Chapter Thirty-two
Madison
Hailing a cab was the easy part. Keeping my hands off Cole in the back seat?
Impossible.
Blood thudded hotly through my veins, my body flushed with heat. I turned my head to inhale his scent, spicy and succulent, drawing him deep into my lungs. I closed my eyes, running an exploratory finger down the center of his thigh. I felt his answering quiver and shifted in my seat as the ache inside my belly exploded into full-blown need.
Cole trapped my fingers against the hard muscles of his leg. So not helping. Another shaft of pleasure shuddered through me. He slipped his hand around the back of my neck and my mouth watered as he slowly lowered his head, inch by tantalizing inch, until he was only a whisper away. If I stretched up, the softness of his mouth would melt into mine. I could almost feel the lick of his tongue against my lips. Probing…stroking…tasting.
With a low moan, I lifted my head to close the distance. My fingers curled into his jacket, glad to have something to hold onto as Cole’s mouth crashed against me. He yanked me against the hardness of his chest, the heat of his erection smoldering through my dress, scorching a brand into my hip.
I was in flames, and Cole was both the ignition source and the cool salve to save me. I needed to touch him, but there was no room for me to get beneath his shirt. I found the column of his neck, seeking solace in the silky lengths of his hair. He stroked my hip, fingers running down to the slit in my dress.
I couldn’t hold back. I dug into his waistband, tugging at his shirt, desperate to find skin. I needed to reassure myself Cole was real, that I wasn’t going to wake up and find myself in a dream as I had on countless mornings since he’d left.
Tension relaxed as my fingers found the flat surface of his stomach. I roamed further, stretching to follow the line of his ribs, the curve of muscle just below his nipples.
“Mmm.” A hum of satisfaction purred from my lips.
Cole pulled back, his breath a ragged hiss, an expression close to pain clouding his features. He carefully extracted my hand from under his shirt. He kissed my fingertips, teeth scraping gently, making me squirm in my seat.
“The things I want to do to you.” His words were a caress, brushing against my breasts and between my thighs. I had come alive under his touch and it took all of my will to show restraint and not fling myself into his lap. “I can’t do them here. But soon,” he promised.
His pledge of fulfillment had to last me the rest of the short, torturous drive. I vowed I’d give Cole everything he wanted. Everything I had. Being without him had been agony. This was real.
We made short work of the trip to his hotel room door. Cole got busy finding a way into my gown while trying to swipe his card through the access reader. Only one of those actions was successful. Cool air hit my back as my dress gaped open.
If we didn’t get through the door, I had a feeling we’d end up on the floor. Naked. Right now. His mouth wandered along my collarbone and I drew a shuddering breath. Every inch of his body pressed into me. Wanting me.
“Cole. Door. Now,” I rasped.
The door pushed open and we were inside. I let my dress fall where I stood and stepped out of my panties. Behind me came a sharp intake of breath, then Cole moved to unclip my bra. My breasts swung free of the cups and he swung me around, lowering his head to capture my lips with a feather-light kiss.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
I stretched up, wanting to claim his mouth and be claimed. But Cole had other plans. I sank back onto my heels in frustration when he drew away.
“Patience.” He half-chuckled, half-growled, and I had the satisfaction of knowing he teased himself as much as me.
He reached for me again and this time it was me who stepped away.
“No. You now.”
Moving to the bed, my greedy gaze never left Cole as I sat down. I wanted him to strip out of his clothes, to see if reality matched my memory, which had painted a very sexy picture. I licked my lips as he complied with my wishes, easing out of his jacket. All the while, his stare lapped at my thighs.
“Open your legs. Let me see,” he ordered.
I let my thighs fall open and his lips parted as the glistening dampness of my pussy was exposed, my swollen clit. I skimmed my hands along the tops of my legs, holding back my own shiver of pleasure.
“The quicker you get undressed, the sooner you can be inside me,” I reminded him.
Cole’s shirt came off a lot quicker than his jacket had. And what was revealed was every bit as spectacular as I remembered. More so. I wanted to press my fingers into the dimples at his spine, trace every dip, each ridge that defined the outline of his hips.
Squeezing my hands together, I tried not to give into temptation. My body ached, heat and damp creating a sensuous slide against my clitoris as I wriggled impatiently. Waiting. Until the last item of clothing lay in a heap on the floor.
Cole stepped within reach. I wrapped my feet around his calves to pull him closer, watching his skin raise into a rash of goose bumps as I trailed fingers along his stomach. His cock stood proudly and I wanted to taste it, to lick along its length and make him come. Violently. I rolled my eyes to look up at him in silent question.
