Page 148 of Stalkers Anonymous

I lean down to press soft, torturously slow kisses along his throat, tasting the salt of his skin and the faint bite of his cologne. “Then we’d better make this count,” I murmur as I reach his ear.

His hands slip beneath my shirt, and the feeling of his hard, calloused fingers sliding over my skin has me arching into him. When he finds the clasp of my bra, he easily unhooks it.

“You’re still sure about this?” he asks, though his thumbs are already stroking along my ribs, inching higher and higher, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.

Instead of answering with words, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, letting it and my bra fall to the floor. Cole’s sharp intake of breath is the only sound in the room as his heated gaze travels over my bare skin.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, eyes hungry. “So fucking beautiful.”

His hands cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in circles until they peak beneath his touch. The tingling sensation shoots straight through me, and I grind down against him harder, chasing the friction we both need.

“Cole,” I gasp, my fingers working at the buttons of his shirt. “I need—”

“I know, baby. I know.” He helps me push his shirt off his shoulders, and then his mouth is on my neck, my collarbone, trailing lower until he takes one nipple between his lips.

The wet heat of his mouth makes me whimper, my hands tangling in his hair to pull him closer. I need him closer. He alternates between my nipples, his tongue and teeth driving me toward the edge of sanity while I grind against him.

“Not here,” he says, pulling back with pupils blown wide and hair disheveled. “Let me take you to your bed.”

Before I can protest—not that I want to—he’s standing, lifting me with him like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me down the hall, his lips never leaving mine.

My back gently hits the bedroom door as he presses me against it, his skin pressed to mine lighting up every nerve ending in my body. I can feel his heart pounding against my chest, matching the frantic beat of my own. He struggles with the doorknob, but he’s too stubborn to pull away from me to look at it.

I drop my head back against the door as I let out a laugh, grabbing the doorknob myself and turning it with ease. Cole chuckles as I shake my head, grinning at him.

He walks us into my room, setting me down gently on my plush comforter. Stepping back, he watches me for a moment, looking at me like I’m his entire world. The lust in his gaze makes heat pool low in my belly, and I cross and then uncross my legs to relieve the tension building between them.

I reach for him, pulling him down onto me, claiming his mouth once more. I scoot back on the bed, dragging him with me, and his weight gently settles around me.

His tongue slides against mine as his hands roam my body, relearning every curve and hollow. When he breaks away to trail kisses down my throat, I arch beneath him, desperate for more contact.

“These need to go,” I murmur, tugging at his belt buckle with fumbling fingers.

He helps me, quickly shedding his jeans and boxers before turning his attention to my remaining clothes. His fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings and panties, and he pulls them both off in one clean sweep. When I’m finally bare beneath him, he takes a moment to drink me in, eyes burning with desire.

“You’re perfect,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper as he begins pressing soft, wet kisses to my inner thigh.

His mouth moves higher, and when his tongue reaches my pussy, I cry out, arching off the bed. He explores me with slow, deliberate licks that have me writhing beneath him, my hands fisting the comforter.

“Cole, please,” I gasp, my body trembling.

He pulls back to look up at me, lips glistening with my arousal. “Please what?”

“I need more,” I beg, reaching for him. “I need you inside me.”

Cole crawls off the bed, grabbing his jeans and pulling out his wallet. He quickly finds a condom and tears it open with his teeth as he walks back to me, sliding it on before he prowls his way back up my body, settling between my legs as his lips find mine again. Tasting myself on his tongue sends another wave of heat through me.

I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his dick. He’s thick and heavy in my palm, and when I stroke him slowly, he groans into my neck.

“Fuck, Hailey,” he growls, his hips jerking into my touch. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

“Then take me,” I whisper, lining him up at my entrance.

He pushes in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me and giving me time to adjust. After my body relaxes around him, I roll my hips, giving him the okay to move. He pulls out almost completely before sliding back home, setting a pace that has me panting his name. Each thrust hits that perfect spot inside me, tightening the tension building low in my stomach.

“Harder,” I plead, wrapping my legs around his hips to pull him deeper.

He obliges, his pace just as steady but his thrusts more powerful. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the room, mixed with our breathless moans.