Page 112 of Sneak Attack

As soon as he stepped inside Marley’s house earlier, he’d taken the remote control from my hand, turned the television off, and taken my hand and led me upstairs where he promptly divested me of my clothes, whispering about how much seeing me in the short shorts and wearing the Steel shirt had him hard all dinner long.

With how quickly he started turning me on, I’d expected the rest of our time together to be as fierce, but as soon as he’d slipped me out of my clothes and shucked off his own shorts and shirt, he’d laid me out on the bed and taken his damn time.

I’d climaxed twice before Cole slid inside of me, glancing at where our bodies connected until he was fully sheathed inside of me. I had my hands at his shoulder, and in his short hair at the back of his neck, my breaths ragged and my muscles already aching in a pleasured way while he continued to move, pulling out so slowly he dragged against my most sensitive flesh before thrusting back inside. Every deep thrust of him tore a quiet plea from my mouth for more as the heat of another orgasm grew inside me. This was not the hard and frantic sex we’d done before, but there was more passion. The strength of his body against mine, the scrape of his chest over my nipples and breasts as he moved. He tore my hands off his body, gripped them in his and shoved them to the mattress next to my head.

“Finish for me, Eden. Get there. Let me feel you when I’m deep inside you.”

Oh gracious. I couldn’t hold back. And I rasped his name as the tightness inside me spiraled, coiled tighter where I knew the explosion would be mind-numbingly beautiful.

“There we go. Good girl,” he grunted, and like that, the spiral flared out, ignited my veins and seized my chest along with my core and I came, biting down on his shoulder to stay quiet while I shattered beneath him.

He came moments later, throbbing deep inside of me, and he fused his mouth to mine and kissed me through the lingering aftershocks.

“I love you,” I whispered, and the words flew out so quick I couldn’t take them back if I wanted to.

Cole stilled on top of me, pushed up enough so our noses brushed and smirked. “Yeah?”

I swallowed my fear and my nerves and everything holding me back. Dave was right earlier in more ways than about Marley. Life was too damn short.

And it was time I started living it.

I squeezed his hands still gripping mine and nodded. “Yeah, Cole. Always have.”

“Damn glad to hear it.” He kissed me, lips curled up into a smile and then trailed those full, soft and warm lips back to my ear. “Love you too. You know that, right? Always.”

“I know.”

His hands unpeeled from mine and he pushed up, bracing his arms. “As much as I’d love to stay like this forever I need to clean up. You want to use the bathroom first, though?”

“You go.”

He climbed out of the bed with grace and strength without bothering to get dressed. The bathroom was right across the hall and while he took care of himself, I hurried out of bed and prodded as quietly as I could into Marley’s bedroom. Her room smelled like roses and dust from lack of use, and I ignored the emptiness in it while I used her bathroom, cleaned myself and washed my hands.

Cole was already back in the bedroom when I returned, tugging on his boxer briefs. “Marley’s bathroom?”

“Figured it’d be faster.”

I slid back into the bed and Cole joined me, curling me against his chest while he lay on his back. His hand went to my hair, running through it before sliding his hand down my back and cupping my backside. “I missed you at the game today, you know. For years I’d always imagined what it’d be like to have you in the stands, cheering for me at one of my games, and today, seeing everyone else I loved there outside Graham and that empty seat, I wished you were in it. Tell me someday this season you’ll come.”

“I will.” My hands went to his stomach, and I brushed my fingertips up and down. “I went to one of your games once.”

His body stiffened beneath my touch, and his free hand cupped my chin, tilting my face so our eyes met. “What? When?”

“You weren’t starting, but it was two years ago when you were playing in Tampa. I’d followed you. And I don’t know…I knew you were going to be playing there so I went. I cried almost the entire game, watching you on the sidelines.”

“Eden,” he sighed my name and kissed my forehead. “I don’t know whether to be pissed you never reached out, or thrilled to know one of my dreams came true without realizing it.”

“For tonight, let’s stick with thrilled?”

He chuckled and squeezed me to him. “Love you, Eden. Don’t care right now how much time was wasted, just know when it comes to you, I never want to waste anymore.”

That familiar taste of fear soured my throat before I swallowed it down. “Me either.”

CHAPTER35

COLE

“That’s it. Nice toss, Jasper!” He gave a fist pump as his red bean bag fell into the hole.

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