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  Without thought, my hands glide over the powerful build of his shoulders and the rippling muscles of his biceps. It makes me almost weak in the knees to stroke my fingers over his cut body. Stepping closer, I can’t resist pressing my mouth against the firm solidness of his hard chest before slowly licking my way across the sinewy muscles of his stomach. He tenses as I nip him with my sharp little teeth. Maybe I even bite him a little too hard. Because when I pull away, I see the indentations marring his flesh. Hearing the low rumble of a groan leave his lips has hot shafts of need and want flooding my panties.

  My fingers then drift over the large tattoo that brands his skin. It starts out at the edge of his back before wrapping around the right side of his ribcage. It’s a shield with thick slices of red and black color that pinwheel around it. A large golden lion stands on its hind legs in the middle. On top of the shield is a golden crown. The detail is gorgeous and intricate. His dad’s family was Scottish and this is the Mathews family coat of arms. Under the shield is his dad’s name along with the dates of his birth and death. He inked it onto his skin when he turned eighteen in memory of his father who was killed ten years ago by a drunk driver.

  “God, I love the way you touch me.”

  “Not half as much as I love touching you,” I whisper against his warm flesh. I could do this all night long and never grow tired of it. Cole has the most amazing body. It’s so perfectly sculpted.

  I absolutely love how strong and firm his hands are as they settle gently against my ribs. His fingers fan out until his thumbs are just able to brush the undersides of my breasts through the thin ribbed fabric of my tank top. Another ripple of pleasure shoots through me as his fingers slide down to the frayed hem before slipping it over my head.

  And suddenly I’m just as bare chested as he is.

  Not so long ago it would have embarrassed me to stand in front of him like this, especially since I can feel the heat of his eyes licking over my upper body. But I love it. Love the worshipful way his eyes run the length of me. The thrill of his gaze has my nipples tightening. He makes this sexy little growling noise deep in his throat as his hands rise to gently cup the fullness of each aching breast.

  A moan slips off my lips as he carefully palms me. Stroking each pebbled tip with strong fingers.

  “Do you like that?” His voice is low and gravelly as he follows each languid movement of his fingers through heated eyes.

  He tweaks each puckered bud when I don’t immediately respond. I can’t stop the sudden whimper that tumbles off my lips as he does so. Who would have ever thought that pleasure could ignite from just a bit of pain? It quickly flashes through my mind that I could never be this open with another man.

  Only Cole.

  “Hmmm?” His hot gaze arrows to mine, skewering me in place.

  Wanting an answer, he pinches each nipple again with just enough pressure to leave me gasping with pleasure laced pain. “Yes!”

  “Good, because I love touching you.” Leaning forward, he soothes each tip with his tongue and lips until I’m squirming against him.

  When he finally pulls away, he caresses each aching breast one last time before his hands slowly slide down my sides to the delicate curve of my butt before gently lifting me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. My arms wind their way around his neck before pulling his face to mine. I’m so turned on right now that I can’t help but rub my center against the taut muscles of his abdomen wanting only to relieve some of the intense pressure that has been building and swirling within me.

  Cole is the first guy to show me what desire and passion taste like. It’s doubtful I’ll ever get enough of him. The way he sets my flesh to flames is something I never dreamed existed before.

  Hissing out a breath with each frantic movement of my hips, Cole quickly closes the short distance to my bed before laying me down on the mattress. In the blink of an eye, he’s covering my body with his. God but I love feeling the fullness of his weight settled on top of me. I love feeling the thick length of his erection pressed against my aching center.

  It leaves me completely breathless.

  As his lips crash down upon mine, his tongue slips inside my mouth to mingle and dance with my own. The way he kisses drives me absolutely insane. There’s a mindlessness that sweeps through me as pleasure floods every single cell of my being. And then his mouth is trailing across my chin as he licks a hot path down to one nipple before sliding over to the other.

  Pulling back, his eyes singe my body as he looks his fill. “You have absolutely no idea how damn sexy you are. I just want to fuck you until I’m all you’re able to think about. Until I’m your everything.”

  My glazed eyes meet his, holding them as his words wash over me. My lips lift as I whisper, “You are my everything. The way you touch me… no one else could ever make me feel like this.”

  He thrusts his hips against my core, against the moisture flooding my panties. “No one will ever make you feel the way I do.” His cock strains against the vee of my thighs. Hot bolts of pleasure shoot through my body as he pushes against me. “Say it. Say that I’m the only one you want.”

  “You are, Cole. I don’t want to make love with anyone but you.”

  His hand slips between us until his fingers are able to slide beneath the clothing still covering my throbbing heat. “No one but me gets to touch this.”

  Closing my eyes, I arch into his warm palm wanting more than anything to feel his fingers sliding deep inside me, to relieve just a little bit of the throbbing pressure building within me. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t thrust his blunt tipped fingers inside me, even when I whimper, pushing myself against him.

  “Say the words, Cassidy,” he growls in response.

  “Only you,” I whimper, “you’re the only one who will ever fuck me like this.”

  As soon as I say them, he slowly slides two thick fingers inside me, softly stroking my wet heat until I’m mindless with the need he has stoked to life within me.

