Page 58 of Wrecked
“Yes.” She spread her legs, hugging his hips. “Now, please.”
He made a deep, rough sound, rougher from the sleep still lingering in his voice. “Hang on, baby.” He reached out, grabbing a condom from the bedside drawer and quickly rolled it on.
Then he was covering her again, smooth and hard and warm all at the same time. His mouth came down to hers again as he pressed the head of his cock to her opening, tongue swirling inside her mouth, tangling with hers as he pushed deep inside.
She arched against him and cried out. So good. Nothing, no one felt better than this.
The sounds he made were like nothing she’d ever heard from him before, guttural, filled with pleasure and pain all at once. Then he started moving, and she couldn’t think anymore, could only feel as he took her with slow, deep strokes.
He sucked on her bottom lip, then lifted his head. “Look at me, Piper.”
She dragged her eyes open as he rolled his hips, causing her to writhe and whimper beneath him. He didn’t say any more, just held her gaze as he moved inside her, watching her every reaction like he was etching it into his memory.
Her orgasm built slowly. Cole kept her teetering on the verge of ecstasy until she was moaning and panting, clinging to him with all she had. Her hips rolled against his uncontrollably. He watched her the whole time, neither one closing their eyes. She was unable to look away as pleasure stole his features, sharpening the angles of his ruggedly handsome face, turning his gaze hot and dark all at once.
She felt him pulse hard inside her, his low groan lifting goose bumps across her skin a second before she went over, and he collapsed on top of her, wrapping her in his arms.
Chapter Eighteen
Piper rinsed and dried her dinner plate, then slumped against the counter. She didn’t want to eat alone again. It had only been a short time, but she’d gotten used to sharing a meal with Cole. She shook her head. When she’d let herself into his apartment, she’d expected to talk, not for Cole to make love to her. She’d never experienced anything so beautiful, so perfect. He’d woken her around seven, so she had time to get ready for work before Rusty and Piper showed up, and she hadn’t been able to read him.
But he’d put that barrier back up, had distanced himself. Oh, he’d tried to hide it, but she knew him too well. Would he come tonight?
She put away her plate, hung up the dish towel, and tried to think about something else.
Her work on the Chevy was going well. She was hoping to put in a few hours on it tomorrow morning. There was still a lot of bodywork to do, but the engine had been fully rebuilt and purred like a kitten. Hopefully she could reveal it to Alex and Rusty in the next couple weeks.
Flicking off the light, she moved around the house and shut everything down for the night, then headed to her bedroom…
The sound of footfalls on the back porch had her freezing in place. She tilted her head, listening.
Cole?
She frowned. If that was the case, why would he be out back? He had a key for the front door. She tiptoed down the hall toward the kitchen. It was dark, but enough moonlight illuminated the small room that she could see the door handle being turned, the door given a jiggle, testing the lock’s strength.
Not Cole. He would use his key or knock. Not try to scare the crap out of her. She felt rooted to the spot, a cry of alarm trapped in her throat as a dark figure moved to the windows above the sink and stopped. Still, she couldn’t move, not even as hands lifted to the glass, and whoever was out there pressed his face to the pane, trying to peer inside.
Ohgodohgodohgod.
Could he see her?
They both stayed like that for what felt like hours. Then he pulled back and moved away.
Maybe he was lost, or thought this was someone else’s house? Yeah, because normal people pressed their faces up to strangers’ windows in the middle of the night all the time.
Then the windows in her bedroom rattled vigorously. She jumped and stumbled, a shriek of alarm exploding past her lips. The living room window shook next, and whatever held her glued in place dissolved under her terror, releasing in one long, earsplitting scream.
Cole took a sip of his beer and screwed up his face. Warm.
Jesus, he couldn’t even get drunk properly. He’d only managed half the bottle, then had forgotten about it. Putting it down, he slumped back on the couch. Probably because he’d spent the whole evening staring into space thinking about Piper.
She affected him in a way no one else ever had. One look at her, the feel of her hands on him, and he’d lost it. Totally. He’d tried to stay away, but she’d come to him, and he’d made love to her. Probably the last time he would ever have her in his arms. He’d memorized every minute of it, of the way she felt, the way she moved. The sound of her voice.
Shit.
Letting her go is for the best.
Yeah? If he truly believed that, why had he put the spare key he’d found in the kitchen, the one she’d used to get into his apartment, back under the potted plant at the door? Because he wanted her to come to him again, dammit.
