Page 94 of Flashback for the Forward

Pressing a palm to Cole’s chest, where I could feel his racing heart, I said, “You are my safe space, my home. I know you would never hurt me. I trust you with all my heart.”

His eyes slammed shut, and he released a shuddering breath. “Bridget, I love you.”

While he’d alluded to it multiple times in the months I’d spent under his roof, he had never said the words directly. Hearing them now, it was like the final puzzle piece locking into place, making everything right in the world again.

I shifted my touch from his sternum, grazing the side of his neck and stopping when I reached his face. Holding his gaze, I rasped, “I love you, too. Always have. Always will.”

“Fuck.” The air punched out of his lungs, and his lips were on mine in a flash.

We became a frenzied mess after that, tearing at each other’s clothes until we were both naked.

Cole trailed a path of kisses down my neck. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured reverently against my skin. “I want to worship every inch before I claim you for all time.”

“I’m already yours,” I panted, a moan spilling from my lips when the hot suction of his mouth sealed around my nipple.

He hummed, the vibrations of it shooting a path straight to my throbbing clit.

When he pulled off with a pop, there was a feral gleam in his eye, and he growled, “Mine.”

I melted into the mattress when he drifted lower, his tongue swiping through my slit. God, it should be illegal how good he was at this. He knew exactly how to stoke the fire beneath my skin into a full-blown inferno, and damn if I didn’t want it to consume me, to turn me to ash so I could be reborn.

Long, slow licks transitioned to quick flicks over my sensitive clit, just as he pushed two fingers inside me.

My back arched off the mattress, my hand gripping a fistful of his hair and urging him on. I was fairly certain I would die if he stopped now. I needed release more than I needed my next breath.

Shamelessly, I humped his face. “More.”

On command, he speared me with a third finger, and the cry that drifted toward the ceiling was born from both pain and pleasure. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but when he began rhythmically fucking me with his hand, it dissolved into the sweetest burn.

Cole groaned against my slick flesh, pausing his oral assault long enough to say, “You taste like everything good in my life,” before getting right back to work, eating me out with the voraciousness of a starving man.

I tugged on his hair so violently that I half expected to come away with a clump of it clutched in my fist when all was said and done, but I couldn’t make myself let go.

Every muscle in my body coiled tighter; I was teetering right on the edge when Cole closed his lips around my clit, sucking on it while flicking his tongue furiously over that swollen bud. That’s all it took to send me shooting into the stratosphere, the orgasm shattering me into a million pieces and scattering across the universe.

Cole slowed his pace, easing me down as the final tremors rolled through me.

When the pleasure ebbed from sharp waves to tiny ripples, I relaxed with a sigh, boneless against the mattress.

My eyes had fallen shut, but I felt Cole crawling over me. His lips descended on mine, his tongue pushing inside, forcing me to taste myself. I moaned when the flavor burst across my taste buds. It was filthy, yet erotic at the same time, and I fucking loved it.

Cool air rushed over my heated skin as he withdrew, and I whined, my arms reaching for him.

“Condom.” One word explained his absence.

Swear to God, as soon as that restraining order was filed, I was getting tested. There was nothing I wanted more than to feel him skin to skin and have his cum leak out of me after I’d been thoroughly fucked.

There was the ripping of foil and the sharp snap of latex, then Cole was back.

My heavy eyelids lifted, and I peered up at him. He held his weight on his elbows, our only point of contact where his hips nestled in the cradle of mine.

Harsh breaths sawed past his lips as he searched my eyes. “Are you ready for this?”

I reached up to push back the dark lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead. “Feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life.”

With a roll of his hips, he slid inside me, both of us groaning when he bottomed out.

Forehead pressed to mine, he asked, “Still with me?”