But as much as it was about me, it was also about him. Cole didn’t hold back and made sure I knew my naïveté and lack of all experience did things to him he couldn’t put into words. He might not have been able to explain them, but he showed me all the ways me being me drove him wild.
“The last time we were like this, you were giving me goodbye sex,” he murmurs against my temple as he fondles my nipples into pebbled peaks. “If you try that shit again, Bella, I’ll tie you up and keep you in my dingy basement. I don’t give a shit how weird it makes me.”
My thong lands on the floor and Cole drops to a knee next to them.
He presses his lips to my scar before tracing it lightly with his tongue. I look down my bare body, watching him give all his attention to the worst of me and remember what he said not long ago about seeing the beauty in my healing wound rather than the nasty mark I’ll always carry. “I haven’t seen your dingy basement. It can’t be worse than some of the places I’ve called home while hiding out.”
His hands slide down my abs and pelvis. When his thumbs settle on either side of my clit where I’m more than wet, he easily spreads me, making my breath catch. “Baby, don’t make me think of lost time, it’ll piss me off. Not when I’m here.” He looks to his hands and my most private parts he’s re-familiarizing himself with. His thumbs massage my lips but nothing else.
Electricity zings through me—every square inch of my bare skin acutely aware and sensitive to his touch. Gone are the warm and humid island temps. All the heat I’m feeling now is purely and utterly Cole Carson.
He flicks my clit with the tip of his nose right before his tongue teases me. My head hits the wall with a thud and I press my hips forward as his name drips off my lips, as desperate as I feel. “Cole.”
“Sweetness.” His tongue explores, his fingers continue to torment, but he doesn’t come close to my clit again. “Missed this. Missed losing myself the way only you can make me do.”
I shift my legs apart in hopes he’ll take everything I’m greedy to give. “I’ve missed you so much, I think I blocked it from my bloody brain. Please, Cole. Do your worst later, but don’t torment me now. I won’t be able to handle it.”
“Oh, I’m going to torment you.” His tongue circles my clit as he slides a finger deep inside me. I press onto his hand, finally allowing myself to want so much more. “I think you deserve a little payback for pushing me away.”
My body slumps into the wall and I have to fight for balance. “If this is your idea of payback, then I’ll take it.”
I don’t see it since my eyes have rolled to the back of my head, but I feel it—his smile as he adds a second finger. Then, he gets down to business and sucks.
“I might collapse.”
His free arm rounds me to support my weight and it happens—the tunnel only he can shove me down. I start to tumble, my hearing and vision and every other sense begins to fade, I only feel our connection. When it starts to swallow me up, he hooks a finger inside and draws my clit between his teeth. And I thank the stars the unit next door is empty.
Because this is different than it was in the coat room. As good as that was—and with Cole, it’s always good—we both had to maintain some type of control. We weren’t alone.
Now, there’s no control.
Cole is hungry.
I’m desperate.
I fall apart under his touch, his lips, and the overwhelming power he’s always had over me. And that power hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s intensified—exploding into a sea of color, bright behind my eyelids, artistically created for only me by Cole Carson.
Fighting for my breath, he milks my orgasm for all it’s worth, draining me until I lose his touch as his hands grip my hamstrings. “Hold on.”
I do, wrapping my limp arms around his neck and my legs that barely hang on to his narrow hips. With my face buried in his thick, dark hair, I realize I’m moving.
My back hits linen bed covers the color of the sand when it disappears into the sea. I lose his