Page 110 of Beautiful Secrets
And I want to. So fucking badly. Because that feels like such an easy answer to this mess of emotions and heartache I’ve landed myself in.
But what would happen to Cole?
My father would be enraged until I contacted him from Russia. What would happen in those few hours?
He would try and kill Cole.
What if he succeeded?
No.
Leaving nowwouldbe selfish. I would be putting Cole directly in harm’s way—just like when I climbed into his car. He didn’t have a choice but to kidnap me, especially since I had a gun pointed at his head.
I put everything back into his suit and climb back into bed.
There’s a big gap between us now, but I don’t want to risk waking him, so I don’t move any closer. But I guess I must have roused him some, because I barely let out a sigh before his hand snakes around my waist and pulls me into him.
“You’re still here,” he murmurs against my ear, sending a flurry of shivers through my body.
“Where else would I be?”
He brushes his lips over the side of my neck, my shoulder. I feel him getting harder, his dick nestled against my ass, and suddenly I’m aching for him.
What is it with me? It is as if he has awoken something unquenchable inside me. A desire only he can sate.
I reach behind me, touching him through his boxers.
“I should let you sleep,” he says.
“You should fuck me.” I pause, waiting for his response. When he says nothing, I add, “This is your last chance.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It is true.”
“Then let’s play pretend.” He cups my ass, his fingertips teasingly close to my pussy. “Me. You. This room. That storm outside. Forever.”
My entire body clenches at that word.
Forever.
Cole touches me through my pants, sending a thrill deep into my core. Then he slides my yoga pants down and touches me again.
“Were you thinking of me?” he rumbles into my ear. “Because you’re already wet.”
I squirm a little, but then his dick is pressing against my entrance, begging to come inside.
His lips dance over my neck, my ear, my jaw. And when I twist my face toward him for a kiss, he eases his cock into me.
Tantalizingly slow.
Explicitly deep.
And then he curls against me, bundling me up, surrounding me, protecting me as he kisses me, as he fucks me.
No.
This is different.
