Page 106 of Tempted Hearts
Definitely a 5K.
“Go for it.”
“I haven’t really done anything like that before. And I swear I’m not completely sheltered, but… I don’t know what edging is.”
I mean, my girlfriends and I talked about sex pretty often, but that just hadn’t come up.
He didn’t scoff at me or smirk. Cole simply said, “You will very soon.”
That was almost unfair. The unknown was an entirely different beast than something you could prepare for. By the time we made it inside my house, my senses were singing. And Cole, who obviously liked picking me up, did the very same thing as in the cottage. He took my stairs as if he were carrying a feather, and I was definitely no feather.
Once in my bedroom, he made good on his second promise. I kicked off my shoes while he undressed me so fast it was only when I stood completely naked that I could register what was happening. I reached forward, but Cole did it for me, taking off every stitch as he looked toward my en suite bathroom.
There it was. The pink robe.
Cole made good on that promise as well, grabbing the tie and ripping it right off the robe in one swoop.
When he stalked toward me—and there was no other word for it—my knees wobbled a bit.
“Lie down on the bed,monella.”
So he wanted bold Jules. Interesting.
“And if I want to take my time? Maybe sit a bit first?”
His eyes flashed, and this was no college professor in front of me. It was the athlete, the guy whose arms were muscle from helping Parker so often.
This was another Cole completely.
As I expected he might, Cole lifted me up and tossed me onto the bed. It was a gentle enough toss, but I was airborne for a second. How did he do that so effortlessly?
Climbing beside me, he didn’t even ask. Just grabbed one wrist, and then another wrist, and tied them together, watching me the whole time. When he was done, I let my hands fall and waited.
Lying beside me, as if we were about to have a conversation, leaning his head on his hand, Cole leaned down and kissed my ear, my neck, and down until he was teasing my nipple. It was a strange sensation, not being able to return the favor.
“I want to touch you.”
He pulled his head up, shrugged, looked extremely unapologetic. “Oh well.”
And then his hand went between my legs.
“Jesus, Jules. You are so fucking wet already.”
I was wet enough that I could hear his fingers as they moved in and out of me. And then he touched a spot that I didn’t even know was there. I really wasn’t that ignorant about sex. I had plenty of toys and could get off in twenty seconds.
“What are you even doing?”
Again, no smugness, no judgment. “You’ve heard of the G spot?”
“Yeah. It’s some magical thing down there… I have no idea what it is really.”
He touched it. Circled it. It felt just as good as when he circled my clit. “It’s right here.”
I let my head fall back to the pillow, closing my eyes and letting myself come.
And I did.
From a few minutes of fingering. My walls clenched in and out against his fingers, and I opened my eyes. He was watching me intently.
