Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“Oh shit.” I moan the words as I lower myself inch by delicious inch onto his cock.
He tenses, lifting his chin and growling, before falling back to the mattress.
Watching him enjoy me is the most euphoric thing that’s ever happened in my whole entire life.
“This feels so good,” I say, my eyes rolling back into my head.
“You have no idea.”
I try to laugh, but I’m too preoccupied with the fullness of my sex to offer more than a slight chuckle.
“Move,” he commands, flexing his hips. “Come on. Move, baby.”
I rock against him, nearly yelping at the contact with my swollen bud. Cole’s fingers bite into the dip of my hip, urging me on.
We move together, finding our rhythm until we’re in complete sync. It’s a dance, and the steps feel like we’ve done them a hundred times. We fit together like a puzzle as he slides in and out of me with a perfected motion.
I open my eyes and look down to see him watching me. I start to look away.
“Hey,” he says, gripping me tighter.
I return my gaze to his. He smiles and moves one hand to my breast. He rolls my nipple in between two fingers, and it’s all I needed.
It’s too much.
It’s all too much.
The looks, the touches. The sweet words and sexy phrases. The way he makes me feel like I’m both not me and completely me at the same time.
It’s all way too much.
“I can’t . . .” My eyes roll back in my head. “Cole, I’m . . .”
The rest of the sentence comes out on a sigh.
“I’m almost there too,” he says, the words caught in his throat.
The sound of his desire puts me over the edge, and I begin a free fall off a climax that’s so high I think the crash might just kill me.
“Cole!” I scream, the explosive ecstasy spreading like wildfire through my veins. “Oh. My. Shit!”
My words are strangled, barely audible through clenched teeth. I shake from the pressure of the release.
His fingers are fire on my skin as he sinks into me one last time, holding himself as deeply as humanly possible inside me.
Finally, I collapse. My shoulders fall and I roll off the side—completely kaput.
The room is suddenly cold and not as brightly lit. Everything is more muted.
Everything except him.
I lie still, unsure what happens now. It wasn’t something that I had time to think about beforehand. But before I can lose myself in the questions and drive myself mad, he surprises me.
He pulls me into his side and holds me against him.
“Don’t,” he whispers in my ear.
I pause, confused. “Don’t what?”
His body shakes as he chuckles. “Don’t start thinking too much.”
“How did you know?”
He leans back and brushes a strand of hair out of my face. “Because I think I’m starting to get to know you.”
Oof. “Oh.”
He’s still breathing heavily, and even that turns me on. I did that to him.
I nestle against him, growing sleepier with each passing second. He strokes my back lazily, as if we have all the time in the world.
But we don’t.
“Palmer?”
“Yeah?”
He looks deeply into my eyes and whispers, “That was fucking incredible.”
Oh. I like hearing that.
I blush. It’s true, though. It was incredible. He is incredible.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and presentable before they get back.”
“Solid plan.”
He grins and presses a kiss to my forehead.
And out of all the things that have happened today—that’s the one kiss that I won’t forget.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
COLE
Be safe.” I pat the roof of Palmer’s car and back away. Call me when you get home.
Palmer gives me a smile, pulling the corners of my lips up with it, and then backs the car behind Dad’s truck. Then, before I’m ready to see them leave, dust flies behind their tires as they head down the driveway.
I reach in my pocket and turn my phone back on.
My body buzzes with adrenaline from the afternoon. It’s hard to stand still. I need to move, go—do.
I want to be with her.
Today was the easiest day that I’ve had in a long fucking time. I didn’t worry about job offers, retirement speculation, or the numerous potential land mines in my near future. Not once did I consider what I was going to do with myself now that I’m a free man. And, somehow, I made it a whole day without side-eyeing my email and voice messages.
The last few hours were an alternate reality—one that I desperately needed. But that worries me too.
Do I just like spending time with Palmer and her son because I need the distraction? Or is it because I like them?
“Do you want dessert?”
I didn’t realize that Mom has come outside. I glance over and spot her on the porch.
“I’m good,” I say.
“I packed most of the chocolate pie and peanut butter bars up for Ethan to take home. But there’s a bit left.”