Page 98 of The Single Dad

I hold on to Cole as it washes through me, kissing him like I’m trying to drown in him. His tongue slides against mine, mirroring the way his fingers curl against my inner walls, and he makes sure I’ve ridden out the last aftershocks of my climax before he finally stops.

He slips his fingers out of me and takes the shower head from my slackening grip, hanging it back up on the metal arm that protrudes from the wall. Then he turns me to face him, cupping my jaw as he tilts my head up. He kisses me as the water pours down on us, and I lean against him, wrapping my arms around his broad torso.

“Do you feel better?” he asks, resting his forehead against mine.

I can hear the note of concern in his voice, and it touches something deep inside me. He saw a part of me tonight that I haven’t shared with many people in the entire world, and instead of looking down on me, he took care of me. He made sure I don’t feel alone.

“Much better.”

I give him a little smile, my fingers sliding through the wet hair at the nape of his neck. Our faces are so close together that I can see the flecks of cobalt in his dark blue eyes, and he holds my gaze as if trying to read my thoughts.

After a long moment, he draws back, reaching behind him to turn off the water. Wrapping his arms around me, he carries me out of the shower and sets me down on the fluffy bath mat.

His fingers slide a lock of damp hair away from my face, something soft passing through his expression.

“Arms up,” he instructs.

I do as he says, and he starts to dry me off methodically, his touch gentle as he rubs the fluffy towel over my skin. He starts with my arms and shoulders, then does my chest, ribs, and back, massaging my breasts through the soft fabric of the towel.

He works his way lower, dropping to his knees on the bath mat, and I gaze down at him, a little overwhelmed by the sight of him like this. There’s something almost reverent about the way he touches me, and it spreads heat through my body even as it does dangerous things to my heart.

“Open.” Cole taps one of my ankles, and I spread my legs a little wider, giving him access as he slides the towel up one leg and then the other.

He brushes the towel between my legs, and I suck in a breath as my clit throbs.

A slow smile spreads across Cole’s face. He finishes with the towel and then tosses it aside, not seeming to care at all that he never got around to drying himself. Instead, he grabs my hips with his large hands, then leans closer and drags his tongue up my slit.

“Can never resist you,” he groans, circling my clit when he reaches the top. “You taste like heaven.”

I grin. No man has ever said anything like that to me before, but I love that Cole likes how I taste. He’s almost fiendish in the way he seems to enjoy eating me out, which makes it easy to lose myself in how fucking good it feels. I never have to worry if it’s taking too long for me to come or if he’s getting bored, because I’m pretty sure he’d happily spend all night between my legs.

As if to prove my unspoken thoughts true, Cole starts to devour me in earnest, gripping my hips harder as he delves his tongue inside me and sucks on my clit.

With the buzz of my first orgasm still echoing through my body, it doesn’t take long for him to push me to the edge again, and before I know it, I’m falling over the cliff.

“Fuck, Cole!”

My breathy cry is muffled as I bite my lip. My hands go to the top of his head, fingers clenching around the wet strands of his hair as I come on his face, shuddering and gasping.

Before the last aftershock has worked its way through me, Cole is on his feet again. He lifts me as if I’m lighter than a feather, wrapping my legs around his waist as my arms automatically go around his neck.

My clit presses against the hard muscles of his abs in this position, and I drop my head and whimper against his neck as another burst of pleasure shoots through me.

“Goddamn, I can feel how wet you are,” he mutters roughly. “You’re making a mess all over me.”

I nod, because I know it’s true. My arousal is smearing over his skin as I grind against him, and I don’t stop. I roll my hips, pressing kisses to his neck as he carries me to the bed. When we reach it, he lays me down and crawls up over me, settling himself between my thighs.

“Need to be inside you,” he murmurs, water droplets clinging to his hair as he gazes down at me, his face only inches away.

“Yes,” I breathe, pulling him down into a kiss.

His lips are hungry against mine as he reaches out to the side blindly, fumbling in the drawer in my nightstand for a condom. I hear the door slide shut as the head of Cole’s cock nudges at my entrance, and suddenly, I want nothing more than for him to press inside just like this.

“Wait,” I gasp, breaking the kiss.

Cole’s brows draw together. He’s got the condom in one hand, the other braced on the mattress by my head. “What? What do you need, angel?”

My pulse speeds up as my tongue darts out to trace my lips, tasting him on my skin.

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