Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,242

of his eyes. Wild, even with his golden hair falling to his shoulders. Treacherous, though I knew I could trust this monster of a man to take me, mount me, and offer every pleasure I’d denied myself.

“I’m yours,” I whispered.

“You don’t know what you’re promising…can you handle it?”

“Just try to keep up with me.”

Cole’s smile bared his teeth.

I had no chance to breathe. No opportunity to get ready. No moment to soothe my trembling nerves before he was upon me.

Cole seized me, and I was trapped. Penned against a mountain of muscle and a man more animal than human. He growled, gripping my hair in his curling fingers to hold me still. Presented for him.

Immobilized.

He stared at me. “Have you been with anyone since…?”

I shook my head no.

“I should go easy on you.”

“I’m not afraid of you, Cole.” I whispered the words, clipped and broken so near to his lips. “I can handle a little beast.”

“But it’s not little, beautiful. If I fuck you, you take it all. Every inch. Every thrust. You get me?”

“We’ll see who breaks first, Mr. Hawthorne.” I stared at his mouth, waiting for that consuming kiss. “I’ve wanted you from the instant I saw you.”

“I knew I’d take you from the minute you stepped into my house.”

Cole didn’t kiss me. Didn’t embrace me.

He picked me up at the waist and tossed me onto his bed, laughing as I squealed. He rubbed his chin, admiring how I twisted to face him once more.

“I’ve imagined you here in so many ways, beautiful. Shameful, terrible ways.”

“Think I haven’t fantasized about you?”

“Not like the visions in my head.” He tapped his temple. “Ass up, face down, getting fucked like a woman was meant to be fucked.”

“Funny, that’s exactly what I imagined.”

“Oh, this isn’t going to be funny, beautiful…but I guarantee you’re gonna leave my bed smiling.”

Licking my lips was the only invitation he needed. I thought he’d grab me again.

Wrong.

So wrong.

And so very right.

Cole gripped my camisole in his powerful fists and tore the thin material. The scraps fell away, but I didn’t cover myself. No need. I’d hid enough this past week, avoiding the truth of his kiss and touch. I denied even more the feelings that had fluttered through me when Rose edged between our legs and hugged us both.

Thoughts I didn’t need to have.

Feelings I shouldn’t have felt.

A future he couldn’t offer.

At least in this moment, I had him. My body ached, and my bared breasts heaved in a shuddered breath. He approved of my writhing, studying me as my nipples tightened under his attention. My body had changed after the baby, but the little shifting and softness was nothing that deterred Cole.

If anything, it made him…hungrier.

He pushed me flat on the bed. The rush of adrenaline nearly sat me back up. I rose to my elbows. Mistake. He tossed me down once more, and I learned my place. He curled his fingers in my pajama bottoms and ripped them from my legs.

I was bare save for my panties, and the risk thrilled me.

His hand passed up my thigh. I didn’t trust the soft grace of his fingertips.

And I was right to be on my guard.

Cole’s expression shifted into a dark, possessed mask of aggression. My panties separated us, and it infuriated him. He shredded the material, ripping it from my body with his bare hands.

And I was exposed before the beast.

Was he a hero or a villain? Did he even know? Did I care?

Cole prowled over me, feasting on my nudity with a low murmur of praise that grumbled like the grunt of a wolf lurking from the shadows. I’d never felt so vulnerable in the presence of anyone, was never so unprotected and empowered by a hunter’s stare.

He studied me, like he committed the vision of my body to a primal, conqueror’s memory where he’d forever remember the moment I lay beneath him, yet untouched.

I’d give him better memories soon enough.

I didn’t have the pleasure of removing his pants. That was his, slow and leisurely as opposed to the fierce desperation that stripped me. He kicked away his sweats, and I stared at the bobbing, frightening, mouth-wateringly thick cock that jetted between his legs.

This wasn’t a cock for some prissy princess.

This beast served a queen.

Nine inches of raw power, hardened with lust and throbbing in a suppressed need.

I didn’t know a cock could be too heavy to stand-upright. It curved, but the width and heat and hunk of chiseled flesh aimed for me, almost