I breathed out as he placed his hand on my waist.
“I miss touching you. Talking to you. Kissing you.” He ran his nose along my jaw before he got to my ear. “Fucking you.”
I shuddered against him. “You don’t fuck anyone?”
“No, baby. I mess around with Enzo and E, but we don’t fuck. We just come with each other.”
His words sent another surge through me, and I let out a soft little moan.
“Do you like the idea of that?” he continued softly.
I nodded.
“Mm, I would love to show you.” He squeezed my waist.
I breathed out, my head spinning, so much pleasure building within me. It was like being edged then pulled back.
“Tell me what you want to say,” Cole murmured, his lips brushing gently along my jaw.
“I-I’m married. My husband... My-My gu?—”
“I don’t give a fuck if you’re married. In fact, it turns me on even more to know that I’m going to fuck the hell out of you when you have his last name.”
I moaned softly as he kissed my throat.
My head wasn’t right. Not at all.
His hand moved to my breast and squeezed. I moaned softly. He moved on top of me gently and pushed down my top.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered. “Hello, my breast friends.”
He buried his face in my chest. Kissing. Sucking. Nipping. I moaned, my fingers in his hair.
He ground his hard cock against my pussy, his lips all over me.
Then, he kissed me.
I parted my lips and let him claim what he’d worked so hard for.
It was deep and messy. Tongue against tongue. Fighting. Wanting. Needing.
“Fuck, baby, I have missed kissing you,” he rasped against my lips. “Tell me.”
“I’ve missed kissing you, too.”
He groaned and pressed his dick harder against me. I didn’t even feel anything in my ankle. I didn’t even know if I’d had a bad ankle. It was like my memory and senses were on hold, and all I could feel was pleasure building and receding.
I fumbled with his shirt, and he took it off for me. Cole had definitely been putting in time at the gym. He was ripped beneath the material he wore.
I ran my hands along his corded muscles, making him groan that sexy as hell noise for me.
He pushed his pants off, getting completely naked, before he peeled my nightgown off me.
“Oh god.” He breathed out, sitting back to look at me. “Fuck, baby. Look at how pretty you are. So fucking perfect.” His brows crinkled as he saw the tattoo on my hip. “What…?” He reached out and ran his thumb along Ani’s name.
Hurt crowded his features for a moment before he let out a noise of frustration. He dove between my legs, his tonguelashing at my clit. I cried out, twisting my fingers in his soft hair, and jutted my hips up to meet his mouth.
The pleasure built slowly until I was moaning, coming hard in his mouth.
