Page 105 of Sneak Attack

Mama B brought over lasagna one night for dinner.

I went to volunteer at BarkTown, I took Marley into town for lunch a couple of times, and somehow, in the last week, everything had started to feel like home again, and I was in a constant state of awe at how easily things were going.

At least for me. I’d spent most of the day on pins and needles worrying about Cole and how this day was going to go for him.

“Hey there,” I said, excited and nervous to be in his home again. The last time hadn’t gone great—at least parts of it.

I took the steps up the porch and as I reached the door, Cole flung out his arm and yanked me inside.

The door closed behind me and then his mouth descended.

“You’ll need to be quiet,” he said, right before he dove back into the kiss and my back hit the wall. “Oh.” The sound of surprise was all I got out before he drove his tongue into my mouth, pressed his body against mine and raised one of my legs, up and over his hip while he ground his fully clothed body against mine.

Fireworks exploded at the first, hard and hot feel of him against me and I tangled my hands in his, tugged him toward me as he devoured me with his mouth and the size and strength of his body.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he murmured, yanking his mouth off mine and peppering kisses on my throat, my jaw, and my exposed collarbone from my tank top with his kisses.

The scruff of his beard scraped against my sensitive flesh, creating shivers of arousal to cascade down my limbs, toward my stomach, to my sex.

It already throbbed for him at that first touch and when Cole brushed his hand up my side, across my stomach and scraped his thumb over one of my nipples, I gasped against his throat.

“You like that,” he stated and did it again, pinching it a third time. I rose to my toes and shoved my forehead against his throat.

I was a panting, needy mess of nerves and I’d barely stepped inside.

“We need to move,” I whispered. “Somewhere private.”

I didn’t need to say more. Cole squatted down, grabbed my backside in his hand and once again, was carrying me like I was the weight of a football, through his house and passed the downstairs bathroom.

I ended up in a dark room before he turned on a lamp on a dresser.

“Guest room that’s never been used except for when Davis stayed here for a few weeks. Far away from Jasper’s room.”

“It works.” I wiggled in his hold until he set me on my feet and kicked out of my flip-flops, and shoved down the short, terry cloth shorts I usually saved for wearing before bedtime. There’d been no need to get dressed out of my comfy lounge clothes before I came over and I reveled in the surprise, followed by hunger and desperation that tightened Cole’s features at my brash display.

I lost sight of him while I tore off my tank top and then I was in this strange room, Cole fully clothed in front of me in shorts and a polo shirt, wearing nothing but my hair clip and a smile.

“You are a fucking delight,” he said and tore off his shirt.

The zip of his shorts ripped through the air and then he was only wearing his tight, white boxer briefs that clearly showed the large bulge behind them and his hands were at my waist.

“Cole!” I laughed and clamped my lips together. Right before he tossed me on the bed, following me and caging me in with his size.

“What’d I tell you about being quiet.”

“I know.” The last thing I wanted was Jasper hearing us.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

A shiver of delight danced straight to my sex as he hovered over me. There was a threat in his eyes, and Ialmostwanted to know what he’d do if I said no, but instead, I reached for him, slipped my hands to the sides of his neck and tugged him closer until I brushed my lips across his chin.

“You should probably find some way to keep me quiet then.”

In all the years I’d had short-term boyfriends and lovers, I’d never dared be so bold.

This was what must have come with trusting the person you made love to, because Cole could tell me to bend over and smack my ass until tears fell from my eyes and I would still crave more. Be desperate for more of him.

He pushed off the bed, went and locked the door. “Just to be on the safe side,” he murmured before returning, crossing his arms over his chest at the foot of the bed while he stared down at me. His gaze skated across every inch of my flesh, making my skin prickle and my core grow wetter with the intensity of his perusal.

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