Page 92 of The Pact

Leaning down, he presses his mouth to mine, then pulls away abruptly. “Thea, I’ve thought of this moment for so long. The things I want to do…” Cole trails off. I want to hear about all of it, but not right now. Tonight, I need him to act.

“I trust you. Whatever you want, I want.” He grabs the hem of my shirt and yanks it off. Tracing kisses over the tops of my breasts, I feel him reach around me and unhook my bra. Cole slides the straps down my arms before tossing it across the room.

“You’re fucking beautiful, love.” He stares appreciatively. “I can’t wait to show you how perfect we are together.” The words steal my breath.

My fingers reach for the button on his pants, quickly undoing it and sliding the zipper down. Cole yanks them off and kicks them into the corner, along with his boxers. His hard cock is begging to be touched. I don’t make him wait.

Reaching out, I wrap around him, stroking him slowly.

“I have big plans for us tonight. I don’t want anything ruining that.” His hand cups mine, bringing it to a stop.

Pulling me off the counter, Cole kneels to finish undressing me. Standing, he slides his hand over the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. Our bodies are slick from the humidity, making it easy for my hands to explore every inch of him.

He backs me into the shower until the hot water drenches me. Grabbing a washcloth, he pours a generous helping of body wash onto it. I hold my hand out to take it from him. He doesn’t give it to me.

“Let me do this for you,” he insists. I can’t say no to those pleading eyes.

I’ve never been washed by a man, or anyone, for that matter. Cole takes his time running the cloth over me, soaping me up and moving in circular motions down my body until he reaches my toes.

“My turn,” I tell him. He doesn’t fight me as he hands me a fresh washcloth to do the same to him.

Taking my time, I start at his face. His wet curls are slicked back and water drips from his beard. Cole’s hazel eyes watch me intensely, never leaving mine as I wash his cheeks and forehead. Moving down to his neck and shoulders, I admire his tattoos. Each fine line forming the lightning strikes and every dark cloud shaded ominously. Lower, I trace over the wings on his forearm. I love how his body relaxes under my touch.

Turning him around, I wash his back. By the time I return to the front, his cock is a temptation I can’t ignore.

I could easily stand and wash it. Instead, I sink to my knees.

Reaching out, I take him in my hand and run the cloth over him. I look up to make sure I’m being gentle enough. But Cole has his head tilted back with his eyes closed, bracing himself with a hand on the wall.

Damn, if washing has him like this… I don’t let myself finish the thought. I rinse him and slide my lips over the length of him, keeping my eyes trained on his face. As soon as he feels the warmth of my mouth, his head snaps down so that our eyes lock.

“Thea…,” he moans out. I love the feel of his cock in my mouth, knowing his whole body is tense because of me. “You look so good like that.” The compliment makes me pause for a moment. “The water running down your tits…fuck. How did I get this lucky?” His cock twitches in my mouth. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to contain my desire a little longer.

I pick up my speed, letting my hand pump him at the same time. Cole’s fingers slide through my wet hair, gripping me gently. He doesn’t force my head farther down, although part of me wants him to. I push that thought from my mind, thankful that my skin is already red from the hot water, so he doesn’t see me blush.

Suddenly, he pulls out of my mouth and lifts me up by my arms. Cole pushes me up against the shower wall. All I feel is cold tile and his warm skin pressed against me. The contrast sends a wave of need to my pussy.

Impatience gnaws at me as he kisses over my neck, then my jaw. “Cole, please…” I don’t want to wait any longer.

His chuckle and the brush of his beard tickles me. “Is this what you want, love?” Cole pushes his hand between my legs. I open up for him. He circles my clit before sliding over the length of me and pushing a finger inside.

It feels good, yet this isn’t what I want. He strokes the sensitive spot deep within just as I’m about to tell him what I need—a moan slips out instead. My head is hazy with lust, but I push past it. My palms connect with his shoulders and I shove him against the adjacent wall. I gain the advantage while losing the feel of his finger as he steadies himself.

“No,” I growl. My hand finds his cock. “This is what I want. I’m done waiting.”

His eyes flash with surprise, then they darken with that fierce desire I only see on rare occasions.

My leg lifts. He instinctively hooks his hand under my knee, securing it to his hip. With his other hand, he guides himself to my entrance. Cole teases as he circles me with the tip. I’m in no mood for it. It’s been long enough, so I push my hips forward, gasping as he enters me. God, I’ve forgotten what this feels like. The ache of being stretched settles over me until it’s nearly gone and I’m left wanting more of him.

“You’re so fucking impatient,” he grates out. I think I’ve pushed him too far. “I love it.” My chest releases that momentary panic. “I love that you need me as much as I need you.”

My heart pounds at his words, my clit matches the throbbing rhythm. He thrusts into me farther. Once he bottoms out, he hooks his other hand under my leg, lifting me off the ground and slamming me into the wall.

If it hurts, I don’t register the pain.

There’s a second where he pauses, then he’s driving his cock into me fast and deep. I can barely catch my breath between thrusts. The feel of him filling me completely is unbelievably satisfying. I’ve been hungry for too long and he’s giving me the sustenance my body has been desperate for.

My fingers tangle in his hair as I bring his mouth to mine. I need his tongue in me like his cock is—hot and demanding. My senses are consumed with us. All I hear is the slapping of our bodies. I see Cole’s eyes burning into mine. I’m surrounded by the coconut smell of the body wash. My skin dances with the electrifying heat building between us. And all I taste is him.

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