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“So step two was good?” I ask smugly.
I’ve never seen Juliet’s smile beam so brightly. “Step two wasgreat.” She plants another quick kiss on my lips, then pulls back to study my face. She arches a brow in question. “Is there a step three?”
“Well step three was going to be that you’d be so smitten after steps one and two that I’d drive you home, take you to bed, and mark you,” I say, grinning like a fool.
Juliet throws her head back on a laugh, the gentle sound of it like music to my ears. “Oh,wouldI now?”
I nod confidently. “Yeah. So how about step three?”
Juliet slips her hand into mine, weaving our fingers together as a coy smile pulls at the corners of her mouth. “Take me home and let’s find out.”
41
I should’ve known Cole had something up his sleeve when he told me to dress to the nines for dinner tonight. Even more when I walked into the living room to find him looking all dapper in asuit- not just his usual slacks and a button down with the sleeves casually rolled to the elbows- a full blownsuit: black pants and jacket with a charcoal grey dress shirt underneath and a black silk tie around his neck.
Cole always looks sexy as hell, but when he rose from the sofa dressed in thatsuit, I swear my heart stopped beating for a few seconds, the sight of him stealing my breath. Then he started devouring me with that dark-eyed gaze, smoldering eyes assessing me until heat burned through my veins and I felt like I could catch fire at any moment.
When our eyes locked, the emotions that crashed through me- desire and fierce possessiveness andlove- suddenly had my insecurities screaming to the surface, Tayla’s words from last night echoing in my brain. They flew out of my mouth like word vomit, and then…
Then he swept me away. Took me back to where it all began. Proposed, like we were merely two regular people who fell in love, without a care in the world for position or titles or the hand of fate.
We talked and laughed. We drank and dined until our bellies were bursting. Then I stared at that diamond glittering on my ring finger as he drove us home, promising a perfect end to a perfect evening.
The packhouse is eerily quiet when we return. Later, I’ll find out it’s because Cole sent everyone else who lives here away for the evening so we could have the place to ourselves, but now, all I can hear is the frantic beat of my own heart as Cole leads me down the hall, up the stairs, to his room. As soon as he closes the door behind us, I whip around to face him, leaping into his arms with a girlish giggle.
He carries me to the bed, kissing me senseless the whole way until he’s laying me upon it, maneuvering me into the center. I claw at his jacket, tugging on the lapels until he breaks our kiss only for as long as it takes to shrug it off. Then he tosses it away, and before I even hear it hit the floor his mouth is fused to mine again, his tongue battling my own for dominance.
Cole’s hands drift to my shoulders, thumbs hooking into the straps of my dress to drag them down my arms. Rather than tearing the dress off my body, though, his lips leave mine and he rocks back onto his knees, staring down at me with a predatory gleam in his eye, like an animal sizing up its meal.
The quiet intensity of his stare is more than I can take. I reach for him again, frantically clawing the buttons of his shirt as I hook my legs around his waist to draw him closer. He holds firm, then rocks back even further, putting himself just out of my reach as he continues to burn me alive with his stare.
He gives a little shake of his head and my brow furrows in confusion.
“We’re not rushing this, not tonight,” Cole growls, loosening the tie around his neck and tugging it free of the collar. He grabs both of my wrists, scooping them into one hand and using the other to wind the silk tie around them. My heart pounds as he secures the knot, then leans in, the whisper of his breath kissing my cheek. “I’m going to take my time with you, Jules.”
Holy. Fuck.
A rush of heat surges to my core and in one swift move, Cole lifts my bound wrists above my head, fastening them to the headboard. Then he rocks back on his knees again, slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt to reveal the sculpted planes of his hard chest beneath.
He shrugs the shirt off, peeling it from his thick arms and tossing it away. My eyes feast over his naked torso as his chest rises and falls with each ragged breath he takes, his chest and abdominal muscles rippling with every movement. My first instinct is to reach out and touch him, but my wrists tug against the binds, a frustrated groan leaving my lips.
Cole chuckles cruelly, leaning down to capture my lips again. The pleasurable tingle of sparks greets me when his meet mine, but the kiss is far too brief, leaving me panting for more when he pulls back with a wicked grin upon his face.
“Relax,” he croons, running his hands up the sides of my waist, over my heaving breasts. He hooks his fingers into the top of my dress, eyes fixed on my chest in laser-focus as he drags it down to expose me from the waist up. A deep groan rumbles in his throat as he watches my nipples harden into points when they meet the cool air, his gaze tracking up to meet mine. “No bra?”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip and shake my head. “Didn’t work with the dress.”
He grunts his approval, lowering his head down and flicking his tongue against my left nipple. My wrists tug against the bonds, back arching and lips parting on a breathy moan.
Cole’s eyes dart up to mine, a satisfied grin tugging at the corner of his mouth before he’s suctioning it over my nipple, rolling the sensitive peak between his teeth. He palms my other breast, pinching my right nipple as he laves his tongue over the left, sucking and nipping and driving me into a frenzy before he switches sides to continue his tortuous foreplay.
I can hardly breathe, hardly think by the time he moves on from my breasts, peeling my dress down my abdomen as he crawls down my body, licking and kissing every inch of my skin along the way. He trails his tongue around my belly button as he bunches the fabric of my dress around my hips, sliding it down, down…
I lift my ass off the bed to help him along and guttural growl rumbles from him when he slides the dress to my thighs, dark eyes darting to mine again in surprise.
“No panties,” he observes, his voice strained.
My lips curl into a smirk. “Those didn’t work with the dress, either.”
