I tried to take a deep breath through my nose since my mouth was full, and I could finally smell him again. Cole's cologne. It was working, he was here. Or I was there. Whatever.
"You shouldn't have done that," his words were angry in my ears.
"You left me. Again."
"It's not your time."
"And yet I'm here."
"No one is coming to help you this time, Hannah."
"The only one I need is already here, Cole. You're all I'll ever need."
I felt his mouth slant down over mine, his anger showing itself in the roughness of his kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, biting his lip and curling my fists into his hair. I needed him and I didn't care how angry he was.
I opened my eyes but I couldn't see him. I could hear him, and smell him, his scent filled my nose and I drank him in. I closed my eyes and felt him deepen our kiss.
His tongue pressed, sliding between my teeth until it filled my mouth and drank from me.
My mouth fought with his, I was determined to give as good as I got.
I felt his hands slide into my hair and he yanked hard. He pulled my mouth from his and I felt the desperation of his words as he chastised me.
"Fuck, Hannah. Do you know what you've done?"
"I like the sound of that," I answered.
"Of what?"
"Of you saying 'Fuck, Hannah.' That's exactly what you should do. You should fuck me. What's done is done, Cole. If you didn't want me you shouldn't have taken me. You should never have shown me what being with you could be like. Failing that, you should have left me alone in the hospital. I would've thought I'd only dreamed of you, but you had to go and tease me there with Dr. Greene."
I opened my eyes again, hoping to look at him as I pled my case. I could see him now; he was as solid as sin before me.
His eyes were full of pain and wanting. He needed me as much as I needed him, he just needed a push. Angry or not I needed him to welcome me. Hard and fast or slow and sweet, I didn't care which.
"You did this, Cole. You showed me what could have been. You fucked me here, in this room. You fingered me, you teased me under the not so watchful eye of the doctor. You said you wanted to flip my gown up and bury your face between my thighs. You did this. You came for me. You made me want you, ache for you…"
I didn't even have to finish the thought, his mouth slanted over mine again, harder this time.
This time he bit me, taking my bottom lip between his teeth before soothing the sting with the tip of his tongue.
I moaned my need into his mouth and he answered my need by taking another handful of my hair in his fist and pulling hard.
This time when he pulled my mouth from his it wasn't to talk to me but to yank my head back and bite my neck. He bit down on the tender skin, pulling my hair with one hand as his other hand found the edge of my shirt and yanked it up, baring the tops of my breasts in my bra and nibbling a trail from my ear, over the swells of my breasts and finding first one nipple through the lacy fabric and teasing it with his tongue before seeking out the other tight peak and biting it, making me squeal with need.
"Don't think you can talk to me about fingering you, or fucking you, or burying my face between your thighs and not expect me to do exactly that."
His heated words teased my nipple in the moments before his tongue found it again and sucked it deeply into his mouth.
I grabbed the hair at the back of his head, only instead of pulling his mouth from me as he had done, I pressed his face harder against me. I arched my back, offering him more of my breast, and he took my offering, sucking and nipping until I was a squirming mess of need.
He pushed me backwards until his weight pressed me into the bed. I opened my thighs to him, wrapping my jean covered legs around his waist and digging my heels into his ass. He found my wrists and yanked them up above my head, pinning them out of his way as he dry humped against me.
I rocked my hips to meet his every thrust, arching into him as he kissed and bit every inch he could reach from my mouth to my tits.
He released one of my wrists just long enough to add it to its twin, pinning them both with one of his hands above my head. He used his free hand to yank my bra up and out of his way, nestling the still fastened garment up under my arm pits and baring my naked breasts to his hands and mouth.
I squeezed my legs tighter, using their leverage to rub the crotch of my jeans against his bulge, loving the friction between us as he devoured me with his mouth.
He kissed his way lower, over my stomach, releasing my hands as he did so.
My hands found his wide shoulders and I dug my nails into his skin as he undid my jeans and pulled the zipper apart with a metallic rip. He tugged the denim over my hips, leaving the waistband encircling the tops of my thighs as he kissed me below my belly button and bit each raised hip in turn.