Page 77 of Untamed Heart
Cole.
His eyes were wild and he was running his hands through his hair.
‘What? What’s happened?’ I asked, pulling back the covers to move my legs out, the desperation in his eyes scaring the shit out of me.
‘I can’t lose you,’ he whispered, lowering himself to kneel in front of me.
I froze, stunned, as his expression became one of pure pain. Guilt struck hard and I scrambled to make my thoughts into coherent words, to take it away.
‘Cole, I need to—’
He moved closer, pulling me to the edge of the bed so my body was aligned with his.
‘I lied. I said I’d let you make this choice without interfering, but I can’t. I can’t just let you go like this. I’ve never felt like this about anyone, Lottie. Seeing him touch you, kiss you—’
He shook his head, hands clenched, fighting with himself. I wanted to explain, but I knew he wouldn’t hear it right now. So I did the only thing I knew would make him listen.
Crossing my arms, I took off my T-shirt.
Stunned, he looked from my chest to my eyes, his own wide with shock.
‘I’m playing a game, Cole. I’ve given him hope to keep him quiet and stop him fucking up this weekend,’ I said, reaching over and undoing his shirt buttons. ‘But that’s all it is. Because I don’t want to be anywhere without you.’
I held his gaze, confusion still marring his handsome features as I ran a finger over his cheek, the prickle of dark stubble making both of us shudder.
He shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor.
‘So you’re not . . . together? You’re not leaving?’
I shook my head vehemently as he gripped the side of the bed, bowing his head in relief. Moving forwards, I lowered myself off the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him. Finally, as though waking from a nightmare, his body came alive. His hands trailed across my breasts, then moved up to my face, my neck.
‘I’m so sorry if I hurt you,’ I whispered, my lips brushing his as he brought his face to mine. ‘I needed to convince him, but nothing happened. I can only think of you, I only want you.’
Then his mouth was on mine, tongue claiming me, hands lifting me onto the bed, removing my shorts.
‘I’ve been picturing you like this since the mountains,’ he said, voice raw as he unzipped himself, barely free of his jeans as he leant over me. ‘I’m yours, Lottie. Any way you want me.’
He started with slow kisses from my neck, slowly working down and down, over my breasts and down, one hand on my hip as his stubble grazed my thigh.
Voices in the hall startled me, and I grabbed at the cover just in case.
He stopped, head above my legs, glancing back at the door. Then, looking back at me, shrugged off his jeans completely and held out his hands to me.
‘Bathroom,’ he whispered, gently pulling me up, kissing me as I reached him, skin on fire as our bodies touched. He half carried me into the bathroom, closing the door behind us and locking it with a reassuring click.
‘Where’s that shower you promised me the other day?’ he asked, eyeing the large waterfall-style shower in the corner.
Smiling, I stepped over and turned it on, leaning against the wall as he entered, frowning as he knelt down again. ‘What are you . . . oh . . .’
His hands moved lower, spreading my legs. Slowly, as the hot water ran down his shoulders, rivulets gathering in the defined muscle of his back, his tongue traced a line of fire from my hips. As one hand reached around and gently squeezed my ass, he pulled me closer still, his tongue searching lower and lower until it was in me. I gasped, unable to keep my eyes open to the feeling he created, leaning my head back against the cool tiles. As the steam began to build, the noise of the water only just covered my moans until I had to put my fist in my mouth to stop myself from screaming.
‘Not yet, Princess,’ he said, kissing back up my body, then, picking me up gently, one hand on my waist and resting my back against the wall, he guided himself into me as I locked my legs behind him. ‘Yes, honey, use me. I want you to come on me, show me how I’m yours.’
‘Cole,’ I murmured, beginning to lose it as he thrust into me, gripping onto the hard muscle on his back, my fingertips slipping on his wet skin. ‘Don’t ever stop.’
He laughed, his voice husky.
‘I won’t. I can’t. You’re all I ever want, Princess.’
