Page 236 of Summer Heat
“Cole,” I warn. I’m on the pill. I know he knows this. He knows I’m clean, too, because I’m as much of a control freak as he is. I’m still hesitant about not using one though.
“Relax, baby, we’re not seventeen anymore,” he says, caressing my cheek softly.
I close my eyes and nod once. “It doesn’t matter that we’re not seventeen. We still need to be careful,” I say.
He picks me up and positions me higher on the pillow before blanketing me with his warm body. He ducks down to nip my bottom lip and kiss me tenderly, before slowly pushing himself inside me.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans as he thrusts all the way in. “You feel so good.”
I whimper and lift my hips to meet him, forgetting my apprehension. It had always felt different with Cole. Alw
ays better.
“So fucking good,” he repeats hoarsely. He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in as he pounds into me. “It’s been too fucking long. I feel starved without you.”
His words have me on a high I hadn’t experienced in a long time—if ever. I’m consumed by Cole’s raspy voice, his movements, his touch, his warmth.
“You’re the only one that matters,” he says as he drives into me faster. “You’re the only one that fucking matters...only you...always.”
I feel tears in the back of my eyes, and I grab on to his face and kiss him, pouring my soul into his.
Our bodies are slick—covered in our sweat and my arousal. We’re both screaming profanities and each others names in between passionate kisses. We never take our eyes off each other. My eyes are telling him what my voice can’t say. His eyes are singing back the same words as we both find ecstasy and fall together.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers into my hair as he cradles my body into his.
I find sleep easily that night. Dreamless sleep.
The next morning, I feel sunlight hitting my face and open my eyes slowly. I try to move, but I’m being held hostage by a strong warm arm. I look over at Cole and find him awake, his eyes smiling at me.
“How long have you been up?” I croak out.
“About thirty minutes,” he says looking at me in wonder.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I ask, trying and failing to shimmy out of his hold.
“I was watching you sleep. I love watching you sleep,” he says dreamily.
I smile. I love watching him sleep, too.
“I have to pee,” I say, squirming again.
He chuckles and kisses my lips roughly before letting me go. A couple of minutes later—as I brush my teeth—Cole comes in and stands behind me.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” he warns, wrapping his arms around me and looking at our reflection in the mirror.
I half smile with the toothbrush in my mouth. We look good together. Always did.
“I’m not thinking anything,” I mumble in protest before I spit out toothpaste and rinse my mouth.
He turns my body to face his and lifts me to sit on the counter. He takes a deep breath and puts his forehead against mine.
“You’re not getting away from me this time, Blake,” he says seriously.
I back away a little, so I can look into his eyes. He’s dead serious. I inwardly curse myself for having sex with him last night. As much as I love the idea of being with Cole, it also scares me out of my mind, which is why I hadn’t entertained the idea in such a long time.
“I never got away last time, Cole,” I say tearing my eyes away from his and concentrating on the nice bathroom tile.
He stares at me for a long moment before taking a deep breath and walking over to the shower to switch it on. As he walks back, he strips off his boxers, stands in front of me, pulls my shirt off, and takes my mouth in his.
