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When she was unable to resist rubbing her hand over Cole’s chest, a revelation came to her. Cole was nothing like Curt. Curt would have run over the cat. That one little revelation had her nuzzling Cole’s neck.
“I’m not sleepy,” she whispered.
He rolled over until they were facing each other. “I’m not either,” he whispered back.
Sliding her lips from Cole’s neck to his mouth, she lightly rubbed them across the sensual curve of his. “I don’t want to go to sleep,” she murmured.
“Me, neither.”
“Then why did you say you did?”
“I could tell you were afraid.”
“I’m not anymore.”
“I’m getting that message.”
Megan could hear the amusement in his voice.
“Are you laughing at me?” she asked him suspiciously, raising her lips from his.
“No.” Cole bent the arm under her neck to curl upward, tangling his fingers in her hair. “I want you too much to laugh at you. I’m laughing at myself.” Using his shoulder, he pushed her onto her back to lean over her in the dark.
“Why?”
“You weren’t the only one afraid.”
Shocked at his answer, she wrapped her arms around his neck. The thought of Cole being afraid of anything brought out her protective instincts.
“Why were you afraid?” She went taut under him, ready to do battle.
“I was afraid I would break and not be the man you need me to be,” he confessed.
She melted back into the mattress. “You’re exactly the man I need.”
Cole’s lips hovered over hers, and he teasingly stroked his tongue over her bottom lip. When she raised her head to deepen the kiss, Cole let his lips slide away. Back and forth, they played the sensual game until, growing frustrated, she buried her hand in his hair to keep him still.
As if she had lit a fuse, Cole’s mouth hardened over hers, driving her head back onto the pillow. Taking command, he parted her lips, plunging his tongue inside then retreating, playing the same nerve-racking game, which made her want to scream.
Deciding to fight fire with fire, she unwound her arms and moved them to his waist. Tantalizingly, she ran her fingertips under the band of his pajama bottoms, then moved them higher, then brought them lower than before.
The game ended when she reached his hip and the back of her fingers accidentally found more than she had bargained for. Before her fingers could skitter away, though, Cole’s hips jerked reflexively, bringing his cock in direct contact.
A low groan escaped him, sending a surge of power through her. The new feeling of being in control instead of being the recipient was mind blowing to her. Closing her hand over Cole’s cock because she wanted to, not because she had to, let her appreciate the silky smooth flesh, the warmth.
Her fingers experimentally climbed higher to the tip, where she rubbed the pad of her thumb over the tip. Cole sucked in a hiss of air.
“I like touching you.”
“You don’t know how much I like you touching me,” he groaned. “You can touch me all you want.”
“I won’t shock you?” Using her shoulder, she pushed until he was the one on his back. She leaned down and rubbed her mouth over his nipple.
“I’m unshockable.”
Megan let her tongue play with the spiking nipple. “Should I try to prove you wrong?”
“God … please … prove me wrong.”
She blew on the wet nipple at the same time her hand started gliding over his cock in firm strokes. Having Cole under her control was addicting. The more he responded, the naughtier she wanted to be.
Releasing his cock, she sat up to hop off the bed.
Cole rose onto his elbows and stared at her balefully. “You running out of the room is not how I want you to prove me wrong.”
Megan giggled. then her hands went to his ankles, to the hem of his pajamas. “I wasn’t leaving.” Slowly, she started tugging the pajamas down until he was completely uncovered. The garment fell from her hand onto the floor.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed.
Cole’s body, highlighted by the soft light of the moon, was imprinted on her mind. If she had thought his face was beautiful, his body was a priceless piece of art.
“I wish I knew how to paint,” she murmured. “How can one human be so beautiful?”
Cole’s eyes met hers as he scooted down the bed to sit at the end, taking her face between his hands. “Because it’s not how I look; it’s how you see me.”
Megan frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“I know you don’t,” he said softly. “But I promise you, you will.” His hand went behind her neck to pull her down for a passionate kiss.
Becoming so enthralled with the sensations he was creating, she didn’t notice him unbuttoning her satin top and sliding it off her shoulders, nor removing her bottoms. Their eyes clung together as Cole lifted her over him. Holding on to his shoulders, she bit her lip, expecting pain yet finding only pleasure so sweet she wanted to cry.
