Page 90 of Till Death

The flirting felt natural. Easy. His erection twitched against my core and I lost the ability to think entirely at the sensation.

His fingers trailed to the straps of my bra and he branded me wherever he touched.He doesn’t feel like a spirit, I thought as I moved closer to him, as I wrapped my legs around his hips and arched up again to offer myself to him. I shifted my own finger through the silky soft strands of hair.

My man.

My forever.

I groaned when he shifted his attention to my other nipple and worked it between his teeth. The hunger I felt for him—it built and built inside of me until I had no choice but to rip his clothes off and free the beast.

He worked my nipples to stiff peaks while I tugged his pants lower.

My eyes crossed when he sucked deeply.

The man knew exactly how to touch me. He knew just what he was doing when it came to reading the needs of my body. My world narrowed to the two of us in this house, soft moonlight filtering in through the arched window and the sheets a soft and delicious contrast to his hardness.

I automatically wanted to worry about later, but shoved every last thought of tomorrow aside. Tonight was for the two of us, for getting reacquainted with his body.

I kept pushing his pants lower and lower until Cole was forced to break away from his delightful nibbling of my nipples to shoot me a sultry smile. “You’re really fumbling with the jeans tonight.”

“Apparently I am, and you’re no help,” I growled out, then jolted when his dick finally popped free and his eyes went even hotter when they met mine.

Then his fingers threaded into my hair, grabbing hold of the back of my head and forcing me to kiss him. Like he had to actually force me. Right. The kiss deepened and I shivered, his teeth grazing down the side of my neck.

“This is how you do it. Allow me to demonstrate.”

He reared back long enough to take hold of the waistband of my pants. He smiled, the expression an electric shock to my nervous system, and then the pants were gone. Yanked away and disappearing into the darkness of the room.

Apparently in the afterlife I’d taken to going commando.

He stared at me, transfixed by the apex between my legs, and the longer he looked the more I wanted to bite my lip. To work my own breasts and stoke the fires inside of him.

“You got me,” I purred. “You are much better at de-clothing than I am. Congratulations.” I widened my legs further. “You want your prize now?”

“You are beautiful. I love you.”

I refused to cry. Absolutely refused. Tears had no place here, even tears of happiness.

Rather than giving in to the well of emotions inside of me, I shifted to balance on my elbows and reached out to stroke his shaft. He pulsed against my palm.

With a growl, Cole bent down to kiss me while he slid his fingers between my legs, and a series of small explosions wentboom, boom, boomin my stomach. We kissed each other like two people starving for what the other could give and I let him take control of me.

Loved the way he worked my center with his fingers and drove me up and closer to the edge.

His dick strained to get to me as I worked him in return, wondering which one of us would come first. He strained for me, this man built like a brick shit house, his dick like velvet-covered steel. Absolutely glorious.

His scars were still there over his chest and shoulder, a part of him, and I wondered if I’d ever tire of studying him. I drew my thumb along the underside of his shaft and his eyes widened. Time for me to work my magic.

I moved upward before turning and sliding on my back underneath this sexy man. I managed to situate myself between his knees where he perched on the edge of the mattress. He opened his mouth to ask what I was doing and I opened mine to taste him. To lap at his heat until he lost the ability to speak. I sucked him while he reached forward and continued to finger me.

I lost, because I came way too quickly and the orgasm ripped through me, my body tensing, muscles clenched in the most fantastic way.

“Shit, Jade. The things you do to me,” Cole groaned, his hips jerking. “I’ll never get enough.”

My thoughts exactly.

“I might die all over again.” He assumed control a heartbeat later, hovering over top of me before flipping me around so that I had no choice but to sprawl on my stomach while he widened my legs.

Anticipation and death were the best kinds of aphrodisiacs I decided.

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