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Harbor
The second I wake up, I lurch upright in the bed, repeatedly blinking. That isn’t my dresser. It’s a large black dresser with a lamp on top. The curtains are drawn, so I can’t make out what’s inside the frame. Where am I? Slowly, the fog recedes in my brain, and I smile. Cole’s house. I shift my attention back to the bed to find him lying on his back with his arms propped behind his head.
“Ready to escape?” He cocks an eyebrow upward.
“Nope.” The man is gorgeous, surrounded by soft white sheets which only emphasize his golden skin.
“Good.” He unlaces his arms as I climb on top of him and kiss his lips. Slowly and deliberately. He wraps his arms around me, and I arch into his already-hardening cock. It shouldn’t be possible for either of us to want sex, but that doesn’t seem to stop us and hasn’t the last four times either.
The speed of my heartbeat increases, along with the heat between my legs intensifying until it feels like I’m on fire. My entire body feels like it’s been battered and bruised. But in the best way possible. Cole laces his fingers into my hair and turns my head sideways, deepening the kiss as we leisurely explore each other’s bodies.
The kitchen was frantic. The shower was intense. And the last two times in bed had me clamoring for a gallon of water. If this keeps up, I’m going to die of dehydration and exhaustion.
He cradles my face and stares into my eyes. “Thank you.”
I arch my eyebrows while melting into him. “For?” I’ve never experienced this level of attention from anyone. With Ian, he was more interested in himself, and we never had a marathon sex session. He was a one-and-done kind of guy. This…. This is phenomenal.
“For staying last night.”
“Oh, that.” I wiggle against him. “That was my pleasure. Literally.” Pure contentment flows through me. Life can’t get any better than this.
“Yes, it was.” He grins, flips me over onto my back, and nibbles his way from my neck to my belly after exploring both breasts, which are now so tight and swollen that they hurt, and spreads my thighs apart. “I’ve missed you.”
“How have you missed me?” I shake my head and run my fingers through his hair. “I was here all night, and we barely slept.”
“I missed you for the last four years.” He swipes his tongue along my seam and twirls the tip around my clit. “A lot.”
Tears spring to my eyes. “Me, too.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I should have stood up to Connor years ago and made you mine.” He slides a finger into my wetness, causing me to shudder.
Or maybe it’s his words that rock me to the core. It doesn’t matter. Either one is ruining me for life.
Even though it’s only been a day, I can’t imagine not being with him. Which makes leaving hurt that much more. But I love my job. Tension builds in my gut. Don’t. Enjoy the moment. Everything will work itself out. It must. It’s only 2 ½ hours away. That’s not the end of the world. I can see him on weekends and maybe a night during the week. And maybe when he’s off during the week, he can come and stay with me for a couple of days. We can work this out.
As he teases my sex, I close my eyes and relax, enjoying the moment and shoving thoughts of future problems into the back of my mind.
He sucks my clit between his lips, tugging on the swollen button, and fills my sex at a pace that’s so slow it feels like a full body massage. With each inhalation, I sink further into contentment as he twirls his tongue around my clit. Even when he adds more fingers, it’s like floating on a luxurious cloud.
With the third finger, I whimper and spread my thighs wider. “It feels so good. I want to stay like this forever.”
He chuckles, causing the vibrations to enhance the sensations flowing through me. Yet, he doesn’t increase the pace. Suddenly, I want more. I want the release of an orgasm. The flying high and seeing shooting stars. I moan and tug on his hair, drawing him closer while rotating my hips.
He grasps my hip with his free hand and leans up. “None of that, Princess.”
And despite my growing irritation, his pursuit remains at a pace that’s making my skin crawl with frustration. “Please!”
“Nope.” He dives to his palm and retreats to the edge, almost escaping from my sex before repeating the pattern.
“Damn it.” I fist the sheets in my hands and shake my head in growing anger. “Just make me come.”
“In time. Lay back and relax. You’re trying too hard.”
“Shit.” I close my eyes and do what he says. Because what other choice do I have? Get myself off? That holds no appeal whatsoever.
I inhale and exhale, listening to my breath and the sound of him pleasuring me. The sounds are so fucking hot. He’s so good at this. Damn it. He’s too good at this. Stop. Don’t pout. He’s with you now. Not Hadley.
I raise my head and watch as he finger fucks me. The sight of him between my legs, intent only on my body, sends a quiver throughout my sex.
