Thrust.
“Good.”
As I whimper at his filthy words, I palm both my breasts, tweaking my nipples and elevating my own pleasure while Cole watches with ardent eyes. His hips begin pistoning against me, driving me higher.
Until suddenly, he pulls out and flips me onto my knees, thrusting into me from behind to hit even deeper. I cry out in abandon when his pace doesn’t falter as he leans over my back and rests his panting mouth by my ear. And when he speaks, his words send a flood of arousal straight to my core.
“This first time will be fast. And hard, baby. I—I can’t hold back anymore.”
I press my face to the mattress, arching my back and giving him easier access as I groan, “I don’t want you to hold back.” His hands palm my ass almost reverently when he pushes himself in to the hilt, and I whimper, “Fuck me like you need to, Cole. I want it so badly.”
He groans deep inside his chest as my whimper opens the floodgates, and then he takes me exactly like he said he would.
Hard.
Fast.
And so fucking deep, I’m sure I’ll feel him inside me forever.
It’s then I realise. This is it.Thisis what I’ve been missing. And it’s wholly intoxicating.
Cole’s hands grasp my hips as he groans, “Shit, you feel fucking divine.”
One large palm encircles my waist while the other hand tugs on my hair, jerking me up until my back is against his front.
“That’s it,fuck! Come on my cock. Drown me in you.” He reaches between my thighs and unerringly finds my clit to rub rhythmic circles that drive me insane.
His hips falter as I grind back against him, desperately reaching for an orgasm that’sjustout of my reach when he rasps against the shell of my ear, “Scream my namenow, Sweetheart.”
Then he pinches my clit between his thumb and index finger as his teeth sink into the sensitive part of my neck, and I fall apart with his name on my lips. It echoes through the room when I splinter into a million tiny pieces as his cock pulses deep inside me until my body sags uselessly against him.
Cole catches me with ease, shifting to wrap me in his embrace.
“That was…Fuck…” he trails off on a pant, inhaling slowly before he finishes. “Where have you been all my life?”
I snuggle against him, smiling to myself, and the last thing I feel before my spent body passes out pressed against his broad, perspiration-slick chest is Cole brushing a soft kiss to my brow.
Soft winter light filters through the curtains when I blink awake, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. A lazy smile curves my lips as memories of last night flood back—Cole's hands, his mouth, the way he made me feel things I'd only ever read about.
I reach across the bed, seeking his warmth, but my hand meets cool sheets instead. Propping myself up on one elbow, I squint around the room. His clothes are gone. No sign of him in the bathroom, no sound of the shower running. Just silence and the faint scent of his cologne lingering on the pillow beside me.
My stomach does an uncomfortable flip.
Then I spot it. A piece of hotel stationery on the nightstand, folded once with my name in cursive. I sit up fully, pulling the sheet around me as I reach for it with trembling fingers.
The handwriting is neat and polished, almost careful in its placement.
Rory,
I really enjoyed last night. You're incredible — funny, smart, beautiful and, Christ, the way you made me feel... Words don’t come close. But I think we both know this was just one perfect night.
I'm not book boyfriend material, Sweetheart. No matter how much data you collect. Trust me on that.
You deserve someone who can give you more than I can.
- C
I read it twice.Then a third time, searching for something I'm not sure I'll find.
