Love Triangle Six Books of Torn Desire - Willow Winters Page 0,28

he moved in a month later. To say it’s been a whirlwind is an understatement. Every second of every day is a combustible haze of touching, kissing, intoxicating delirium that obscures our awareness of the world around us.

Inseparable to the point of infatuation, we’re sickeningly, obsessively, can’t-get-enough-of-each-other in love. I can’t imagine this fever ever fading. It’s too strong, too real, too deeply and intricately woven into the fiber of my being.

His dense lashes lift, and his brown eyes connect with mine. The need to kiss him hits me directly in the chest, and my pulse kicks into a wild crescendo. Is it possible for two people to kiss too much?

When our mouths aren’t locked together in aggressive passion, we’re grinning stupidly at each other. Like now.

That smile of his puts me in my feelings, and his dimples dare me to come closer, for a taste, a touch, for a full-body saturation in all things Cole.

“You’re distracting me, baby.” His gaze darkens, drifting lazily over my body.

“And?” I lift the hair off my damp nape and hold it on top of my head.

Now that I have his attention, I work my stomach muscles, contract my spine, and let my hips flow sensually to the provocative vocals.

I feel silly dancing around in his heavy work boots, but he demanded I wear them to protect my feet. Always so demanding and protective, but he does it in a manner that makes me feel cared for and loved. A girl could get use to this. She could become attached.

What am I thinking? I’m way past attached.

Sitting back on his heels, he swipes the back of a hand over his glistening brow. “If you’re going to tease me with that sexy ass, do it on the pole.”

He surprised me with the stripper pole a couple of hours ago, having installed it while I was running errands. I haven’t danced on it yet, deciding to save that erotic show until after we’ve both showered.

“What do you have left to do tonight?” I sashay toward him, singing along with Rihanna, twisting my hips, and sensually moving my arms above my head.

“Danni, you’re killing me here.” He groans, and his fingers clench around the drill in his hand. “I was going to start on the wood floors tonight.”

I’m tempted to pout, but I won’t. He’s doing this for me, and I’m so damn grateful. I’ll be thanking him with my body all night long, because holy hell, he wears dirt and sweat like a sexy tatted-up rock star.

“Stop looking at me like that.” His jaw flexes, his expression a storm of unrestrained desire. “Christ, you’re making me hard.”

“I wish I could stop, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and wrap my pussy around your cock.”

He curls his fingers against his thigh and looks around the unfinished room, an internal battle straining his gorgeous face. Oh, he wants to fuck me, but he knows as well as I do that anticipation makes it so much hotter.

“If you behave,” he says, his tone hard and uncompromising, “I’ll give you my cock. When I am ready.”

A shiver pulses through me. One thing’s for certain. He’ll fuck me rough and dirty, overpowering me in a way I never imagined wanting or enjoying. Now that I’ve experienced Cole’s brand of sex, I won’t ever go back to grunting and groping in the dark with a passive man. I hope to never touch another man again.

He returns his attention to the ballet bar, but I know he’s aware of my every move. Each time I shake my hips, flick my wrists, or swipe my tongue along my lips, a smile takes hold of his mouth.

His jeans sit so low on his hips the V-shaped cut of his torso stands out in stark relief. I want to trace the sculpted ridges with my lips and lick that thin trail of hair into the shadowed dip behind his fly.

Now my heart is fluttering. My mouth dries, and my nipples tighten against the itchy lace of my bra.

I continue to dance around the room, and his breathing speeds up. The muscles in his shoulders go taut, drawing my gaze to the black serpent tattooed around his bicep and along the side of his neck. He’s covered in ink—both arms, pecs, back, and a full wrap around one thigh. All black snakes. He had a pet snake in high school, which he claims gave him a dangerous reputation.