Heaven Inside You(13)

“Please…Cole”

“Say my name again.”

“Cole”

He sucked hard on one nipple in response, then subjected the other to the same torment.

Her moaning sobs escalated. Oh shit, she was coming!

“Look at my eyes. I want to see you come. But hold it off for now. You mustn’t come before I tell you to.”

She met his gaze as he’d asked, her expression glazed.

“Please, now. Please, I can’t take it.”

“Just a few seconds more…Jesus, yes. Keep doing that. Open up to me. Fuck!”

He increased his pace, rode her feverishly.

“It’s heaven inside you. Heaven on Earth, baby…”

The heat inside him rose and pooled around his groin.

“Come! Now!”

His words set off an instant rush of sparks as they registered in his brain. And clearly in hers, too, as she bit into his shoulder, blindly raked her nails down his back, and threw herself in the vortex. It shook her, and he knew what she was going through—that high-pitched vibration of sounds, smells, colors clouding your vision. The most overpowering climax can to that to a person. Disconnect you from the real world, to the point that you feel yourself floating in a different dimension…

“Olivia, you feel…Christ!’

He threw his head back above her, his face feeling stretched as though he wore a torturous, twisted mask, and he joined her in that kaleidoscope of blissful energy and colors. The waves kept coming and coming, drawing him further into her, and her inner muscles clenched around his cock, milking him completely as he flooded her to the womb with his seed, wringing the most gut-wrenching orgasm he had ever experienced.

He kept thrusting into her as he groaned his pleasure. A jolt of surprise hit him as new spasms racked his body, on and on until the wave finally subsided and he collapsed over her, catching himself on his forearms so as not to crush her, his face burrowed in her neck.

“Heaven,” he said in a whisper.

Slowly, he lifted his head to look into her emerald green eyes. Kissing her tenderly, he lifted himself off her, gently arranging their bodies on the pillows and underneath the bedclothes. She cuddled up to him, her head on his shoulder, arm across his chest as he cradled her in the warmth of his body.

Welcoming her warmth, he ran his mouth tenderly across her forehead. “Go to sleep, pet. We have an early day tomorrow.”

She barely heard him, already halfway towards a world where dreams reside and drifting consciousness fades farther into the distance.

Later, they ordered room service and fed each other strawberries and cream.

And they never quite made it to see the sights in Atlanta.





Chapter Six



“What took you so long?” She frowned at Olivia as she exited the car. “And hello to you, Cole, darlin’. My, my, I swear, you get handsomer by the minute.”

Her expression changed to one of demure flirtatiousness.

“You’re too kind, Fiona,” he replied, with a hint of a smile that never quite reached his eyes. “Where’s Chad?”

“On the first floor, second door to the right, honey.”

“Thanks.”

He turned to Olivia, making sure he was blocking Fiona’s view. Bending his head, he lightly flicked his tongue in her ear and whispered, “See you later, pet. I miss you already.”

As he turned away to join his brother, Fiona linked her arm with Olivia’s trembling one and walked with her up the steps to the front door.

“What did he just tell you?”

“Uhm, nothing. Just that he looks forward to the wedding, that’s all.”

She hoped her sister wouldn’t notice the traitorous blush that crept up her face.

“Sometimes I wonder if I picked the wrong brother.”

“Don’t be mean, Fi. You’re getting married in two hours!”

“Oh, Chad is a great catch, mind you. But let’s just say that watching Cole’s body makes me want to rethink my decision.” After a pause, she muttered, “At least I get to honeymoon in the Seychelles.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a blast.” Sometimes she just didn’t understand her sister. Hard to fathom they came from the same womb.

“Yeah, well, let’s go get ready, shall we?”

* * * *

The temptress in the mirror couldn’t be her. That woman in ivory stockings, garters and corset was an image of decadent sensuality. With her enhanced hourglass shape, she could pass for one of those pin-up girls from the 1950s, she mused. Perhaps Cole had that effect on her. He had asked her not to wear any panties under her bridesmaid’s dress, so she didn’t. She wanted to please him, as he did her.

The man made her feel most wicked and depraved. She felt alive for the first time in a long time. Life could change so quickly, things happened in the blink of an eye—and she did not want to waste any of it. Especially the great parts. She decided that no matter how long it lasted, she’d make the most of her connection with Cole. She already felt more for him than she had felt for any other man in her lifetime; it was doubtful she’d experience the same emotions with anybody else in the future.