  “You make me ache.”

  He continues caressing my insides and I swear I could come, come so hard from the way he’s touching me.

  He swirls his finger across my lower lips before murmuring, “Your pussy belongs to me.”

  “Yes,” I moan, “yes.” I would agree to almost anything at this point and he knows it. My hips buck against him seeking a release.

  Stilling his fingers, he leans down, laying a sweet kiss against my mouth. “Oh no, you don’t. Not like this. When you come, I want to feel you pulsing and throbbing around me.”

  And then he’s gone and I’m left gasping and groaning impatiently with need.

  A devilish smile spreads its way across his handsome face making him look even sexier, as if that’s possible, with his hot body and rumpled chocolate colored hair and golden whiskey colored eyes fastened onto mine.

  God but I love him.

  That thought cartwheels through my mind as I hold his eyes.

  “I love you so much,” I whisper.

  He stills, poised above me and something melts in his eyes. The heated sexiness turns into something different, something more.

  My heart expands until the fullness of it becomes almost too painful to bear.

  “I love you too, Cassidy. So much. So fucking much. I would do absolutely anything for you.” His eyes search mine fervently. “You know that, right?”

  Unable to speak, I jerk my head into a quick nod.

  I never expected to love someone the way I love him. He was a total surprise who slammed unwantedly into my life.

  Leaning down again, he presses his lips against mine, taking us both to an unimaginable place. A place where only the two of us exist. And then he’s thrusting his hips between my legs. The quick movement has me gasping and groaning all in one sweet breath. All I know is that I want to feel his naked flesh against my own. I want to cradle the hard length of him against my silken heat. I want to feel him thrusting into me.

  “I think there are too many p
ieces of clothing separating us,” I whisper.

  Again he rocks his hips against me. “That’s funny, because I was just thinking the very same thing.”

  Before I can arch my lower half off the bed to remove my sleeping shorts and panties, Cole’s lips are suddenly at my navel. Licking a fiery path downward, he lowers both my panties and shorts one seductive inch at a time. With every strip of flesh that is bared, he traces little circles across me until he’s kneeling between my thighs. The fabric of my shorts and panties is lowered so that he’s able to lay a hundred sweet kisses against my heated flesh. His soft tongue dances over my slick wet slit and I can’t help but widen my legs wanting to feel his heated breath, his mouth devouring me. But the more I try spreading my legs, the more constricted I become by the fabric of my clothing as it stretches tautly across my pulsing core.

  “Take them off,” I moan, or maybe I’m pleading at this point, “please take them off.” I just want to be naked and I want him naked too. I want to feel every ripped muscle of his against me. Rocking into me. Thrusting so deeply inside my body that I can’t think.

  Only feel.

  My mind empties completely as he slowly eases the waistband of the shorts down my hips to my upper thighs before sliding his tongue over me. A long lusty groan tumbles from my lips as I arch my body into his mouth. He stabs his tongue deep inside me, his strong fingers finding and then slowly stroking my clit. My body tightens as hot licks of pleasure swirl their way through me. I can’t help but gasp when both his fingers and his mouth disappear from my aching flesh.

  I blink my eyes in confusion as his entire body disappears from the bed before I feel the shorts and panties being whipped off my body. I watch as he quickly lowers his jeans, stripping them off until they’re crumpled in a pile with the rest of our clothing.

  My eyes arrow to his erection. So thick, long, and hard as it juts out from the dark nest of springy curls. A tiny little thrill shoots through me at the sight of him.

  God but he’s beautiful.

  How could I possibly get tired of this?

  That’s really more of a rhetorical question...

  For just one brilliant moment, he stands over the bed looking down at me. His eyes rove unabashedly over my naked form just as mine sear him in return.

  “Spread your legs for me.” He whispers the words thickly, his eyes glued to the apex of my thighs. “I want to see you.”

  A hot stain of color leaks into my cheeks. Even though this is still somewhat new, and I’m not a hundred percent comfortable with my body, I still want to please him, to give him exactly what he’s asking for. The way he looks at me, almost as if he’s worshipping me with his eyes… it’s something I’ll never get used to.

  I love the way he makes me feel.

  And so I do as he asks.

  Ever so slowly I allow my legs to fall open. Inhaling a shaky breath, I feel completely vulnerable. But oddly powerful. For a long silent moment, he doesn’t move a single muscle. Barely breathes as his eyes wander over the part of me that only he’s allowed to see.

  To have.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His heated eyes rise to hold mine possessively. “You know that, don’t you?”

  My lips lift just a bit at his words. Slowly he stalks to the bed. A moment later he’s kneeling between my legs again. His hot breath feathers over the delicate skin of my inner thighs and I can’t help but arch upwards wanting to feel him inside me.

  His large hands stroke gently over my inner thighs but don’t move any closer to the pulsing need of my heated flesh.

  Arghhh.

  I just want to feel his lips on me. His tongue thrusting deep inside me. His warm breath forcing me over the edge.

  But he doesn’t do any of that.

