Counting On Cole (Wilde Ways #8) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,46
could eat her alive.
He yanked his shirt over his head. Tossed it to the floor. Her gaze slid over the tattoos on his chest. They moved and seemed to undulate as she watched. So many. Twisting lines. Curves. And…
Wait…what was that? Right on his chest, over his heart…
Those curves. Were those letters? They…
OhmyGod.
He leaned over the bed, caught her shorts, and hauled them down her legs.
Need tore through her. Everything else was forgotten. “I want you. Right now.”
“Do you know what I missed?”
He was still wearing his jeans. Leaning over her like some kind of hungry jungle cat, but hello—still wearing jeans.
His long, tanned fingers slid under her panties. “I missed your taste.”
“Cole—”
He pulled the panties down her legs. Pushed her legs apart. Then put his mouth on her.
She nearly lunged right off the bed. Would have, if one of his hands hadn’t held her hips locked to the mattress. She buckled against him as his tongue slid between her folds. He licked and sucked her, his tongue greedy on her clit. Over and over, hungrily, desperately. She grabbed for the sheets and fisted them in her hands. His tongue drove into her, then pulled back. He blew over her clit. He licked her—
She cried out his name and came.
“I missed that,” Cole rumbled. “Missed hearing you call my name. Nearly went insane imagining you calling for some other bastard.”
Her heart thundered in her chest. Her sex quivered with little aftershocks of pleasure.
Two fingers slid inside of her, and she hissed out a breath.
“Missed the way you feel, squeezing me so tight. Like you don’t ever want to let me go.”
She licked her lips. “Come…inside.” How many times did she have to tell the man?
He rose over her. Grabbed her camisole.
She lifted up so that he could toss it aside. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, and her breasts—with tight nipples—thrust toward him.
“Missed how beautiful you are.” His head lowered. He took one nipple into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue.
She was always extra sensitive after she came, and the feel of his mouth on her, of his tongue moving against her…Evie arched up against him even as her legs curled demandingly around his hips. “I want you inside. Finish what you started.”
“I will finish, baby. I will finish and you will rake your nails down my back and you will scream for me again. Because I missed that.” He turned his attention to her other breast. Licked and sucked and she couldn’t stop her moans. “I missed everything about you.”
Her hand shoved between their bodies. She caught the top of his jeans and yanked them open. The zipper flew down, and his cock shoved into her hands.
“God, yes, squeeze me.”
She squeezed and pumped and stroked him. The head of his cock was wet. He was ready, so was she. More than ready. Why was he waiting?
“Missed your touch.”
His words were getting harder to understand.
“Condom…in wallet.” He moved away and ditched his jeans. She heard a packet tear, and then he was rolling on the condom.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him.
I missed you, Cole. I missed you too much.
He came back to her. His cock shoved at the entrance to her body, but he didn’t thrust inside. Not yet. “I won’t give you up again.”
Had she heard him right? Her heart pounded too loudly. Her breath heaved. She was arching toward him and trying to pull him inside.
He stretched her. Filled her completely. Pleasure, but almost pain. So good. So complete.
“Evie?”
Two years was a long time. Too long to wait and want.
“Baby?”
“Finish,” she whispered. She squeezed her inner muscles around him. “Make me come again.”
He withdrew. Thrust deep. Harder. Her nails flew over his back and scraped over his skin. He knew just what she liked. Knew how to drive her crazy.
“I missed the way you fuck me, Evie.”
He slammed into her.
She screamed his name. The pleasure was even stronger this time, the kind of pleasure that burned away every thought and had your whole body shuddering.
She was panting and moaning as wave after wave hit her.
He kept thrusting, and every move had pleasure lashing at her. It was too much. She couldn’t—
He stiffened against her. “I missed…you.” She saw the pleasure wash over his face. He held her even tighter, and when he kissed her, she swore she could taste the pleasure on his tongue.
He held her, didn’t let go, and she knew she was in trouble, but