Happily Ever All-Star: A Secret Baby Romance - Sosie Frost Page 0,281

how I had gone so long without touching her, kissing her, confessing to her.

“I can’t promise you a happily ever after,” I said. “Fuck, I’m still working on this once upon a time. Everything still feels like the beginning—something new. I’ve never experienced anything like it before.”

Piper took my hand as I grazed her cheek. “For me too.”

“I want to take care of you. I want to be that man you can depend on. But I have no idea if it’s in me. I have no idea what’s inside me, but I know it’s changing for you. Because of you.”

I couldn’t resist her parted lips. I took her in my arms, gripping her hair and hips and tasting everything of her in a rough and possessed and terrible way.

I kissed her, swirled my tongue over hers, then pushed away.

I hated the growl in my words. “I can’t trust myself to be gentle with you.”

“Who says I want gentle?”

“You can’t like what I do to you.”

“I love everything you’ve done to me.” Piper pulled me close, taking her kiss. “I love it rough. I love it gentle. I love it fast and hard and so intense I cling to you to save me from the pleasure. I love it slow and tender, feeling you inside me, with me, over me. Cole, I just love you. Man and beast. Rough and soft. Raging and calm. I want you.”

And she could have me.

All of me. Any part of me. Always.

I pushed her onto the bed, nipping at her lips and loving every kiss. She groaned and tugged at my shirt. It was the first to go, but Piper hesitated as she touched the bruises I’d forgotten. Her fingertips warmed over the soreness, but it did more than harden my cock. It eased me. The aches and pains faded with her caress.

This beauty healed me with her kiss, made my body forget its ails.

And it was time to repay that kindness.

I didn’t rip her shirt, and I didn’t tear through her jeans, but Christ, she never needed to wear clothes around me again. I undressed her, teasing her every exposed curve with a flick of my tongue.

Her back arched, offering me a delightful path between the hollow of her neck and shoulder. She shivered with each touch.

Good.

I wanted her shivering.

For too long I’d imagined her writhing, wanting, waiting for me. I feared it’d forever be a fantasy, my own fairy tale unanswered and lost in foolish dreams.

Not now.

Her skin was scented with citrus, caressed soft like velvet, and contrasted the white of my comforter with dark temptation.

Her curves enthralled me, and she encouraged my every ravenous nip with fingers tangling in my hair. I took her nipple into my mouth, and the beast bit. She gasped, but the princely swirl of my tongue banished the sting. She liked that. I liked that.

A blending. A pairing of rough and gentle, animal and gentleman.

Well, mostly animal.

I doubted most refined men would ever lose themselves within their woman’s pussy like a starving beast.

I spread her legs wide. Something about exposing this beautiful woman excited me. She rested on the bed, torn between cupping her breasts or hiding her nudity from me in that delicious bashfulness.

It was probably a little of both. Wanton and shy. Desperate and timid.

Not for much longer. Piper said she wanted me? That she wanted to be a part of my life? That she loved me?

Then hesitance had no place in our bed.

I sunk upon her, feasting on her silken, heated pussy. I had almost forgotten how hot she could get, how wet and delicious and sweet.

Piper arched, gripping the sheets with both hands and muffling her cry with a bit lip. A special kind of torture. I licked her again, dipping my tongue inside her tightness. She whimpered.

I needed to taste her desire. Sloppy. Wild. I dove upon her and licked, ate, and feasted like a rabid, lust-crazed monster. Piper twisted under me, eager to escape and desperate to push harder against my lips.

My beauty was even more lovely when in complete agony, but I wasn’t a total animal anymore. All because of her. I knew the easiest way to prove how generous and caring of a man I’d become.

I sucked on her swollen nub until her body convulsed, shook, wetted. She cried my name in shocked bliss. Her legs pressed hard against my ears, muffling what little whimpers she gave. The sweetness of her excitement coated my lips in a delicious gratitude.

I