Page 61 of Forbidden Flame

The angle struck that bundle of nerves inside of me that had me barreling toward a release I wasn’t ready for. Not yet. I wanted to extend this as long as possible.

I stopped him with a hand on his chest and urged him to his back. I rose and eased down over his cock.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

I could only imagine how I looked riding him, naked, my breasts bobbing in time with my movements. He reached up to cup my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples.

I braced myself on his chest as the first wave washed over me. It was hard and fast, the stars behind my lids blinding with their intensity. I slumped over him as he thrust from the bottom, once, twice. Then he bit my shoulder before soothing the spot with his tongue.

“That was intense,” Cole said into my ear.

It was intense, beautiful, and amazing. Each time was better than the last. But it didn’t do anything to sate my desire for him. I only wanted more.

We sat like that for a while. Eventually, Cole grabbed a blanket and threw it over my shoulders.

“I don’t want to move.” I didn’t want to go home and back to reality.

He kissed my shoulder. “I don’t want to either.”

I had no concept of time. It was like we were in a dream world where nothing else mattered. I ignored the thought that that was the only place we could be together.

His hand stroked my bare back, and his jeans were rough against my inner thigh. It felt amazing. I let my mind wander and think about what it would be like for him to sleep in my bed, to wake up to him every morning. Would he make breakfast, or would he sleep in? Would he want to have sex again?

“I should get you back. It’s late, or early, however you want to look at it.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I don’t either. But I respect you too much to get you home so late that you’re not there if your daughter needs you.”

I lifted, the air cooler now. “You’re right.”

It was the responsible thing to do. But I was tired of doing what was expected, never going outside of my comfort zone. I was happy when I was with Cole, and we forgot about everything else. Why couldn’t that be our reality?

“I want to see you again,” Cole said as he handed me my bra, and I put it on.

“I want that too. I’m just not sure how often we can get together. My dad only watches Izzy once a month.”

“What about during the day?” Cole asked.

“Isn’t that risky? Someone could see my car if I come here, or your truck if

you come to me. And don’t even think about getting a hotel. I don’t like how that feels.”

“I’m not asking you to do that. We’ll figure something out.”

“I liked hanging out in your truck. It’s a beautiful night, and I like just talking and spending time together.” I didn’t need to be taken out to dinner. This was perfect.

I pulled my dress on, and he brushed my hair back from my face. “I want more for you, for us.”

I let my cheek rest in his palm. “I want that too. But it seems impossible.”

“We have to trust that we can figure this out.” His expression was earnest.

“You’re saying we have to have faith.”

“Something like that.”

My heart ached already, and I hadn’t gone home yet. Soon I’d be alone in my room, wondering if he was going to text or if I’d hear from him again. Would he retreat? Remember all the reasons why we didn’t make sense?

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