Page 107 of Tempted Hearts
“So much to learn.”
I would ignore the fact that that implied a future.
Still couldn’t move my hands, and that was strange. I lifted them up. “Are you taking these off now?”
This time he did smile, and it was not a reassuring one. Pretty sure it wasn’t meant to be, but just the opposite. A knowing smile. A secret smile. One that had my breath coming just as fast now as when I climaxed a few seconds ago.
“I think you forgot exactly what I told you I was going to do.”
I hadn’t forgotten a word of it, but still wasn’t sure what edging meant. I should’ve looked it up on my phone on the walk back.
Cole climbed above me. He licked his lips, and this time I didn’t have to pretend that didn’t trigger me. I tried to reach up to kiss him, but then remembered my hands and couldn’t move.
“Kiss me. Please.”
He did. Cole’s mouth flashed against mine, our tongues tangled as he entered me slowly… so slowly that I bucked my hips up and tried to use my hands for leverage.
No dice.
Before long, he was not only inside me, but Cole’s thumb circled my clit as he held himself above me. Our kiss had broken. It was like too much was happening, and I couldn’t concentrate. All I knew was that it felt so good, and I wanted him to feel that too.
“Oh man, yes. That’s so perfect.”
In and out, slow and then fast, circling me, pressing against me, he moved with a rhythm that I didn’t know existed.
“Cole… I’m gonna come again.”
And then he froze.
Quite literally stopped.
My heartbeat was no longer in my ears, just in my chest. My pulse slowed. Breathing slowed.
“What the hell?”
“Want something?”
Oh my God—my hands. I kept forgetting.
“Yes. I want you to make me come again. I want you to come too.”
He looked down between us, watching as his thumb began to move again, circling, pressing. And then he moved, buried himself fully in me, and stayed there.
“That feels so good.”
“Yeah? Should I fuck you some more,monella?”
Oh my God.
“Yes. Please, yes.”
And then he did it all over again. Twice. Three times. The fourth time I couldn’t take it. I literally begged and called his name so loud that I was certain my neighbors could hear.
“Cole. I’m serious. Please. Please don’t stop this time. Please. I’m begging you.”
He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue marking time with his thrusts, his thumb like part of a one-man orchestra, and somehow everything worked perfectly together. I couldn’t do much in this position except hope and pray this time he would not stop.
And when it began to build, and he could feel me quivering, he didn’t stop. He did pull back to look at me, took his hand from my clit, braced himself, and then pumped into me hard. I began to shake, my legs quivering, Cole’s face strained as if what he had been doing cost him as much as it had me.
