Page 84 of Silk and Steel

We wander our way into the bedroom, swimming a molten sea of fiery embraces and deep, thorough kisses. No need to worry about any bogeymen popping out anymore. The only thing to worry about is Cole’s magnificent touch.

He lays me down on the bed as the towel falls away. His kisses move lower, leaving a fiery trail to my abdomen. Cole’s lusty exhalations tickle across my skin, raising goosebumps and sending flashes of pleasure right to my soul.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs into my skin. His hand slides between my thighs. Feeling mischievous, I clamp my thighs together. He glances up, surprised by the strength of my legs.

“I am a dancer, babe,” I say with a grin. He laughs and tries to pull his hand loose. It’s a point of pride that he has so much trouble before finally freeing himself.

I relax into his embrace as he kisses me just below the navel. The sensitive skin there cries out in delight, the pulses throbbing through me head to toe. His tongue darts out, writing our passion in large letters as it dives ever downward.

“I missed the way you taste, Emory.”

I cry out, my hands going to the back of his head. Cole’s soft hair runs between my fingers as his head moves between my thighs. He sucks on my clit and then draws circles around it with his tongue. I gasp and moan, riding the waves of ecstasy as golden flashes ripple behind my eyelids. He listens to my body, adjusting his strokes to match.

My blood pounds through my veins, and I can’t seem to get enough air into my lungs for the cacophony of moans erupting out of my mouth. When he glides his fingers inside me, I crash right over the precipice, and still he keeps going. My body rears and twists beneath him as I empty out my lungs with a passionate scream.

I fall back on the mattress, panting and gasping and trying to hang onto reality in the midst of the most intense of pleasures. Cole lifts his face, his eyes filled with a smoldering hunger.

He rears up on his knees, spreading my thighs wide. I stare at the sculpted perfection of his body, my gaze dropping below his waist. I reach out and stroke his pulsing member, which is already hard as iron. Cole climbs atop of me, sliding his cock inside my soaking wet pussy. I welcome him inside, moaning aspleasure blossoms. Now our bodies are conjoined as well as our hearts.

Cole’s leanly, muscled body rocks into my own. I move in concert, eyes squeezing shut against the barrage of delightful sensations cascading through me. I love the way it feels right now, his weight atop me, the sound of his labored breathing, the beating of his thunderous heart. Muscles play beneath his taut skin like a symphony of sinew.

Cole’s eyes gloss over with a look of sheer pleasure. He’s giving himself over to his desires fully, just as I am. Right now, there’s nothing between us, figuratively or metaphorically. Our bodies grind in synch, driving me to another epic crescendo.

We collapse onto the bed together, our sweat mingling as it cools. He kisses my face gently, smoothing my hair back with his palm.

“I love you,” he gasps. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Cole,” I manage to say between the aftershocks. I wrap him up with all four limbs and cling to him like the biggest teddy bear in the world.

I’ve found heaven in Cole’s tattooed arms.

20

EPILOGUE: COLE

Istifle a yawn as I step into the Platinum Security office. Ryker looks up from the billiards table and shakes his head as if disgusted.

“Look at this, guys. He’s barely walked in the door and we’re already boring him.”

Grayson smirks and takes his shot. The cue ball clacks into a jumble of solids and stripes, sending them into a chaotic dance that somehow works out in his favor.

“He’s not bored. He’s just tired from driving two hours to his girlfriend’s place every night.”

Lexi perks up from her seat on Griff’s lap.

“How are things going with Emory?”

“Good, especially now that the media attention has died down. Easton did tell me the news cycle would find something else to gnaw on in a couple of weeks.” I shrug. “But it’s been great for Emory’s choreography business. She’s booked up solid until the end of the year with gigs.”

Lexi kisses Griff on the cheek and then gets off his lap. A look of concern crosses her face.

“Are you guys moving past the way you met, yet? I mean, it can’t be easy.”

She’s not exaggerating. Terror and death are entwined with the beginning of our relationship. I mean, I shot her ex-boyfriend in front of her, and we lied to the police about it.

“You would think it would cause us problems, but it doesn’t. Not really.” I smile to reassure her. “There was plenty of good stuff balancing out the bad. In fact, it was the way we made each other forget about the bad things that brought us together, I think.”

“That sounds too insightful for a one-man army,” Ryker says, jabbing his pool cue at me. “Apologize! For going against your archetype.”

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