“So did I,” he mused.
He pressed the pads of his fingers against the lace and pushed them down between her thighs. Her mouth parted, and she sighed as he slid his fingers back and forth over the wet material covering her.
“But I really like these, especially the color.”
As a soft whimper escaped her lips, she managed to ask, “You like pink?”
Cole touched her again through the damp material. “Yes, Rachel, especially your sweet pink pussy.”
He watched her eyes close as her whimper turned to a moan, and she grasped onto his wrist, holding it where it was, as she pushed her hips against his teasing fingers. Cole allowed her a moment of self-pleasure before he pulled his hand away from her and brought it to his mouth.
He licked his fingers and then firmly told her, “My bed. Get in it.”
Her lust-glazed eyes moved down over his body to where his cock was pointing at her.
“Now, Rachel,” he demanded.
Quickly, she moved around him and climbed up onto his bed. When Cole felt somewhat in control of his body, not to mention his emotions, he turned to see her waiting for him exactly where he wanted her.
Walking around to the side of the bed, he got in and positioned himself next to her and turned her over to her side. She rolled to face him willingly, and as he moved in closer, her eyes looked down his body. He could tell she had different ideas as to where this would go, and he had a feeling his intentions were going to piss her off.
Reaching out to her, he ran the backs of his fingers over the curve of her breast, and then quietly, he urged, “Talk to me.”
Huh? What? Talk? Is he insane? He has to be because talking is definitely not on my mind right now.
“Talk?” Rachel finally pushed out of her head and mouth.
Cole tweaked her nipple and nodded. “Yes, talk. I want to know about you.”
Rachel tried to get her brain to catch up, but with all of him…well, naked and hard in front of her, she was finding it really damn difficult. “You want to talk?”
She watched as an amused look crossed his facial features.
“Yes, talk. You know, it’s where you open your mouth and let words fall from your tongue. Are you familiar with that activity?”
Rachel felt her spine stiffen at the smart-ass remark. She was about to push herself up and out of his bed, but her face obviously gave her away because his hand whipped out and firmly gripped her hip.
“Uh-uh, no, you don’t.”
“Let me go, Cole.”
She let out a shocked gasp as he pushed against her hip, and she found herself flat on her back. He followed her over and wedged his body between her thighs, propping himself up above her with his elbows by her head. She turned her head away from him, already feeling too vulnerable tonight, but the all-too-knowing jerk flexed his hips and brushed that delicious cock against her sensitive mound. After that, she couldn’t help but look up at him as she arched to meet him.
“Talk to me,” he cajoled.
Rachel shook her head on the plush pillow. “I don’t want to talk.”
His eyes dropped down her body to her heaving breasts and then came back up to hers. “That’s a shame because talking is all that’s available to you right now.”
Rachel’s eyes widened as she glared up at him. “That’s not true. You’re ready to—”
“Ready to what?” he questioned.
As he pushed against her again, she lost her train of thought.
When he seemed to realize nothing would come out of her mouth, he answered for her. “Ready to fuck?”
“Yes!” she whined.
“I am ready, Rachel. I’m more than ready to slide between your thighs, but first, I want to talk.”
Shifting underneath him, Rachel was about to reach down and take what she wanted, but then he pressed his body flush against hers. All of a sudden, she could feel every inch of his hot skin as he effectively trapped her hands between their stomachs.
“Cole! Please,” she pleaded, deciding she wasn’t too proud to beg.
“Talk. To. Me,” he demanded in that infuriatingly calm tone of his.
Pressing her head back into the pillow, Rachel glowered at him, and she had to admit that the sheer strength in his arms, holding the top part of his body away from her, was fucking sexy. His tight abdomen and erection were twitching and throbbing against her aroused skin, and as his focus remained solely on her, Rachel found it hard to think, let alone talk.
But she managed through as she said, “You’re a jerk.”
He chuckled and nodded once. “That might be accurate, but I’m the jerk you want, so talk.”
Gritting her teeth, Rachel finally relented, seeing it as the only way to get him inside her anytime soon. “Fine. What do you want to talk about? The weather?”
“No. I want you to tell me about Ben.”
As that name left Cole’s lips, it ricocheted like a gunshot through the silent dark room, and he felt Rachel stiffen right before her body kicked into flight. With more strength than he thought she possessed, she pulled her hands from between their bodies and pushed up to shove against his shoulders.
“Get off me,” she demanded.
Cole had known she would flip out when he told her what he wanted to talk about, so being obstinate as ever, he braced himself and remained where he was.
“No. Talk to me.”
“Cole,” she warned.
He looked down at her with one thought: I’m not moving, so if you want me to get off, make me. Just as it entered his mind, she maneuvered herself, so her thighs were parted and wrapped up tight around his hips. Before he knew it, she pushed and rolled as she slapped at one of his arms, making him lose his balance.
He fell down on top of her with a grunt before he gripped her shoulders. He rolled with her until they tumbled across the sheets and fell off the edge of the bed, landing with a loud thump on the floor.
Jesus, that’s going to leave a fucking mark.
She landed on top of him with an oomph before she began squirming all over him as she tried in vain to get away, but Cole wasn’t letting her go anywhere. He just hoped her knees didn’t connect with anything that would leave permanent damage. Holding her wrists, he struggled with her as he pulled her arms around behind her back and twisted his legs over hers, pinning her in place, flush against him.
“Let me go!” she spat at him as if she were a trapped animal.
“No,” he growled, holding her tight against him.
Ignoring the throbbing in his ass, back, and head, Cole leaned up, so he was nose-to-nose with her. Again, he demanded, “Who is Ben?”
Her blue eyes narrowed on his with as much heat as the center of a flame as she tried to glare him to death. “Why? Are you jealous?”
If he hadn’t been so worked up, he might have found some humor in her accusation, but as it was, he found himself losing the control he relied on to keep him in check. “Do I seem jealous, Rachel? I’m fucking pissed off that I am lying on this hard fucking floor! But I’m not jealous.”
Tightening his grip on her wrists, he continued in a softer tone, “I want to know why you yell his name out at night right before you wake up. You scream like the devil is chasing you.”
He noticed she took a quick breath before she turned her head away.
“Was he the one who hurt you?” Cole pressed cautiously. “Was he the one that made you afraid to be touched?”
The silence in the room was deafening as he made himself wait. Give her time, man. Give her some fucking space.
But on the heels of that thought came, Fuck that! I’m in her space now, and she is not getting rid of me.