Counting On Cole (Wilde Ways #8) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,2
him. Her head tipped back. “Don’t be average,” Evie whispered, deliberately pushing him a bit more.
“With you? Never.”
Oh, that was nice. Warmth spread inside of her and—
His lips pressed to hers. A soft, tentative touch. The getting-to-know-you touch of a first-time kiss. Slow and careful, and Evie found herself leaning into him. Her lips parted a little more. His mouth moved so carefully on hers. He wasn’t using his tongue, not yet. Just pressing those sensual lips of his to hers. Making her body hum with awareness and eagerness and heightening the desire she felt for him even more.
Then his tongue dipped past her lips. Slipped into her mouth. Tasted her. Her knees did a jiggle as her hands locked tightly around his arms. He took his time with the kiss, as if he were savoring her. In turn, Evie absolutely savored him. She stroked his tongue with her own. She teased. She caressed. She felt her bare toes curling into the lush carpeting.
Her breasts ached and her tight nipples pressed to the front of the T-shirt she wore. Her whole body seemed to warm, and she kissed him a little harder. With more need. With more desire.
Because, no, she didn’t only want a kiss. From Cole, she would like everything, thank you very much.
If she didn’t seize what she wanted, right now, she’d just be left with regret.
It wasn’t adrenaline. It wasn’t some emotional roller coaster ride. It was need. Lust. A desire unlike anything she’d ever felt before. When his mouth left hers and his head rose, she had to bite back her instinctive denial. Don’t stop.
Her lashes lifted. She stared into his eyes. Saw the same white-hot need that she felt reflected in his stare.
“Anything else you want?” His voice had gone deeper. Even sexier than normal.
Sweet mother of— “Yes.” Her voice had grown even huskier.
Cole waited.
Oh, right. He’d asked the question. She should answer fully. “I want you.”
His face hardened.
Be more specific. “I want to make love to you. I want to go back to that big bed, and I don’t want to be alone in it. I want to be with you, and I want—Cole!” Her words ended in the wild cry of his name because he’d scooped her into his arms. Her eyes widened as she stared at him.
“No regrets? No going back?”
She shook her head. “I’d only regret not being with you.”
A muscle jerked in his jaw. “Remember you said that.”
She was going to remember every single thing that happened between them. It would be burned into her memory.
He carried her to the bed. They were in a high-priced hotel, in a presidential suite that had the best security in LA. The place also had the best view. Below them, the city was a shimmering mass of a million lights. She wasn’t looking at the lights. Didn’t care about the view. Her stare was focused entirely on him.
He lowered her onto the bed. She licked her lips, swore she still tasted him, and kept her eyes locked on Cole so that she could enjoy the killer view. Never looking away from her, he reached down to grab the hem of his shirt. He yanked it over his head. Dropped the white T-shirt to the floor.
Abs. Abs for days. Weeks.
Washboard perfection.
He kicked away his shoes. Ditched his socks. His hands went to the waistband of his jeans. He unsnapped them and quirked a brow at her. “You planning to stay in your clothes? Because they might get in the way.”
They would absolutely get in the way. “I was enjoying the view.”
His smile came again.
The jeans came down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock—heavy, thick, and fully erect—sprang toward her.
“Still like the view?” he growled.
You have no idea. She threw her own shirt away. She was already barefoot, so Evie didn’t have to worry about her shoes and socks. She did a little shimmy, and her jeans were gone. Okay, a lot of shimmying, and they were gone. She kept on her pink bra and matching panties, and when she looked back at Cole—
Hungry. Hot. His stare scorched her.
“Enjoying the view?” Evie dared to ask.
He pounced. No other word for it. Cole pounced on the bed, on her. He caught her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head even as his mouth took hers. The kiss was wild and frantic, and it was exactly what she needed. Her legs locked around him, and her hips surged up against his as—