  His hands continue to lightly caress me and even though I’m throbbing with need, the tender massaging strokes relax me. With every swipe of his fingers, his thumbs move closer and closer to my center until they’re grazing me with each and every unhurried pass. I want to scream. I want to tear at his shoulders with my nails until he’s driving into me, releasing the tightly coiled tension within me.

  I want to come.

  Right now.

  With his mouth or strong blunt fingers pumping into me.

  It’s almost unbearable, all this touching.

  His eyes slice knowingly to mine. “I could play with you all night long.”

  “No,” I whimper. I almost hate myself for the whine that finds its way into my voice. I’m not a whiner. But this… this is sweet torture… it makes me crazy. It has me doing and saying things I normally wouldn’t.

  And I love it.

  Love that he’s able to bring out this need in me.

  On another swipe, his fingers widen until they’re able to stroke over the slick wetness of my lips. Until he’s massaging my heated flesh. Smoothing all that moisture over me. And then he’s dipping his fingers inside me until I’m moaning. My body feels as if it’s on fire.

  “So wet,” he growls before lowering his face and sliding his tongue across me. Lapping the cream from my body with long deep strokes. “You taste so fucking good, Cassidy. I need to be inside you right now.”

  “Yes,” I breathe. I love the feel of his thick, blunt cock sliding slowly inside me.

  I hear him rip open a condom package before quickly sheathing himself and then he’s exactly where I want him to be. Poised right above me, his muscular arms bracketing me, his rock hard abs nestled against the softness of my belly. His thick erection is just about to slide inside me.

  I sigh as he fills me completely in one long smooth stroke before rocking into me, against me. Our bodies move in complete harmony. I can’t imagine sharing this kind of intimacy with anyone other than Cole.

  It doesn’t take much. We’re both so turned on, so ready to burst with the frenetic energy we always seem to generate. His pace quickens just as the first wave of an orgasm pummels my senses. Not wanting to yell out, I sink my teeth into the sinewy muscles of his shoulder. As soon as I do, I feel him grunt, his own orgasm streaking through his taut powerful body.

  “I love you, Cassidy.” He rumbles the words right before emptying himself inside me.

  “I love you too,” I whisper, “So much.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Once we’ve both spent ourselves, all that can be heard in my darkened dorm room is the sound of our ragged breathing. He lowers his face to the delicate curve of my neck. His breath feathers across my skin. His heart pounds, racing against mine.

  Pressing a soft kiss against the side of my face, he rolls away before grabbing a Kleenex off the table besides my bed. He slides the condom off before wrapping it up and throwing it in the trash can by my desk. Then he’s back, settling against me in my thin twin bed. His big body takes up most of the space. But I don’t care. I drape myself across the solid wall of his chest as I sift my fingers through the sprinkle of dark hair smattered across his beautifully sculpted chest.

  I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of contentment in my life.

  Rather rhythmically, his fingers comb through my hair. We’re quiet, each lost in our own private thoughts for a handful of minutes before he finally says, “I was really worried when I couldn’t find you. I wish you hadn’t left the party without me. Something could have happened to you.” His fingers continue to softly stroke over me. “Don’t do that again, okay?”

  Biting down on my lip, everything that happened earlier comes crashing back at me.

  Jackie.

  Her telling me that she wants him back.

  Watching her follow Cole up the stairs.

  And then leaving the party with Luke.

  Inhaling a deep breath, I wonder what to say. I don’t want to lie. Not to Cole. I promised myself that I wouldn’t keep any more secrets from him. But I also know he’s not going to like what I have to tell him. Which makes me hesitant to do it.

  “Cassidy, babe, did you hear me? It’s too dangerous for you
to walk home alone from a party.”

  Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I push out the words before I lose my nerve. Everything feels so peaceful and perfect between us right now. I don’t want to ruin that.

  “I didn’t walk home alone,” I finally murmur into the darkness.

  “You left with someone from the dorm?” His fingers continue dancing their way over me, but it’s not enough to settle the nerves that are now shimmying across my flesh.

  “No.” Crap. “Umm… Luke was at the party and I ended up catching a ride home with him.”

  Cole’s naked body tenses under mine. Nerves continue to bloom and grow in my belly. “You went home with Luke?”

  Slowly I pull myself up so that we can look at one another, so I can see every emotion as it sweeps across his face in the moonlight filtering in through the open curtains. “Only because I couldn’t find you.”

  But that’s not altogether true.

  It was seeing him head upstairs with his ex-girlfriend that had my chest tightening. That had left me fighting for breath. Feeling claustrophobic with the press of all those bodies closing in on me. Even thinking about what it felt like suddenly has my skin prickling with unease.

  “Did he drive you straight back here?” He’s fighting to stay calm. After seeing Luke and me at the Union a few days ago, he doesn’t really want us spending time together.

  Sighing, I know my answer will only cause more problems between us and I don’t want that. “We stopped and had coffee.”

  “You couldn’t find me, so Luke swooped in and took you out for coffee?” There’s a distinct edge to his voice. One that pricks because I didn’t do anything wrong. After the way we just made love, can’t he see that he has absolutely nothing to worry about where Luke is concerned?