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He whispers my name as his hand comes up to cup my cheek. The gentle touch wrecks me more than anything he’s done to my body so far and I let my eyes fall closed against the rush of emotion. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. I was never supposed to feel this intense need for anyone, let alone a man who can never truly be mine. I swallow against the lump of emotion welling up in my throat and try to focus on the pleasure instead.
“Look at me,” Cole says, the command in his voice making my eyes snap open.
He’s gazing down at me as his body rocks into mine slowly. I don’t recognize the look I see in his brown eyes, but something about it scares me. I want to look away, but his gaze has a hold on me, and I find myself unable to break eye contact.
“Stay with me,” he whispers.
He pushes deeper inside me, and I gasp, my fingernails digging into his arms. He reaches back and pulls my leg higher, deepening the angle even further. When I cry out in pleasure at the new sensation, he smiles, grinding his pelvis against me. My mouth drops open on a silent moan and I feel myself slip silently over the edge into oblivion, my orgasm building slowly until it swells into a wave of pleasure so intense that tears spring to my eyes.
Cole lowers his head to kiss me, and I pour everything into that kiss, loving the added connection to him as I spiral. Kissing me when he’s coming has always been his thing. I’ve never understood the need for it. Until now. Right now, I need to feel him surrounding me, encompassing me. Even as he fills me with his own release. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to cover me completely as he groans into my mouth. The weight of him on my body, his lips on mine, my arms holding him tight against me; it’s something I never knew I could need so much. The idea terrifies me, but I can’t seem to release my hold on him, even after he goes still, and I can feel him softening inside me. I’ll let go soon. I just need a few more minutes of oblivion.
Chapter 30
Cole
“Shit.”
The muffled curse pulls me from one of the best nights of sleep I’ve ever had, bringing me to confused consciousness. The curtains are drawn shut, keeping the room cast in shadows and making it impossible for me to guess the time. I hear a scuffling sound and look in that direction to see Layna bent over, searching for something on the floor. A glance at the clock tells me it’s later in the morning than I thought. But there’s still plenty of time before we’re needed for the wedding festivities.
“Hey.”
My low whisper startles Layna and she jumps, turning to look at me.
“What are you doing?”
“Go back to sleep,” she whispers. “I’m just trying to find my clothes.”
I grin when I remember that she hadn’t been wearing clothes last night. “What clothes?” I tease.
My eyes have adjusted, and I can make out Layna’s form better now. She doesn’t smile at my joke, but that doesn’t surprise me. She’s caught up in her search. I reach over and flip the switch on the bedside lamp, squinting at the sudden brightness.
“Let me help you look,” I say, climbing out of bed.
“You don’t need to,” Layna objects.
“I want to.”
She sighs and moves to pick up a discarded stocking, making me grin. I still don’t know why she’d come here last night. Not the real reason, anyway. I have a hard time buying that she just wanted to scratch an itch. We haven’t had sex in weeks—not since she started dating other people. I push away my irritation at that memory. Regardless of her reason for showing up last night, I’m happy she did. It had been the most spectacular sex of my life. And she’d looked so hot in that corset thing. Speaking of, I eye the garment where it sticks out from under the blankets at the foot of the bed. Smiling, I hold it out to her.
“Not that I’m complaining,” I say as she takes the piece from me. “But why were you wearing that last night?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to call them back. What if she’d been wearing it for Michael, but something happened to cause them to break up before she could make use of it with him? That would make me her second choice.Duh, idiot. You’ve never been her choice.That thought stings more than I care to admit, so I do my best not to think about it.
Layna waves away my question. “It was Harlow’s idea,” she says. “A boudoir photo shoot for Piper the night before her wedding.”
I blink. “A what?”
“It’s one of those things where you get hair and makeup done and you wear all these sexy outfits and have a professional photo shoot,” she says as if that makes all the sense in the world.
“That’s a thing?” I ask. “Sexy photo shoots?”
My dick stirs to life when I remember how Layna had looked in that outfit. Come to think of it, her hair and makeup had looked a little different too. Not that she isn’t always beautiful. But there had been something different about her last night. I’d been too distracted by her actions and what was under that coat to focus on it at the time.
“Yep,” she says, still moving around the room, collecting bits of fabric.
“Wait,” I say. “Does that mean there are photos of you wearing that? Because if so, I need a copy.”
She shakes her head, smiling at me. “If you must know, yes. I ordered a few photos in different outfits and poses. That just happened to be my favorite outfit.”
