He carried me through the darkened house and into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed and took a step back. I watched him strip off his shirt, uncovering that body I loved.
“Nightie off, sunshine.”
Lying back, I yanked my nightie over my head.
“Beautiful.”
His hot gaze roamed over me, and it made me feel beautiful. He lingered on my breasts, then down to my belly. I hadn’t worn any panties to bed, hoping he’d come back to me soon.
“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered.
His rough voice sent goosebumps racing over my skin. My heart was pounding hard, warmth twisting through me, but a sudden bout of shyness hit me.
“Never seen anything as pretty as you, Lili. So smooth and beautiful. Show me.” One of his hands moved down his hard abs, then he touched his hard cock through his jeans. “I need to see more.”
I wanted to give this man everything. I let my legs fall open.
Cole moved closer and groaned. “So fucking pretty.” Another primal groan. “I can see how wet you are.”
My hands twisted in the sheets and I squirmed.
“You’re all achy and needy, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes. For you.”
“Run your hand down your body. Touch your pretty tits.”
I was panting now. A little hesitantly, I let my fingers drift down my collarbone, over the curve of my breast, to my nipple. I pinched it, my lips parting.
The low noise he made egged me on.
“Lower,” he ordered.
My fingers skated over my belly, leaving sensation in their wake. I dipped them between my legs.
“Fuck, Lili, my cock is leaking. Touch yourself.”
I stroked my folds and gasped.
“Tell me,” he demanded. “How does it feel?”
“Hot, wet, slick.”
Suddenly, he was wrenching his jeans off and kicking them away. He stepped closer, right to the edge of the bed, his big body so damn glorious. I saw every muscle, every tattoo, everyscar. There was still blood on his skin and that nasty cut from the fight. I’d need to take care of that. Later.
He used one hand to circle his thick cock and pump it.
“Look at me,” he growled. “Look what you do to me.”
I looked. I drank it in. His cock was swollen, veined, and I saw a bead of fluid at the head.
Then he put his knees on the bed, his hands grabbing my hips and sliding me closer. I cried out.
“Cole.”
“I’m still dirty, sweaty, and bloody from the ring. You still want me?”
“Yes,” I breathed. I’d take him anyway I could get him.
