Page 41 of Wrecked
He hissed, then with a grunt, he pulled out, then slid back inside her. “So good, Pipe. Jesus. So damn good.”
He started to move faster, mouth still pressed to hers the whole time. She could feel, taste, every gasp, every grunt, every groan he made, mingling with her own. He pounded harder, faster into her. All control gone. He went so deep she struggled under the intensity of it. Didn’t know how much more she could take. The man who kept himself apart from everyone else, kept himself closed off, dissolved when he was with her like this, and it thrilled her, excited her.
He gasped. “Shit. I can’t get enough of you.” He punctuated the word you with a deep, hard thrust.
She gasped. “Please. Don’t ever stop.”
He ground against her, making her whimper. “I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to.”
She shook her head. “Only you, Cole. God, I don’t want anyone but you.”
“Fuck, Piper.” Then he kissed her hard and deep, and she clung to him tighter.
Her inner muscles quivered. The pleasure radiating from her core intensified until she was gasping and writhing.
He started moving harder, faster. She didn’t think it was possible, but he did, and she shattered, splintering apart beneath him, screaming and shaking. He cursed and shouted, his big body shuddering, his strokes becoming erratic as he emptied himself.
With his chest pressed into hers, she could feel his heartbeat thudding against her damp skin. She felt his tongue dart out, tasting her, then he gently slid her hair away from her shoulder and kissed her there.
Finally, he lifted his head and stared down at her. “Okay?”
“Yes.”
He kissed the top of her head and helped her to her feet. Her legs were wobbly, but she didn’t have to worry about that because he kept his arms around her, supporting her with his strength, and led her to her bedroom.
His body still shook slightly, breath coming in pants past his firm lips. He pulled back the covers and put her to bed. The blankets dropped back over her, and he tucked her in, then limped from the room.
A couple of minutes later the mattress dipped, and he climbed in beside her, leaned over and kissed her, a soft sweet kiss on the mouth, and whispered against her lips, “Get some sleep.”
He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. Piper lay there in the dark, blinking up at the ceiling, trying to get her head around what had just happened. He’d made it clear this was a physical relationship only, but to her it felt like something else entirely. It wasn’t, of course. This was the way it had to be between them, because this was the way Cole wanted it. She had no choice but to accept it, or give him up completely, and that wasn’t an option.
In a weird way, it felt good. He didn’t treat her like some weak-minded idiot. He treated her like a woman who knew her own mind, who didn’t need coddling. She had to keep that in the forefront of her mind.
It didn’t matter that sometimes—the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, the things he said—seemed more. Like he felt more. That his feelings for her were a lot stronger than just lust or friendship.
Stop it, Piper. That line of thinking would only end in heartache.
Definitely not a road she wanted to take a joyride down. She and Cole were about mutual lust and having fun. That was it. There was no picket fence and two-point-five kids in their future. They didn’t have a future. He’d said as much.
One day, all too soon, what they were doing would end. And when they saw each other, they’d pretend that none of this ever happened, that she didn’t know what it felt like to be held by him, the way his firm lips softened when he kissed her, or the way he shuddered and groaned when he pushed inside her.
What it felt like when he made love to her.
She snuggled closer to him, listening to the sound of his slow even breaths. God, she’d been reading too many romance novels. What they were doing was not making love. Of course it wasn’t.
That wasn’t want they were about.
And that was fine with her. It was.
It had to be.
Chapter Thirteen
Cole stared up at the movie. He and Piper were in the back row, and she was pressed into his side. She felt good there, perfect. Right.
Her hand slid into his and, yeah, that felt right, too. “I can’t believe you brought me to this,” she whispered.
“You don’t like it?”
