me as if I was the woman he couldn’t keep his hands off. Lose control. Like I had. I’d wanted it to be real.
Instead, he’d been as fake as the Barbie-doll world I was trying to escape.