Cole blinked. “That’s the first time I’ve heard you swear.”

“Gran always said ladies don’t swear, so I rarely do. But this seemed like a ‘fuck’ moment.”

Humor glittered in his eyes. “Why? Aside from the obvious, of course.”

I laughed as I slid my hands behind his ears, stroking his jawline with my thumbs. “Because I’m scared of you, Cole Walker. I’m scared you’ll hurt me or I’ll hurt you . . . yet I have no intention of turning back. I’m throwing myself off this cliff, consequences be damned.”

His arms tightened around me and I pressed my lips to his, our kiss quickly turning from sweet and sensual to charged and erotic. My fingers tightened in his hair as I pushed against his hard cock. Cole’s fingertips glided down the curve of my waist, across my belly, and down between my legs. I moaned into his mouth as he pushed two fingers inside me, the moan turning to whimpers as he pumped them in and out. He left my mouth, his lips trailing down my chin, my throat, my chest before they danced across my left breast and closed around my nipple. I threw my head back on a startled cry of pleasure as the pull of his mouth shot streaks of heat from my breasts to my sex.

I clasped his head to my chest as he sucked and licked my nipples. While he paid my breasts such glorious attention, my hips flexed against the thrust of his fingers between my legs.

I was panting loudly now, his name falling in pleading whimpers from my lips as the tension inside me increased. It tightened and tightened and tightened until I froze, breathless. Cole scraped his teeth against my nipple and quickened his fingers, and the tension snapped.

My eyes fluttered as bliss came to me. “Cole!” I cried out, the word ending abruptly in a gasp as my climax rolled through me, my inner muscles squeezing around his fingers as I jerked against them.

The orgasm was long and beautiful and I could barely catch my breath as it finally drew to a stop. I sagged against Cole, my limbs all warm and jellylike.

Cole lifted my head off his shoulder, taking my chin in his hand to bring my lips to his. He pressed a sweet kiss on them. “Are you on the pill?”

I nodded.

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“I’m clean.” He kissed me again before he pulled back to growl, “Take me inside you.”

Uncertainty caused me to press my hand firmly against his chest. “Condom, Cole,” I insisted.

He stared into my eyes, something working behind his as he realized that when I said I didn’t fully trust him I had meant it. No matter how much I wanted him, or how much I needed him to be as great as he seemed to be, I couldn’t let go of my past. I would not be fucked over by another man, and that included catching an STD.

Tense, I waited as Cole came to a decision. He kissed me again and then held me tight so I wouldn’t fall off his lap as he leaned down to his bedside table drawer. I relaxed as he pulled out a condom packet.

To make up for my lack of trust, I assisted him, stroking him and squeezing him until he was groaning against my mouth. “Now take me inside you.”

I felt a resurgence of energy at the blaze in his expression. I lifted myself up onto my knees and guided him inside me. I slowly lowered myself back down.

“Oh God,” I panted, feeling overwhelmingly full.

I clutched Cole’s shoulders, watching the way his teeth gritted and his eyes darkened as his dick slid snugly inside me. His fingers bit into my hip as I lowered as far as I could and lifted myself back up. He pushed me back down and then back up, taking control of the rhythm. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing us flush so my hard, swollen nipples rubbed against his chest as I rode him.

We gasped against each other’s lips, our grip on each other tightening as we soared toward climax.

“Come for me, Shannon,” Cole grunted. “Come.”

I nodded on a whimper as I neared the heights. Cole slid his hand between my legs, and his thumb pressed circles around my clit. The sensation blew the top off my head and I screamed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cole yelled hoarsely, his fingers digging into my hips as he jerked up in one last hard thrust. I felt him swell even thicker inside me before he throbbed and his hot, wet release filled me. “Oh, fuck.” His chest heaved against mine as I collapsed on him, my head burrowing against the crook of his neck. He held me tightly.

His penis continued to pulse inside me as my inner muscles quivered around it.

When our breathing finally calmed, Cole said, “We’re not even close to done.”

“I don’t know if I can take much more,” I replied. And I meant it. I was sated and languorous and all I wanted was to fall asleep while still wrapped around him.

Cole eased me back from him and I pouted playfully. He smiled and kissed the pout right off my lips. With ease, he lifted me off his cock and gently lowered me onto the bed. I watched his delicious, firm arse walk across the room and into the en suite. He returned, after obviously disposing of the condom, and when he reached me he pulled me up onto my feet. “Now you can sit on my face so I can taste you like I’ve been fantasizing about tasting you since you stepped foot into the studio.”

I’d thought I was done.

But my sex clenched at his hot visual and unbelievably I knew I wasn’t done.

A few seconds later Cole was lying sprawled out on the bed, the sexiest offering known to womankind, and I was crawling up his body. I’d never done this before. Of course I’d had boyfriends put their mouths on me, but I’d never done it this way.

My legs shaking—from this or my last two climaxes, I had no idea—I faltered above him.




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