Cole lowered her onto her warm, welcoming bed. She reached out for him and he wrapped his hands around hers. “First I need to find the light.”
Something close to panic gripped her chest. “No,” she said. “No lights.”
She felt Cole’s pause. “Why not?”
Angie didn’t know how to explain it. They had been lovers but this time it was different. This time she knew she wasn’t feminine enough for him. She lacked big breasts and generous hips. She didn’t have anything sexy to wear that could heighten his pleasure before he unwrapped her like a present.
She was the same person he left a year ago. A little wiser and more cautious this time around. She wasn’t going to be free and uninhibited with him. Men wanted a little mystery. A fantasy.
“Angie?”
She drew his head down and kissed him. It was meant to distract him from the light but it only managed to lower her guard. She instinctively tangled her legs with his. His jeans were scratchy against her bare skin. She was tempted to roll over, straddle Cole and shuck off his clothes.
Her body must have signaled her intent. Cole wrapped his fingers around her wrists and held her hands over her head. Her first instinct was to wrestle for control. Roll him under her and tease him with her mouth and hands. Drive him wild until he was begging for release.
Cole had loved that. Or so she thought.
He kissed a trail down her throat and circled the tip of his tongue against her trembling pulse point. She rolled her hips in response and bumped against his rock-hard penis. Her flesh clenched with desperate need. “Take off your clothes,” she insisted. She didn’t care how bossy she sounded—she wanted him naked now.
“You first,” he said with his mouth pressed against her shoulder. She gasped with appreciation as he dragged the camisole strap down with his teeth. Angie couldn’t stop herself from thrusting her breast to his mouth.
Her nipples stung and she couldn’t remain still. She wiggled her hips against Cole and her legs locked behind his. She fought for self-control until he took her breast in his mouth. Angie surrendered to his touch.
She allowed her legs to drop as she sinuously arched her back. Her short, choppy breaths mingled with his. He drew sharply on her nipple and let go of her hands so he could fondle her breasts. His touch grew increasingly impatient as his restraint started to crumble.
Angie grabbed the back of his head, her fingertips tangled in his thick hair. Sweat bathed her skin as the heat billowed inside her.
Cole slid her boyshorts down her legs. She kicked them off as he settled between her thighs.
“Wait,” he said hoarsely. She heard the metallic sound of his zipper and the rustle of his clothes. His shoes hit the floor. She lowered her hands onto the bed, clutching the sheets, as she held back from shoving his jeans off him.
She licked her swollen lips, excitement squeezing her lungs, as he placed his firm hands on her thighs. Angie took a deep breath when she felt the tip of his penis pressing against her. Her sharp intake echoed in her ears as Cole surged forward.
Angie went still for a brief moment as her body yielded to his. Blood roared in her ears as her skin flushed. Immediately, she tilted her hips and drew him in more.
Cole’s thrusts were strong and steady. His hands were everywhere. Her stomach fluttered from his gentle, clumsy caress and her nipples tightened as he massaged her breasts.
Her heart skipped a beat when he stroked her hair before drawing his fingertips along her cheek. He placed his thumb against her chin, guiding her mouth open before he kissed her hard.
His kiss was possessive. Elemental. He was reminding her of his claim. And it triggered something primal inside her. Angie wrapped her arms and legs tightly against him and rolled them over.
Now she straddled Cole. He didn’t seem to mind. She couldn’t see his face but she heard snatches of his encouraging words. His fingers pressed into her hips, clearly approving of her frenetic pace.
She tore off her camisole and tossed it away. Angie flattened her hands on his chest, twisting his shirt in between her fingers as she followed an ancient rhythm. Her hair fell in her face, her skin felt like it was going to burst open and the desire coiling deep in her pelvis sprang wildly.
Her muscles locked and her body stilled as she climaxed. It stole her breath and she felt as if she were falling. She held on to Cole, grinding her hips against his hurried thrusts. She tumbled against him just as she heard his hoarse cry of release.
She lay next to him, her face pressed against his, as she struggled for her next breath. As she closed her eyes, Angie realized that nostalgia had played with her memory.