Her lips clung to his before Cole pulled way. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected when he opened his eyes. His vulnerability tore at her. She knew he was wary of her. He was unsure of what her kiss meant.
She kissed him again, pouring everything she felt into it. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him. That she wanted to be with him, share the good and the bad. But he wasn’t ready to hear that. He may never be.
Cole moaned and broke off the kiss. “Wait a second,” he said as he held her an arm’s length away. “Just a few minutes ago you thought this was a mistake. That I was a mistake.”
Angie pulled at the front of his shirt and drew him closer. “I was wrong.” She never should have used the word mistake. It brought up bad memories and deep insecurities.
“All of a sudden you’re wrong?” he asked as he lowered her down on the sofa and lay on top of her.
“Because now I understand,” she said as she tilted her hips, cradling Cole against her. She understood what drove him away. Now she knew he had been betrayed by his loved ones.
She also knew he was very private, but now she had a reason why he felt safer alone. She wanted him to know that not only was he safe with her, but she would also protect him and give him strength by being at his side.
Cole slid his hand over her bare leg and pulled off her shoe. He tossed it across the room and the other shoe followed. Angie wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. She held him close as she trailed a string of hard, fast kisses along his throat. She smiled when she felt the rumble of a growl against her mouth.
Cole hiked her skirt up and placed his hand between her legs. He stilled. “Are you completely naked under this dress?” he asked hoarsely.
“Yes,” she said. His touch felt incredible. She wanted more.
“It’s a good thing I didn’t know that until now. I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate before.” He stroked her and Angie shivered with delight.
She moaned as the anticipation built. Cole always knew just how to tease her, dipping his finger into her wet heat before withdrawing completely. And doing it over and over until she writhed underneath him. “Please, Cole.”
He didn’t follow her request. Instead, Cole slipped off the sofa and placed her feet on the floor. For a moment Angie thought he was ending this before it started. She reached out for him just as he kneeled between her legs. Her stomach tightened with excitement as he splayed her legs and placed his mouth on her sex.
Angie bucked her hips at the first flip of his tongue. She gripped the back of his head, her fingers winding through his hair, as he pleasured her. She wanted to hold on to this moment, but this night was supposed to be for him. She meant to show him love but got caught up in the sensations that only Cole could provide.
“You shouldn’t,” she murmured as she gently lifted her hips. Angie gasped when his tongue touched her clit.
“I want to,” he said against her skin. “Let me.”
She reluctantly let go of his hair. Angie gave a keening cry as he explored her with his mouth and fingertips. The hot need pulled deep in her pelvis, growing stronger.
Her climax came suddenly, pulsing hard through her body. It stole her breath as her skin went hot. Angie tightened her legs against Cole as she clutched his head. She rode out the wicked pleasure before sagging against the sofa.
She was aware of Cole taking off her clothes. She was limp and spent, her mind buzzing, as Cole tugged the snug outfit off of her. Her small breasts swung freely as he discarded the dress. She reached for him, their fingers colliding as they pulled at his shirt.
Their uneven breaths and the rustle of clothing were the only sounds in the room. The rush of blood pounded in her ears as Cole stood before her naked. She slowly licked her lips as she stared.
He was magnificently masculine, from his broad shoulders and wide chest to his powerful thighs and thick penis. Angie’s core clenched as she noticed his arousal. His skin was flushed and his muscles were trembling with barely leashed restraint. Cole was ready to pounce.
He reached for her, his hands firm but urgent, and he laid her down on the floor. She felt the crumpled dress and the soft carpet underneath her spine. Cole was on his knees in front of her, his hands caressing her breasts, resting at her hips. She felt the nervous flutter of excitement as he surged into her.
“Hold on to me,” he said roughly.
She pressed her body against him, acutely aware of their differences. His hard chest ground into her soft breasts. His movements were rushed and urgent while her hands lingered on his heated skin. She moved beneath him, yielding to his demanding thrusts.