Make Me Yours (Bellamy Creek #2) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,65
slammed shut behind me. “Stop talking and listen. All night I’ve been trying to tell you you’re wrong, and I can’t fucking get the words out, because you keep cutting me off.”
Her eyes flashed with fire as she pushed my hand away. “I’m protecting myself, Cole.”
“You don’t need protecting, Cheyenne. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.” I took her head in my hands and looked her in the eye. “You’re safe with me.”
“But last night you said—”
“Last night, I was still confused. I couldn’t think straight. I haven’t been able to think straight for months where you’re concerned. And then when you told me how you’d felt all that time, it was like being hit by a train. There were all these things I wanted to say to you but couldn’t.”
“Sorry,” she said. “I know that was a lot—what I told you.”
I shook my head. “Don’t be sorry. I needed to hear it. I needed to be pushed into facing the truth.”
“What’s the truth?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“That I have feelings for you. And they’re not going to go away just because I ignore them.”
Cheyenne’s mouth had fallen open, and I traced her bottom lip with my thumb.
“Believe me, I’ve tried to ignore them. I’ve tried to talk myself out of them. I’ve denied them to anyone who asked.”
She blinked. “People have asked?”
“Yes. Apparently I am not an expert at hiding the way I feel about you.”
“You hid it from me.”
“Well, I don’t want to hide it anymore,” I told her, loving the way it made her expression melt from surprise into bliss. “Not from you, not from myself, not from anyone. That’s why today was tough—because I realized that even though I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, I don’t want to lose you.”
“You don’t?”
“No.” I kissed her lips, then whispered against them. “When you have something precious in your hands, you need to hold on tight.”
She slid her hands up my chest and looped them around my neck, pulling me toward her. Slanting my mouth over hers, I moved my hands into her soft, thick hair the way I’d been dying to all night long. It fell in loose waves over her shoulders, pouring like champagne down her back. My fingers found the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it down, the erotic sound sending a jolt of desire straight to my cock.
Her hands moved to my tie, loosened the knot, and pulled it free of my collar. I took my hands off her just long enough to shrug out of my suit jacket and toss it aside, then ran my palms down her velvet-covered rib cage and hips while she unbuckled my belt and yanked my shirt free of my pants.
Impatient to feel her skin against mine, I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it aside as she undid my pants. I groaned when she slipped her hand inside them, wrapping her fingers around my cock. For a moment, all I could do was stand there, reveling in the sensation of her touch. I’d been so hard for her so many times but had never felt her hand closing around me, or heard the sigh of desire on her lips, or the eager moan of anticipation as I thickened in her fist.
Recovering my senses, I whipped my T-shirt over my head and kicked off my shoes. Then I turned her to face the bed and slipped the off-the-shoulder sleeves of her dress down her arms. It fell to the floor, revealing a pair of lace underwear in a color that matched her skin tone. I gathered her hair in my hands and buried my face in it, inhaling deeply before sweeping it aside and putting my lips on her throat. She tilted her head and reached up with one arm, threading her fingers into my hair as I kissed my way down her neck, my cock pushing against her ass.
My mouth traveled down her shoulder blade, and I dropped to my knees behind her, pulling her underwear down her legs. She stepped out of them and the dress at the same time, and I turned her to face me. Looking up the length of her body, I felt a surge of arousal so powerful I nearly growled like an animal.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I managed to say instead, running my hands up the sides of her thighs, pausing to grip her hips.