“That’s it, sweet girl. That’s how I want you to feel when I touch you. Now. Always.”
His large hand flattened against her belly and she pressed her hips up into his fingers. He suckled her again, causing uncontrollable tremors to take over her muscles, her limbs. And then his hand was moving lower, beneath the lower part of her dress that was still covering her and she opened her thighs wide in a silent plea for him to touch her. Instead of sliding into her panties, he cupped her between her legs.
“I can feel how wet, how swollen you are for me even through the silk.”
She was only just managing to take in his low words as he spoke against the curve of her breasts, when he nipped at her breast. Maybe it was the sweet flash of pain that cut the final thread that was holding her to reality. Or maybe it was the way he licked over the tiny abrasion so gently, so lovingly that had her crying out his name as the lowest part of her belly tightened, threatening to shatter. Or maybe it was looking down and seeing his dark head bent over her chest, that sent her orgasm slamming through her, from the apex of her thighs all the way down to her toes and fingertips and everywhere in between.
“Anna. Sweet Anna. I love hearing you come. Watching you come. Feeling you come.”
Just the sound of his voice was enough to keep her orgasm spiraling on and on, until she was fighting for breath, praying for oxygen to fill her empty lungs.
“I thought you were joking,” she admitted when she was finally able to speak again. “I didn’t know I could come like that.”
“It will happen again. I can promise you that. Only next time we’ll get there with just these.” He pressed soft kisses to her breasts, first one and then the other, and her low moan sounded in the room. “Let’s get this all the way off you.”
His words were steady, his face focused, but his hands gave him away, the slight tremble that she’d never thought to see in the incredibly strong man she’d married.
It shouldn’t make sense that having him undress her was such a big deal. Not when he’d had her naked so many times before, not when he’d had her tied up, not when he’d played with sex toys with her, not when she’d taken him down her throat and swallowed his come. But he’d never looked at her like this. Even when lust was tearing them both apart, there’d always been a barrier. Not just his, she realized with surprise, but hers, too.
Because even as she’d been falling in love with him, she’d been scared. Holding back if not her heart, then the last piece of her soul.
Tonight, he was claiming every part of her, inside and out.
“All of me,” she whispered as he gazed down at her naked skin. “I want you to have all of me.”
A sound—half growl, half groan—rumbled out of his chest and over her, but before she could reach out for him and demand the kiss she was so desperate for, his face was between her legs, her thighs spread open over his shoulders.
“I haven’t spent enough time here, haven’t tasted your sweetness nearly enough,” he lamented as he gazed at her wet folds with something akin to rapt wonder. “My damn dick is just going to have to learn to share.”
She shouldn’t be able to feel such deep emotion, such powerful desire, and still laugh.
None of those things had ever gone together before. But Cole tapped into every part of her: The part that wanted to laugh. The part that wanted to love. The part that wanted to fuck like a wild woman.
“You laughing at me, sweet girl?”
His tongue curled around the tight bud of her clit before pushing between her labia, and then his fingers joined his tongue, plying her open, sliding into her aching core.
She arched into his mouth, his fingers, opening wider, taking him deeper. And through it all, she was smiling, was so happy she thought she might burst.
“You make me smile.”
And then Cole was saying, “You’re right,” and he was up and over her so quick she barely had time to mourn the loss of his tongue against her clit. How could she miss that when he was pressing the thick head of his erection between her slick folds?
“Tomorrow.” Propping himself up on his elbows, he cupped her face in his hands. His mouth a breath from hers, he said, “I’ll love you slow and easy tomorrow.”
He thrust all the way into her at the exact same moment that their lips touched. It didn’t matter that she’d detonated just minutes ago, that she should have been sated. In fact, her previous orgasm only seemed to make her more sensitive, more responsive. And when his tongue found hers and he kissed her like he’d never get enough of her, she came undone. Again.
Only this time, it wasn’t just her pleasure that she was getting lost in. She was right there with Cole for every stroke, every thrust, every groan, feeling his climax as if it were her own.
Just as her love for him meant that she would willingly take on his pain, she now realized she would always share his pleasure, too.
Chapter Nineteen
Cole was a master at holding focus. Even as a little kid, he’d been able to forget everything but the game. Didn’t matter what else was going on in his life, as long as he was on the field, he was good.
He’d been off all goddamned day.
So far off that the guys were not just giving him confused looks, he could see a couple of the rookies, hungry for the chance to shine on the team, talking about him. Like hell if they were going to take his position anytime soon.
He ran faster. Tackled harder. Physical pain meant nothing as he worked to recapture the one thing that he’d always taken as a given.
But it remained just out of his grasp.
The linebacker coach had to pull him off the field. “Quitting time.”
Cole looked up, saw that the field was almost empty. Only Ty was still out there, practicing hitting his targets.
“But if you want to run some more formation reads, Cole, I’m happy to stay a little longer.”
Fuck. He didn’t want to go in now. But Joe had a new baby at home and Cole knew he wanted to be there with his family. Not out on the field with some messed-in-the-head linebacker who didn’t know which way was up.
“No, I’m good.” He couldn’t miss the relief in the other man’s eyes.
Ty walked into the locker room just as Cole stepped into the hot spray of the shower.
“You’re not the only one, you know.”
Cole slammed the nozzle shut. “Fuck off, Ty.”
He’d spent some of his best nights with the guy, celebrating big wins with beautiful women, but that didn’t mean he wanted to sit there in towels and share feelings.
“Planning on it tonight with my wife.” Ty toweled off his hair, before twisting the towel around his waist. “Julie told me you met Anna in Vegas, but I told her you couldn’t have found a nice girl like that in the middle of Sin City.”
Cole turned to his ex-friend with murder in his eyes. “You won’t be able to fuck your wife any time soon if you’re not careful.”
Not looking the least bit scared, Ty reached into his locker, actually turning his back on Cole. “Julie also said you were with Anna for months. Dating in secret.” He turned back around, pinned Cole with a knowing look. “You’re a lying sack of shit, aren’t you? Your game was different this Sunday. Not worse, just different. Like football isn’t the only thing that matters to you anymore.”
Cole’s fists tightened as he got ready to punch Ty’s smug face, just hard enough to make him a little less pretty. Not that Julie would care. She’d still love the bastard anyway.
Just like Anna loved him. And last night, instead of keeping his feelings locked up like he should have, he’d given in.
And loved her right back.
What the fuck had he done?
He was a man with enough darkness in his soul to spill over onto her innocence. The thought of Anna waking up one day and wondering, “Why did I love him?” or realizing it was just great sex and the excitement of the situation that had her temporarily thinking she loved him, killed him.