“It’d be worth it,” I tease.
“Got that right.” He winks. “Slide up a little,” he orders. I move up the bed so I’m in the middle.
The anticipation of feeling Cole inside me again is almost too much. I lower my hand and grip him in my palm, feeling the velvety skin between my fingers. I hum out a moan before he pulls me in for a deep kiss.
Our tongues and hands are at battle as we touch and feel each other, but I’m desperate for him to be inside me. He tangles our legs together as I rock to the rhythm of him finger-fucking my pussy. He thrusts so fast and hard, it doesn’t take long before my eyes are rolling to the back of my head, and I’m shaking with pleasure.
Before I can catch my breath, Cole lowers his face between my legs again and devours my arousal. When my body’s recovered, he brings his lips to mine so I can taste myself.
I grin as he puts his fingers in my mouth, making me ache for more.
“Told you. So goddamn sweet.”
Positioning himself at my entrance, Cole grips his cock and teases the tip against my pussy.
“Fuck me,” I plead, arching my hips up. “I want you, Cole.”
“I need you, baby.”
With a thrust, he pushes inside and stretches every inch until he’s filled me completely. My entire body shudders at how good he feels and how much I missed this. Missed him.
“Holy shit,” I pant out as he leans over me and latches onto my neck. He pulls out and rams back inside, over and over, until we find a rhythm. The smacking of our bodies echoes in the room, and I can barely hold it together before I’m screaming out his name.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come all over my cock,” he growls in my ear. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”
Cole leans back and brings my legs up to his chest. He holds them there with one hand as his other palms my breast.
“Your tits bouncing for me is so damn sexy.” He pinches my nipple, and I release a throaty moan.
The buildup is so intense I can barely keep my eyes open. His hand slides down until it reaches my clit, and he rubs it with the pad of his thumb.
“I can feel you tighten around me, baby. Shit, that’s amazing,” he groans, increasing his pace.
My ankles rest on his shoulders as he towers over me. When he thrusts in again, he goes so deep, my toes curl, and my head falls back, gasping for air.
“That’s it, sweetheart.”
“I’m so close,” I whisper, rocking my hips.
Moments later, my body shakes with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My back nearly flies off the bed as I ride the longest high.
“Goddamn, Sarah. I’m—” Cole doesn’t finish his sentence before he goes stiff and spills inside me. Everything around us spins as we catch our breaths.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he collapses next to me. Before I can move, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me to him. “That was—”
“Soooo good,” I muse, grinning wide.
“Better than good. I’m taking advantage of every second you’re here, Sarah. Got that?”
“You better.”
“Starting tonight…” He waggles his brows, and I laugh. “I’ve been fantasizing about bending you over since I saw you at Fred & Wilma’s.”
I burst out laughing and playfully smack his chest. “Highly inappropriate, but I’m not against it.”
We don’t rest for long before we’re doing just that. We kiss, suck, and lick—memorizing and cherishing every inch of each other’s bodies.
Once we’re spent, my voice is nearly gone from screaming his name, and there’s a pleasurable throbbing between my legs. If the way he spanked me is any indication, he left a nice handprint on my ass too.
After the night we had, there’s no doubt the headboard most definitely dented the wall.
I wake up to the smell of coffee, and though my muscles are sore and achy, I manage to roll over. When I smack into a hard body, my eyes flutter open, and I see Cole sleeping next to me.
Blinking hard, it takes me a few seconds to remember I stayed over at his house last night and that we had sex—lots and lots of sex.
The sheets are half off the bed, there are no pillows anywhere, and we’re both buck ass naked.
“Good morning,” he mutters, barely moving.
“Morning. I thought you were making coffee,” I tease.
“Automatic timer,” he confirms. “I always set it the day before.”
“Genius.” I chuckle. “What time is it?”
He turns to look at the clock, then rolls over toward me. “Seven thirty.”
“That’s too early.” I groan. “But I guess you gotta go to work?”
“I told Mindy I was taking a half-day.” He smirks, wrapping me in his arms.
I snuggle into him, stealing his warmth and tangling my legs between his. “I don’t ever want to leave this bed.”
“Me either.” He presses his lips to mine. “Spend the rest of the week with me. I know you’re going back to Chicago, but until then…be with me and stay here. We can spend New Year’s Eve together.”
“I’d love nothing more,” I say honestly, though we both know saying goodbye will be ten times harder. “But—”
“No buts. Let’s just pretend, okay? Pretend you’re not leaving and that we’re together and happy. Just for this week.”
I squeeze my eyes to prevent the tears from falling. “Okay,” I agree.
“I’m gonna make us some breakfast and get coffee. You wanna go back to bed?”
“Only if you’re in it.”
“Well, don’t worry. We’ll be showering together later.” He flashes me a wink, and I giggle. Before sliding out of bed, he presses his lips to mine.
An hour later, we’re in the shower after we’ve drunk coffee and had breakfast, and Cole feasts between my legs as if he were a starved man.
I’ll never get tired of the way he devours me.
Sadly, Cole has to go to work, so he takes me home, and we agree to meet up later after his shift. Though I miss him the second he drives away, I know I need to change and let my parents know I’m alive. If last night is any indication of what’s in store, I’ll need to pack a whole damn suitcase and let them know I’m sleeping at Cole’s for the rest of my visit.
“Sarah, I heard the local news station is looking for a reporter,” my mom says as we eat dinner. “Eden said she’d email you the details and application if you’re interested.”
I give her a pointed look, but my face quickly softens because I know her intentions are pure. She misses me, and truthfully, there’s a lot to miss here.
“I’ll look at it,” I tell her.
“We’d love to have you back home, kiddo,” Dad says. “And I’m assuming Cole would too.”
My cheeks heat because they know I slept over at his place, and if I know my mother, she’s already planning our wedding in her head.
As I wait for Cole to finish his shift, I read over the details of the job and decide to fill out the application.
Perhaps it’s the change I need and could be a sign that I’m meant to be in Snow Port again.