His for the Taking - By Ann Major Page 0,40
grew harsh and ragged, and he whispered wildly erotic things in her ear as he carried her to another explosion that was wild and glorious and satisfying on a soul-deep level.
Afterward, when he stared down at her, his green eyes were sensual and tender. Tears pricked against her lashes. How could she feel so safe in Cole’s arms?
He ran light fingertips over her breasts, causing her nipples to peak again. Sated with sensual bliss, she smiled up at him as she snuggled closer.
This isn’t reality, she told herself. I can’t seriously consider marrying him, especially since his proposal was only about sex and a desire to claim Noah legally. Austin, my job, Noah—they are my reality. Even if Cole were offering her the life she’d once dreamed of, experience had taught her she couldn’t count on him. Greg was steady…and real. He would be there for her. There was no disparity of wealth and social class dividing them. Cole was only a fantasy.
Still, it was nice to be steamy hot and erotically satisfied in Cole’s hard arms as a warm summer breeze brushed her body. It was nice running her hands through his hair while she stared past a haze of greenery at the brilliant cobalt-blue sky. She hadn’t felt this pleasantly sexy in years, and she probably never would again. But she knew all too well that sex could be a destructive force.
Later, she discovered he’d hidden her clothes and wouldn’t let her dress until she went skinny-dipping with him.
“I’m determined to make you live up to your scandalous reputation,” he teased.
As they swam in that crystal clear pool, the years seemed to fall away, as did the walls that had protected her heart. During the brief interlude when they splashed and cavorted in the stream, she felt young and carefree and completely happy—as she never had as a girl.
Years ago, some ancestral Coleman had nailed rungs onto the thick trunk of one of the tallest cypress trees. When Cole began to climb, her heart leaped into her throat.
Even though she begged him to come back down, he let out a war whoop and jumped, terrifying her until he hit the water and she knew he was safe. Laughing, he swam toward her from the deeper end to where she stood, her breasts floating above the surface of the water. Reaching for her, he stroked the curving sides of her breasts. The loverlike way he touched them and looked at them, as if he’d never seen anything so alluring, made her feel desirable beyond words.
She wished she could freeze time, but moments like this were as fleeting as the fragile bubbles that frothed below the dam. Smiling, she ran her hands down his body and circled his erection, which she eagerly guided into her own fluid interior, which was warmer and somehow wetter than the water.
She gasped when he circled her with his arms and pressed himself even more deeply inside her. They clung to each other tightly as he began to stroke in and out, faster and faster, until soon she felt she was glowing and pulsating with that all-too-familiar piercing yearning for release.
When she could breathe again, he kissed her brow and held her close. Not speaking, they floated side by side, staring up at the sun-bright clouds through the branches. Later, when they dressed, they walked to their favorite Indian mound and spent half an hour searching for arrowheads. Not that they found much more than a few broken bits of flint. Still, she enjoyed placing her finds in his palm so she could watch while he examined each one thoughtfully.
“Sassy gets here this afternoon,” she said as they sat together in his truck in Miss Jennie’s drive. “So this is goodbye, because I’ll be going back to Austin as soon as I pack.”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
“Maybe because I was afraid you’d start pressuring me again.”
He folded her slim hand in his much larger one. Turning it over, he brought her fingertips to his lips. “Will you tell Greg about us?”
She hesitated. “I need more time.”
“When I want something, I’m not a patient man.” He leaned across the seat and kissed her, hard. “Juan keeps calling me and texting me. I’ve got to leave for the rig in a few hours. If things go as I expect, I can pry myself loose in a week and drive to Austin.”
“Not a good idea.”
“No—you want to put this off forever.” He kissed the tip of her