The Missing Heir(95)

                “All good.” He released the catch on her bra, peeling it off. “All very, very good.”

                She knew she should be self-conscious, even embarrassed by her nakedness in the well-lit living room.

                “If Destiny and Luca come back, we’re...” She moved up to kiss his neck, bracing her hands on his shoulders, absorbing the feel of their taut texture.

                “Oh, darling,” he drawled. “They’re not coming back.”

                “They’re not?” Not that she was truly worried. She wasn’t about to stop undressing Cole.

                “Did you see their expressions?” There was a chuckle in his voice. “They’re not coming back.”

                She unsnapped the top of his fly. “Just as well.”

                His warm hand closed over her breast. “I like the way you’re thinking.”

                She bit back a moan. “What am I thinking?”

                “That you want me.” He narrowed his attention to her nipple.

                A zing of sensation flashed to the apex of her thighs, and this time she did moan. “I do want you.”

                “I want you, too, very, very badly.”

                She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing her mouth to his. “Oh, Cole.”

                “Amber.” He tunneled his spread fingers into her hair, kissing her deeper and deeper.

                She fumbled with her pants, while he got rid of his.

                Then she was lying back on the sofa, pulling him to her, impatient and anxious to become one. But he made her wait, feathering his fingertips along her thighs, circling and teasing as he went.

                “Now,” she begged.

                “Yeah?” he asked, his voice husky, breathing deep.

                “Right now.” The anticipation was too much.

                “In a hurry?”

                She knew how to stop this game. She raked her fingertips down his stomach, going lower until she grasped him, wrapping her hand smoothly around his length.

                His body convulsed. “Okay.”

                “In a hurry?” she managed.

                “Yes.” He disentangled her hand, drawing her arms up above her head. “I’m definitely in a hurry.”

                Moments later, he was inside her, swift and sure, and she gasped at the strength of the sensations. His movements were steady and deep. Her reaction more and more intense.

                He kissed her mouth, his hand going to her breast. She was bombarded with pleasure over every inch of her body. Time seemed to stop while she drank in his taste, scent and touch. She never wanted it to end.

                “You’re amazing.” His lips brushed hers as he spoke. “I’ve never...ever...ever...”

                “Cole,” she gasped. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

                “I’m never stopping. Not...ever.”