Page 109 of Bad & Bossy

I slid my hand beneath the back of her shirt, lifting, pulling, until it was free and lost somewhere on the floor of my car.

“Please tell me you mean that,” I murmured. I kissed the side of her jaw, kissed her chin, trailed my tongue down the front of her throat as she let out a sigh that melted my fucking bones.

“I mean it.”

“You won’t change your mind again?” I bit at her skin by her collarbone as I pulled the straps of her bra down, unfastening it with one quick twist around the back, watching it fall and leaving her bare from the waist up. Not enough. Need more. Need her.

“Not a fucking chance.”

Without thinking, I shifted gears, taking her face in my hands instead and holding her just an inch from my face. Her eyes fluttered open, and I dragged my thumbs under them again, brushing away the little flecks of mascara I hadn’t quite gotten before.

“Cole—”

“I love you.” The words rolled off my tongue so easily, as if they’d always been there. I’d had a year to prep them, longer than that if I was being honest with myself. There wasn’t a hint of anxiety that held me back. “And I’ve waited far too long to say that to you.”

Her lower lip shook but she stilled it, clamping down on it with her upper teeth. But I caught the flash of dampness in her eyes before she closed them, breaking free of my hold to press her lips to mine again. “I love you too,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel safe enough to say it sooner.”

Relief flooded my system as I wrapped her in my arms, shifting us, laying her down across the plush leather so I could get to work on her jeans. A skirt would have been so much easier. I kissed my way down her chest as I popped open the button, taking my sweet fucking time on the zipper while dragging my tongue across each breast. They seemed smaller than they were before, and I briefly wondered if it was a side effect of stopping breastfeeding before her hips were rising, helping me get her out of the dreaded pants.

“You didn’t drink the night you left my house?” she asked, and I wondered if it was really the time to get into that as I clung to the front of her underwear with my teeth.

I barked out a laugh as I released them, opting to use my hands instead. “I didn’t.”

“You got sober on his birthday,” she said, the happy tears springing to life again.

“You’re just now realizing that?” I couldn’t help but grin at her as I pushed down the open front of my slacks, letting my aching cock spring free against her. She lifted her legs for me, granting me access, and oh my god, she was soaked already. I could have fucking cried at the sight.

“There’s a lot going on today, okay?” she chuckled, wiping her eyes as she settled herself against me, her skin catching on the leather.

Quickly, desperately, I slid myself inside of her, unable to wait a single second longer.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, crowding her as I bottomed out, every single muscle of hers clenching around me. “Christ, baby.”

The shit-eating grin she flashed me was almost enough to turn me feral. “Overwhelming?” she cooed, one hand reaching up and cupping my cheek.

“Look, it may have been a year since I’ve had a drink, but it’s been longer since I’ve been inside you.” Already, the pleasure of her was making my head spin, and I lifted her instead, deciding I couldn’t be fucking bothered trying to maneuver around the cupholders. I wanted her flush to me, and that was only going to happen one way, with her on top. “Or anyone, for that matter,” I added.

The moan that dragged from her as she seated herself on every inch of me made me impossibly hard. Without hesitation, she started moving her hips, her breasts brushing against my bare chest.

I’d be lucky if I made it five fucking minutes with her after being without her for so long, after so much need and desperation had built up. But she was just as needy as me.

“Touch me,” she demanded, her lips brushing against mine with every movement she made. I obliged, slipping my fingers between us, searching and finding that little bundle of nerves and circling it.

She moaned again, and I wanted to fucking fill her.

I guided her hips with my other hand, forcing her to pick up her speed, melting beneath her with every swipe of her lips against mine. Already I could feel my release tightening in my lower stomach, demanding I let it loose. But I wouldn’t. Not until she was falling over the edge, too. I wanted to come undone with her, wanted to lose myself with her, wanted to feel the walls of her close in around my cock and milk me for every drop I had.

I watched as her eyes rolled, as her lips parted, as each breath came quicker and quicker. I kept my pace with one hand, digging my fingers into her flesh with the other. “So fucking perfect,” I said, nudging her jaw with the tip of my nose. “So fucking beautiful.”

Her cheeks reddened and her sounds hit a peak as the walls of her began to close in.

“Show me how pretty you are when you come,” I said. “Show me what I’ve been missing.”

Her nails dug into my chest as every muscle in her body locked. I bucked my hips up into her, burying myself deep, losing my goddamn mind in her, and the moment her piercing shriek broke through, pleasure ripped through my abdomen, taking me right down with her.

Chapter 40

Dana

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