The Missing Heir(49)
He pulled off her pants, palms skimming across her silk panties, back and forth, until she twitched in reaction. She moaned his name.
He kissed her breasts, and her arms stretched out, hands clenching into fists. And then her panties were gone. His boxers disappeared, and he had a condom. Thank goodness he had a condom.
He was on top of her, pressing into her, so slowly, so exquisitely. She arched against him, wrapping her arms and legs around him. She’d never felt anything that came close to Cole Parker.
He smelled of fresh air and wide-open spaces. He tasted like chocolate and brandy. His callused fingertips were rough and hot as he caressed every intimate spot on her skin. His body was shifting iron beneath her hands.
His weight felt good. His thrusts were focused, and her body reflexively adjusted its angle to accommodate him. He whispered her name. Then his arm braced the small of her back, pressing them tighter and tighter together.
Everything else was forgotten except the sensations cresting endlessly through her body as she climbed higher and higher. Colors glowed behind her eyes while white noise roared in her ears. Her world contracted to their joined bodies, tighter and tighter, until the dam exploded. The colors turned to fireworks, and sound boomed like a symphony as Cole called out her name.
Her pulse was in overdrive, and she was dragging in oxygen. Her limbs lost all feeling as she sank deeper and deeper into the soft mattress.
“You still with me?” Cole asked from what seemed like a distance.
“I think so. I’m not sure. Are we in Kansas?”
He chuckled. “I was definitely over the rainbow.”
Reality floated its way back. “Oh, my.”
“Don’t second-guess,” he warned.
“That was a lot more than just a kiss.”
He brushed back her hair and looked into her eyes. “It felt kind of inevitable.”
She knew what he meant. Every second they spent together seemed to draw them closer and closer.
“Maybe it was good to get it over with,” she ventured.
“At least we’re not wondering anymore.”
“Were you?” she couldn’t help asking. “Were you wondering?”
“Absolutely. From the first second I laid eyes on you. That’s why I botched it so bad that night at the dance.”
“It was a rocky start,” she agreed. “But you rescued me. Then you rescued my shoes.”
“You hate those shoes.”
“True. But you do get points for trying.”
He skimmed the backs of his fingers along her side. “Are those points redeemable?”
His touch was distracting, and his eyes were taking on that dark glow again.
“For valuable prizes,” she told him.
He traced the curve of her hip. “What do I get?”
“What do you want?”