“No.” Cole shook his head. “I need you now. Fast. Then you can do whatever you like.”
I gripped his hand. There was something else I wanted for tonight.
“I use contraception. I-I’ve always used condoms and get regular checks.” My face heated, but I ploughed on regardless. “If…if you trust me?”
A sweet, sexy smile stole over his face. “No question.”
My chest filled with warmth, a heady feeling that stripped away the last of my doubts and fears. I hadn’t needed to hear it to see the truth—I’d seen it in Cole’s expression the moment I stepped in front of him—but the sound of those words meant more than I could ever explain. I felt like I’d waited a lifetime for this one perfect moment.
“No holding back.” Shivers of anticipation danced across my skin and I ran my fingers up his sides, pulling him forward at the same time I moved back. We collapsed together on the bed, skin against skin all the way.
“No holding back.” Cole growled his agreement.
My senses spun. I wanted him. Every cell in my body ached for Cole like a burn that scalded my insides. Wherever he touched, my flesh tightened, sending quivers of delight shooting through me. My nipples hardened, desperate for his fingers to find the sensitive, aching nubs.
I pressed forward, arching my back, wanting him to engulf me with his heat, to bury his head at my breasts, his cock deep inside me. Little sounds of pleasure rose like bubbles from my throat as I tried to articulate what I needed from him.
“Soon.” I felt rather than heard the words against my mouth.
When he finally eased back, we were both breathless. Cole’s eyes were molten ice, the palest of blue with irises of the deepest black. He delved down to my pussy and slipped a finger inside. I opened myself up, giving into the mindless pleasure as he eased in another.
“God. So wet.” A shudder racked him and he shifted between my legs, his cock a searing heat against my thigh. “This is going to be fast.”
“Don’t care. Do it. Now.” My words were a slur, turning to a gasp as he positioned his cock and pushed inside.
It was the most intensely powerful feeling to have his unsheathed length entering me on a slow glide.
“I have to see,” I demanded, wanting to savor each exquisite moment.
Cole pushed to his knees. Locked tight inside me, he lifted my ass as he slowly withdrew. I looked down the length of my body and could see his cock slide out, coated in my juices. He stopped as the bulb of his head breached my sex, eased back into me again.
“You feel so fucking good.”
I could only say one word. “More.”
He swung my legs up to rest on his shoulders, finding purchase as I dug my hands into the sheets.
“Please,” I groaned.
Maybe it was the please that did it, or maybe Cole couldn’t hold back any longer, but no sooner had the plea left my mouth, than he let go of all control, thrusting into me again. And again. Long strokes that filled me, swept me up, completed me.
I burrowed my fingers into the bed, my hips writhing with the quickening tempo, drunk with mindless pleasure.
“Yes. Yes. That’s it. Yes,” Cole urged me on, driving into me.
A long moan eased through my throat, interweaving with the hard slaps of my ass slamming into his thighs as he gripped my legs with bruising strength. I held on with everything I had, heavy tingles gathering in my stomach as the tension built.
Cole’s attention was riveted on my face, his eyelids fluttering closed as pleasure hit him hard. The sight, the sound, the scent, the slide of his cock as he drove deep became too much. I screamed Cole’s name, although I couldn’t hear any sound over the roar of air as my world exploded around me. I was pure sensation, spiraling outward, shattering everything in my path as I let go.
“That’s it.” Cole’s ragged voice brought me back. His muscles strained, his movements growing erratic. “Fuck. Madison. Yes. I’m going to come.”
He buried himself as fully as he could, hips stuttering tight against me as his cock spasmed. The knowledge there was nothing between us—that Cole was truly the first—tipped me over the edge again and we lay, bodies quaking in the aftermath of pleasure.
Cole pulled me to him and I buried my hands in his hair, tilting his face to meet my gaze. Nothing could be more perfect than this moment. I wanted to cry. I wanted to laugh. But most of all, I wanted to…
“Stay. Like this. Forever.” I didn’t realize I’d murmured the words out loud until he answered.
“I’m here.” Cole dipped his head to indulge in another slow and thorough kiss.
I cupped his face, searching his expression. What I saw there made my heart beat faster.
I drew in a breath. “I love you. I didn’t want you to leave tonight without knowing. I may not be everything you want, but my love for you is real.”
It was as if every muscle in Cole’s body relaxed. He buried his face in my hair, breathing deep.
“You’re more than I could ever imagine. Please, don’t think you have to hide who you are. You are perfect. So fucking perfect. And I love you,” he whispered into my neck, above my heart. “You and me. This is real.”
“Forever,” I confirmed.
And proceeded to show Cole just how real it could be.