Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
He rose and stripped fast, returning to the bed and coming over her in one swift move. She reached for his erection, but he grabbed her wrist, pinning it over her head. “No touching,” he said through clenched teeth. “Not if you meant it when you said you need me inside you.”
At his words, a soft moan escaped her lips, and she arched her hips upward, her damp heat coming into direct contact with his aching shaft.
He met her clouded gaze, enjoying the depth of need reflected there. “Other hand over your head too,” he said.
Eyes wide, she obeyed.
“Now keep them there so I can focus on not coming until you do.” He slid his cock over her clit, and her eyelids fluttered closed.
Happy to have her break that emotional connection threatening to pull him under, he chose that moment to plunge deep into her hot channel.
“Oh, Cole.”
She moaned his name, and as her body throbbed and clenched around him, he felt more than the physical connection of their bodies. Emotion welled in his chest, a thick, heavy, and unfamiliar sensation beating at him from the inside out. He knew the feeling, recognized it despite it being both unfamiliar and unwanted.
And he refused to give it a name.
Instead, he concentrated on the movement of their bodies, the singular act of seeking release. That was easy—but Erin wasn’t.
And being Erin, she took him out of his comfort zone by burying her face between his neck and shoulder, where he felt her hot breath against his skin, her lips pressing warm, wet kisses to his flesh.
Her softness called to him, beckoned to that part of him he kept cold and encased in ice. She stole his ability to remain detached by keeping his focus not on the pounding thrusting of their bodies but on them. He wanted more of her. All of her. He was driven to own, to possess. His cock full to bursting, he pressed harder, plunged deeper, and must have hit her sweet spot because she threw her head back and moaned.
“God, do that again.” Her hips shifted and urged him on.
He forced his eyes open. Her arms remained above her head, her skin was flushed a pretty pink, eyes dilated, lips swollen, and he couldn’t resist her plea.
Holding back his own orgasm, Lord only knew how, he braced his hands on either side of her head and focused on his thrust and grind, making sure to hit the same spot over and over. Her eyes rolled back, and he swore her breathing stopped for a split second before she came—long and hard, shaking, shuddering, her body clamping around him—screaming his name.
Cole waited until every last shudder subsided before letting himself go and taking his own pleasure, losing himself completely inside her in a way he never had before.
It took him a hell of a long time to come back to reality, and when he did, his sweat-slickened body covered hers, the only sound in the room their commingled heavy breathing. The first thing he realized? The silence surrounding them was comfortable. Next after that? He was still partially inside her.
And he liked it.
He pulled out quickly, and she groaned. “Don’t go.”
“I’m heavy.” And he needed space. “I’ll be back,” he said and slipped into the bathroom to regroup.
Chapter Thirteen
When the shower water ran in the bathroom, Erin knew Cole wasn’t coming back to bed. She pulled her top and shorts back on and walked to the windows, adjusting the shutter so she could see out. Below her was a blue-stone-covered patio with a built-in brick barbecue and wall surrounded by an array of colorful flowers. It was so beautiful, she thought. So real.
So out of her reach, just like Cole.
Suddenly chilled, she wrapped her arms around herself in search of comfort. Each time they came together, Erin felt more, and by the way he reacted to her touch, she was convinced he’d experienced the emotional connection too. But considering how quickly he’d pulled back, those feelings frightened him, because she refused to believe the alternative—that she was just another woman he slept with. One he’d gotten pregnant and was now stuck with in his life.
Erin came from a family of cops who prided themselves on their instincts in life and in dealing with people. And hers were screaming at her not to give up on Cole. But damn, he didn’t make it easy.
She was lost in thought when the bathroom door opened with a squeak. “Needs WD-40,” she muttered, spinning around to see Cole step out of the steam-filled room.
A towel wrapped low on his waist, he dried his hair with a hand towel and one hand. Sexy didn’t begin to describe him, while she looked like a disheveled pregnant woman who’d woken up, had sex, and hadn’t taken a shower.