Page 81 of Tempted Hearts
I prepared her carefully, deliberately.
“Tell me what you like, Juliette.”
Her lower lip trembled.
“Tell me.”
“I like this,” she said softly. “I like you taking control.”
That was all I needed.
When I finally slid into her, it felt like coming home.
“I’m going to make you come so hard tonight,” I told her, “you won’t forget it.”
She didn’t.
When it was over, I rolled us carefully, her draped over me, spent.
“That was the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” she said. “You’re unbelievable.”
I smiled.
“Monella, that was just the beginning. If we have this cottage all night, we’re going to make good use of it. If you want.”
“I want,” she said softly. “Very much.”
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JULES
It was a good thing the cottage was stocked with toothpaste and a toothbrush. I only wished it had food, too.
I was starving.
I pulled on the same bra and underwear I’d worn yesterday and padded back into the bedroom, still slightly dazed, like my body hadn’t quite caught up with my brain yet. Cole hadn’t moved.
Unlike Italy, where he was up and out the door on a run every morning, he looked perfectly content to stay exactly where he was. Hands folded behind his head, covers low on his waist, hair mussed in a way that felt dangerously intimate.
A man completely at ease after a very long, very hot night.
“Are you blushing?” he asked.
If I was, it hadn’t been intentional. But an image of myself from the night before had flashed through my mind at the worst possible moment.
“No.”
He patted the bed beside him.
It was tempting. Too tempting. My stomach growled loudly enough to save me.
“If I come any closer,” I said, sitting on the edge of the mattress instead, “I’m pretty sure what’s going to happen.”
By the look on his face, Cole knew exactly what I meant.
“And what do you think is going to happen, Juliette, if you come sit beside me?”
This version of him felt different. Not the old Cole. Not even the Italy Cole. This was the “we slept together and somehow survived the night” Cole.
