Page 18 of My Reluctant Valentine

“I want...” I gathered my courage. “I want you to take me to bed. Show me everything I’ve been missing.”

CHAPTER NINE

Cole

She lay on my bed like a fantasy come to life—all curves and trust and eager innocence. The way she bit her lip, watching me undress, made my cock ache with the kind of need that bordered on pain.

I had taken my time with her, stripping her slowly, deliberately, peeling away each layer like unwrapping the most exquisite gift. Not a single kiss or a touch—just the unbearable anticipation of what was to come. My clothes joined hers in a careless heap, and I stood at the edge of the bed, drinking her in.

“See something you like, little doctor?” I took my cock in my hand, stroking myself before squeezing the base. I needed to regain some of my control.

Her lips were parted, her breathing heavy. “From an anatomical perspective—”

I cut her off with a chuckle, crawling over her. “No medical terms. Not when I’m about to take your virginity.”

She shivered at my words. “Will it... will it hurt?”

I brushed my lips over hers, savoring the way she trembled. “I’ll make it good for you, Ella. So fucking good. You’ll never forget this.” I wanted her to remember this. Remember me. Remember us. I captured her mouth, kissing her until she melted beneath me, until every last trace of hesitation disappeared.

“I’ll take it slow,” I promised, dragging my mouth to the delicate curve of her jaw, then lower, to the fluttering pulse in her throat. “I’ll make sure you’re ready.” I looked down at her. “And if you want to stop, all you have to do is tell me, baby.”

Her fingers clutched at my shoulders. “I’m ready now,” she insisted, arching as I nipped the soft skin beneath her ear. “I’ve been ready since I first saw you. Why do you think I propositioned you?”

“Why indeed,” I murmured against her throat. The combination of innocence and need in her voice nearly broke my control.

“Cole?” Her hands explored my chest tentatively. “Show me what to do.”

“All you have to do is feel, baby.” I caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm before licking it.

Her eyes went wide. “Oh.”

“Like that?” I grinned against her palm. “Want to feel my mouth somewhere else?”

She swallowed hard. “Please?”

“Where, baby? Use your words.”

She took a deep breath. “My pussy, Cole. I want your mouth on my pussy.”

“Good little doctor.” I took my time, kissing my way down her body, learning her with my lips, my tongue, the scrape of my teeth. The way she responded—all soft moans and needy whimpers—made me harder than I’d ever been.

“Beautiful,” I murmured against her inner thigh. “So fucking perfect.”

“Cole...” She squirmed as I kissed her.

“I know, baby.” I pressed her thighs wider, holding her open for me. “Trust me?”

She nodded, and the complete faith in her eyes made my chest ache.

Using my thumbs I spread open those pink lips, then I leaned forward, inhaling her scent before letting my tongue flicker out, tasting her. She was warm, wet, utterly intoxicating. The first swipe of my tongue had her arching off the bed. I had to hold her hips down as I showed her exactly what that sweet body could do. “Easy, baby.”

I licked down her slick center, gathering all that honeyed nectar on my tongue. Again and again. I found her swollen nub at the top of her beautiful pussy, just waiting for my attention. I sucked it into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it, relentless, devouring. It made me remember I hadn’t gotten around to tasting those luscious breasts yet. Something I would correct in round two. With how responsive she was, I was pretty certain I could make her come just by sucking her nipples.

“Cole.” Her fingers bit into my scalp, the pain sending a bolt of heat straight to my cock. In retaliation, I bit down, and she screamed my name this time. A lust-filled scream that had her grinding against my mouth, her body shuddering as she came.

I pulled back, letting my warm breath fan across her soaked, swollen folds. “Did you like that baby? Let me do it again.” And I did. I sucked, I licked, a nibbled. I drove her to the edge and held her there, watching her unravel beneath me. Her small hands were fisted in the sheets, trying to find something to keep her anchored in place. I circled her entrance with my fingertip. “Good?” I asked.

Her whimper was my answer. I pushed inside her, feeling the resistance.

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