Counting On Cole (Wilde Ways #8) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,3
tore his mouth from hers. “I don’t want to scare you.”
Her breath heaved in and out. Did she look scared? That wasn’t the look she was going for. Super turned on, yes. Not scared.
“After what happened to you,” he continued gruffly, “I just don’t—”
“They didn’t touch me, not that way.” He’d asked her before if she’d been assaulted. He’d wanted to make sure he got her help. That he took care of her. “I’m not afraid of you. I want you. I want every single thing that will happen between us tonight.”
His cock pushed against the crotch of her panties. She lifted her hips up again, then angled them down, sliding the silk of her panties—and her sex—over him. A moan pulled from her because it felt good.
So she did it again.
Then once more.
His mouth moved to her neck. He licked her skin. Sucked over her pulse point. Sent shivers of desire skirting over her skin.
“Let me go,” she whispered. “I want to touch you.”
“Baby, you touch me too much, and I’ll lose control.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I want.”
His head lifted. “Be careful what you wish for.”
“I wish for you.”
He let her hands go even as she saw the fire leap even higher, even hotter, in his gaze. Her fingers went to his shoulders. She trailed her hands over his arms and on down, moving between their bodies as he angled up a bit, and then she was touching his cock. Feeling that powerful heat in her hands as she gripped him and stroked him from base to tip, over and over. He got even bigger. Oh, damn. She felt the bead of moisture on the head of his cock, and she wanted to—
He pulled away.
“Cole!” A frustrated cry tore from her.
His hands went between her legs. Her legs weren’t around his hips any longer. When he’d pulled back, her legs had fallen onto the mattress. He pushed her thighs farther apart. Traced soft lines over the silk of her panties. Right over her eager sex.
Her breath hissed out.
His fingers slid under her panties.
“You’re wet.”
He yanked off her panties. Tore them? Whatever. She was so turned on that Evie thought she might come, and she never came this quickly. Truth be told, sex could be a wee bit awkward for her. Usually she was all focused on the guy and trying to make sure she was doing everything right, but with Cole—
His fingers slid into her. Two long fingers in her, and his thumb pressed to her clit, moving in a quick, teasing circle.
“Cole!” Her whole body tightened.
“I want to see what you look like when you come. You’re fucking gorgeous, but I bet when you come, you get even—”
His fingers were pushing in and out of her, his thumb was making her crazy, and, yes, already, so fast, faster than ever before, she was—
“Cole!” Evie cried out his name a second time as she came. A fast, hard explosion. Boom. Fireworks. Pleasure tore through her and left her heaving out desperate breaths.
He kept stroking her through the orgasm. Watching her. Staring at her with savage hunger stamped on his features.
She couldn’t look away from him.
But she wanted more. “You…” Evie managed. “In…me.”
He slid from the bed. Alarm feathered through her. But he just grabbed his wallet from the pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a small foil packet. Of course, he was prepared. The guy was a super soldier, a black ops hero. He probably spent every moment of his life being prepared.
He pulled the condom on and came back to her. She reached for him with eager—no, greedy—hands. His cock lodged at the entrance to her body. She was so sensitive and aftershocks of pleasure still hummed through her body.
Once more, his hands reached for hers. But this time, he didn’t lock his fingers around her wrists and push them back against the pillow. Instead, his fingers threaded with hers.
“Don’t forget me.” Cole’s words were such a low growl.
A weak laugh broke from her. “You’re not a man anyone can forget.”
He drove into her. Stole her breath. Stole everything. Because suddenly, he was all she knew. Their bodies moved in a frantic, crazy rhythm—a perfect sync in madness. He kissed her, and she kissed him, and they drove together over and over again. A second climax built up for her. Her body tightened, and her heart raced. She was desperate as they hurtled toward release—
The second orgasm was even better than the first. Long and body-shaking, it