Page 59 of Enemies, Lovers & A Valentine's Baby

“What are you, then?”

Unable to help myself, I drop my gaze to his lips and back into his eyes, which have darkened to a stormy gray.

I can see Cole’s mouth still moving, but I don’t hear the rest of what he says.

Heat ripples through me, blazing hot, shooting straight to my core at the intense look in his eyes. I lick my lips.

Maybe working with him these past couple of weeks has affected me more than I thought, because I can no longer deny the sexual longing that I feel for him. It’s been years since I’ve felt that urge.

The desire to taste those lips and know how they feel sends a tingle through me. Are they as soft as they look?

I trace the curve of his lips with my eyes, my mind in a place it has no business being.

“We’d better call it a day,” he says, snapping me out of my trance.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I reply, trying not to let my disappointment ring through my tone.

You’re playing with fire, Lila.

Chapter 22

Playing with Fire

Lila

The chill is almost shocking at first as the cold water rushes down my body, before quickly becoming soothing.

My eyes are closed, hands pressed flat against the wall, fingers splayed wide, letting the coolness seep into my skin.

A soft sigh escapes me as the water heats up, soaking my hair, running in rivulets down my back and tracing little paths down my chest and over my body.

I feel weightless for a second, almost lost in the sensation, when I hear the shower door slide open.

I know exactly who it is without needing to turn around. I stand still, letting him take in the sight of me, smiling to myself at the thoughts that are probably running through his head.

I know he won’t be able to resist for long. In no time at all, I can feel the heat permeating from his body as he slowly presses up against me from behind, his hardness sliding against the crack of my ass.

His hands stay on the wall, slightly higher than mine, like he’s waiting for me to make the next move. But I don’t. I’m enjoying the tension too much. It’s a game now, and I’m not in any rush to finish it.

I can feel his chest rising and falling against me with every deep breath he takes. His hands shift. Slowly, teasingly, they slide off the wall, fingers brushing down my arms. My breath catches, and my skin tingles as his hands trail lower until they reach my breasts.

I can’t stop the little gasp that escapes me when his palms cup my breasts. My head tilts back on a moan as his hands slide over the full, wet mounds, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I inhale sharply when his hand slides down my belly towards my inner thighs. I press my forehead against the wall and moan as he swipes his thumb against my slick, swollen mound, instinctively tightening my thighs around his hand.

He leans over to kiss my neck, and I can feel his smile of approval as my wetness mingles with the water from the shower.

His fingers begin to trace lazy, slow circles, tender, yet full of purpose, making me burn from the inside out, and my body comes alive, pressing back against him wanting more.

The throbbing intensifies. I can feel myself tighten, and I know it won’t be long.

Without warning, his hands grab my hips, arching my back, and with one powerful thrust, he slides so deep that a sharp gasp escapes me.

I bite my lips to stifle a small scream at the sensation of him stretching me to my limits. He pushes me forward so my breasts are pressed against the wall, the sensation of my hard nipplessliding against the wet wall and the fullness of him inside me making me crazy. I reach back, grabbing his ass as I moan and beg for more.

He slides out slowly and slams back in. Back and forth, deep sucking sounds piercing though the sounds of the shower. My body starts to tremble, and I know I won’t be able to hold on much longer.

“Cole…Please…”

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