Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 157140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
“I-I can’t lose you again,” I whisper. “Oh!”
With a feral look, he pulls my hips tighter against his, craning his face up to kiss me. He holds me up so I don’t have to put pressure on my bad arm.
I’m gliding all over Cole Lancaster.
Even when I’m on top and theoretically in control, he shows me who’s boss.
His kisses come so intense, so rough, so full of teeth that mean to mark me, I can’t decide what’s better. The way his tongue chases mine or the way he moves, owning me so deeply.
“Eliza, fuck!” He throbs again in my depths, growling my name, and breaks away from my face to plant his lips on my shoulder.
No, not just his lips.
He’s sucking, biting me, aiming to leave a secret mark on my skin I’ll enjoy wearing.
I clench around him, secure in his arms, riding the hottest sex-high of my life and relishing the fire building in my core.
He senses it, too.
The heat. The sweat beading on my skin.
The way I whimper when he drives deeper—oh God, deeper—when he molds my throat to his palm, when he sends the other crashing against my ass in a blistering smack of white-hot sweetness just before I go cascading over the edge.
“Go, sweetheart! Come your pretty head off,” he orders, eclipsing my lips with his.
My body obeys him effortlessly.
This time, when I come for this glorious man, he has my entire body, mind, and soul.
He has my heart forever—and I want to prove it as my senses return.
I fixate on riding him.
A messy smile pulls at my lips as I watch the stunned heat in his eyes. I’m on the attack, and I’m going to make this man give me every freaking drop in his balls.
The tempo rises as we crash together.
Just several blinding minutes of chaos tangled together, his thrusts pleasing and punishing and racing me to the finish.
“Eliza! Shit, I’m—” His loud groan chokes off the last word.
I know, baby. I want you to break inside me, Cole.
It’s all I can think, wishing I could say those words, but I’m already breathless.
The instant his cock roots deep inside me, swollen and seething, I’m gone.
We come together in a grinding, violent collision.
Nails and kisses.
Curses and prayers.
Sin and souls.
I don’t even realize I’ve left several long red scratches on his shoulder until my face falls against it. I kiss the parts of his skin I’ve savaged.
His breath keeps me so turned on as he pulls out with a parting kiss, ragged and satisfied.
When it’s over—as if this isn’t just round one—he holds me so tightly I can feel his heartbeat against mine.
“It’s never been that good, Eliza. Never,” he whispers, kissing my forehead. “Holy fuck. Loving you should come with a warning label.”
I smile at how awestruck he sounds.
“What? Like a prescription? Like 'may cause grumpy bossmen to come so hard they can’t walk for twenty-four hours'?”
“Brat.” He smacks my ass, chuckling loudly. He looks at me with his eyes warm and narrow. “That’d be a good start, anyway. I’m sure it’d be longer than a novel, though.”
“Liar! No way.” I playfully slap his arm.
Just like that, we’re lost in each other’s smiles again. Why does it feel so easy?
Maybe because this time, it’s crystal clear.
It’s lasting.
Later, he texts his driver to go to Dakota’s house and pick up my things.
When I wake up in the morning after two more rounds of gravity-defying makeup sex, I expect him to be getting ready for work.
But he sits on the edge of the bed, stock-still, gazing at me. “I decided I’m working from home until you’re fully recovered,” he tells me.
“What? That’s totally not necessary, Cole.” Oh, but there’s no hiding the overwhelmed quiver in my voice.
He leans down and kisses me. “I want to be here with you. Already had a set of keys made for you this morning.”
“What? So, I’m like—” Living here now?
He shrugs nonchalantly.
“Keep your apartment if you want to, but I’d feel better with you here full-time so I know you’re safe.” He holds up a hand. “I don’t mean to rush anything. Hell, after Troy, I just think we’d both feel better. I have security. Nothing would ever happen, but if someone ever got stupid enough to try, I’m here to rip their throat out.”
Wow.
For the first time ever, I don’t mind him doting on me, being a little overpossessive.
I definitely don’t mind feeling like I belong.
There’s no place I’d rather be than in Cole’s world.
There’s no life I can imagine without him.
26
More Espresso, Less Depresso (Cole)
Three Months Later
Wired Cup couldn’t have rolled out these goddamned splendid fall drinks with Eliza gone, so I made her a consultant.
Honestly, she likes it better this way. My girl has access to the lab for experimenting to her heart’s content, plus she helps us dream up new pastries on the side.