Make Me Yours (Bellamy Creek #2) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,72
with it.” His hands skated around to my stomach, one moving up, one going down. The hot, solid length of his erection pushed against my lower back.
“But you did. Three times already.”
“Shh. I’ll never get enough. Now spread your legs.”
I braced two hands on the tiles and did as he asked, panting as he worked his fingers between my thighs. His mouth traveled down my neck and shoulder, and his other hand covered one breast. His fingertips moved expertly over my clit, as if he’d learned exactly what I liked in the space of just one night. First slowly and lightly, then firmer and more insistent. He dipped inside me then licked his fingers, returning them to my swollen sweet spot and caressing me in a way that made it feel like his tongue.
In less than a minute, I was rocking against his hand, about to explode, desperate to feel his cock inside me. “Cole,” I whispered. “Do it. Make me come again.”
The low rumble from his throat—something between a laugh and a moan—twisted the tension in me even tighter. I leaned forward, pressing my cheek against the cool tiles, arching my back. He placed a palm between my shoulder blades and dragged it down my spine. “Your fucking body,” he growled. “I want to do such bad things to it.”
“Cole,” I pleaded. “I’m so close.”
A second later, he was pushing inside me, and I rested my forehead against the wall, my mouth open, my eyes shut tight against the twinge of pain. He was rougher than he’d been last night, thrusting into me with deep, hard strokes. I cried out at the peak of each one, but he didn’t slow down or let up. It reminded me of the night he’d called me and talked me right into an orgasm—it was him, but it was a side of him he didn’t show very often. Something private and intense.
He reached between my legs again and rubbed me like he had before, and the touch was like setting off fireworks inside me, my body erupting in glorious, pounding, bursts. Behind me, Cole grabbed my hips and held me still as my core muscles spasmed around him, and I could feel the throb of his cock as his orgasm moved through his body and into mine.
The first thing I became aware of was the sound of the water. Then the hard tile under my hands and beneath my forehead. Then my heavy breathing. Cole’s arms came around me, and I opened my eyes.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I think so.” I touched my forehead. “I might have grout lines etched in my skin.”
He chuckled, dropping a kiss on my shoulder before gently pulling out of me. “Let me see.”
I faced him, wrinkling my nose. “Well?”
Taking my face in his hands, he pretended to examine it. “You take my breath away. Just like always.”
I smiled. “Good, because I’ll need to distract people with my face this morning so they don’t notice I’m walking funny and can hardly sit down.”
He laughed. “Sorry.”
I poked his chest. “Liar.”
He took one of my hands in both of his and kissed my fingers. “Was I too rough?”
“No. I liked it—it’s a different side of you.” I looked at his hands and noticed again that he wasn’t wearing his ring. The question was on the tip of my tongue, but I bit it back.
He saw me looking at his fingers and understood. “It’s okay. You can ask.”
I met his eyes. “Did you forget?”
He shook his head, a smile on his lips. “Nope. I put it on out of habit, and then I took it off on purpose. I’ve thought about no one but you for months, Cheyenne. I was thinking about you when I got dressed. And I knew I was going to go after you, try to make you understand. I didn’t want to do that wearing the ring someone else put on my hand. I’m not married to her anymore.” He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. “And I want to be with you.”
I wound my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek to his chest. “That makes me happy. But if you feel like you should keep wearing the ring until you have a chance to talk through everything with Mariah, I’ll understand. I know she likes you to wear it.”
“You know, you’re making it really easy to fall in love with you. Are you doing that on purpose?”