Page 59 of Riding the High

He doesn’t waste one second taking what he wants from me, what he seems to need.

His lips, his tongue, even his teeth grazing my bottom lip, overwhelm me as his hands move through my hair, tilting my head slightly for better access. He groans into my mouth like I’m his lifeline as much as he is mine. His tongue searches every corner of my mouth as his hands continue to roam. The taste of us together washes through me and I instantly want more.

I want itall.

I shudder, which coaxes a groan from him. And before I even know what’s happening, I’m pressed against the bedroom wall. Our bodies flush, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

“So fucking sexy …”Cole growls as he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth again. “I can’t stop this anymore, Vixen.”

So don’t.

His hands move up my sides and under my tank to my breasts, lightly pinching my pebbled nipples as he presses his lips to my neck and bites me there. The slight pain mixed with pleasure causes me to jolt in his arms. Just as quickly as he nips, he kisses over the sting.

“I don’t want to try anymore. All I want to do is fucking bury myself so deeply inside you that you remember me there every single second. So you feel empty without me.”

Oh fuck.

“So do it,” I dare him.Please, please do it.

A low sound rumbles through Cole’s chest as his mouth finds mine again. He lifts me up against the wall and I wrap my legsaround him. I can feel him hard and pressing between my thighs. I’m past the point of caring so I push back, searching for the friction I so desperately need. I want him.God do I want him.

Who am I kidding? I’vealwayswanted him.

The air around us peaks with electricity as I melt into his hard, bare chest, the ache growing more with every swipe of his tongue. My reactions are frenzied, out of control. I can’t catch my breath, but I don’t even care to if it means missing one second of his mouth on mine. One of his hands holds me up at my hip as the other slides to the base of my neck. Cole massages my throat, gently igniting a trail across my skin. His lips leave mine and move to my neck, and I whimper as they lick over the sensitive spot behind my ear.

“Fuck,” he groans, closing the gap between us even further. Never in my life have I felt like this—totally lost in desire. I grip Cole’s shoulder with one hand and slide my other to his waist, exploring his abs and the hard muscles of his warm back I’ve only just recently feasted my eyes on. Everything is clouded and hazy as we move together, and his cock presses against my clit, giving me just what I need. It hits me that he’s going to make me come and he hasn’t even removed one piece of my clothing. That thought causes shivers of pleasure to race through me.

“That’s it, so fucking eager … take what you need from me,” he coaxes, his voice gruff.

“Yes …” I whimper, pressing my aching core against his hardened cock. My mind floods with nothing but him and unfiltered lust.

I move against him as his tongue fucks into my mouth. Everything Cole does sends tiny zaps of pleasure everywhere, all at once. His hand at my hips moving me against him, my breasts pressing into his hard chest, my nipples grazing him as I ride him, both of us still clothed. I’ve never experienced anything so erotic as I move in a driving rhythm.

My core spasms and waves of pleasure pulse through me as the orgasm takes hold. My eyes close as I tighten my legs around his waist, they shake as I unabashedly grind against him.

“That’s it, greedy girl,” Cole murmurs as static lines my vision.

“Fuck,Cole… I’m coming …” I moan into his shoulder. He holds me up as I pant uncontrollably, coming down from my high. It’s the only sound that cuts through the dark room.

“Coming all over me and I haven’t even taken your clothes off yet? Atta girl, Vixen,” he purrs into my ear with a chuckle.

Before I have a chance to tell him he’s a cocky motherfucker, we hear a sharp thump from the other side of the house. A door? We both suck in a breath.

“Fuck.” Cole tips his forehead against mine for a beat, composing himself. He pulls back and lowers me to the floor, squeezing my waist, before letting go and adjusting the drawstring on his sweats. I pull my robe around myself, tying it tight. One last desperate look from him in the dark before he swings my door open and goes down the short hallway to the living room.

I slump down on my bed and take a breath, still feeling his arms around me as I hear Mabel speak.

“I woke up. I had another bad dream.”

Cole’s voice cuts through the silence. Shaky still, but low and reassuring. “Okay, buddy, I’ll be there in just a minute.”

I’m still shaking, trying not to pass out after coming against Cole, fully clothed like a desperate teenager.

“I want Ginger. Can she lie with me?” I hear Mabel squeak out.

“Um … well,” Cole starts.

I stand and am in the living room in three seconds flat.

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