movements.
“Finally,” Lacey panted, and scarcely believing her own boldness, she reached down and cupped him through the denim, watching his eyes darken with desire. He was large, that much she could tell. Leaning forward, she slid his zipper down and began to ease the fabric over his lean hips. “My turn,” she whispered. “Now I want to see you. All of you.”
Cole sat up and swiftly removed his boots and socks. With an urgency that was almost comical, he shoved his jeans down over his knees and kicked his legs free.
He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. They were snug and hugged the taut curves of his backside. His thighs were lean and corded with muscle. He could have been a cover model for men’s underwear. And when he turned toward her once more, Lacey saw the impressive bulge that strained against the fabric.
Reaching out, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of the briefs and tugged him closer. With a laugh that was half groan, he tumbled onto her, scooping her into his arms at the last minute and rolling across the bed so that they ended up, breathless and laughing, with Lacey half-sprawled across his chest, their legs intertwined.
With her hair hanging like a curtain around their faces, they stared at each other for a wordless moment, until Cole slid one hand to the back of her head and drew her down for his kiss. Their tongues tangled and his other hand cupped and kneaded her bottom.
Lacey moaned softly into his mouth, feeling his hardness pressed against her. She gasped when he dipped his hand between her thighs and stroked her intimately with his finger.
“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, and his kiss deepened, his tongue spearing into her mouth even as he caressed her damp, swollen flesh. Lacey’s legs straddled his, and she arched her back to grant him better access.
“Cole,” she gasped, “I want you inside me.”
“Say that again,” he growled.
“I want you.”
He laughed huskily. “Oh, yeah. I love hearing you say that.” He stroked his lips across hers again. “But you said my name. I want to hear you say my name again.”
“Cole,” she breathed.
In one smooth, fluid movement he flipped her onto her back and then he was over her, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her throat, and working his way lower.
“Wait,” she panted when he reached the apex of her thighs and cupped her with his hand, sliding one finger into her while he stroked and teased her breasts with his other hand. An orgasm teetered just out of reach and she knew that if he put his mouth on her sensitized flesh, she would explode. And she didn’t want this to end too soon. “Cole, stop.”
He glanced up at her, a wicked grin tilting his luscious mouth. “Is there a problem?”
He inserted a second finger and Lacey’s hips bucked. “Oh, God, Cole, you have to stop.” She gasped when he stroked his thumb over her, a shudder of pleasure racking her body. “Please.”
Cole withdrew his hand, but made no move to scoot back up the length of her body. “Well, jeez,” he said huskily, “that’s a shame, considering I was just getting to know you so well.” He smoothed his hands over her hips and then beneath them, raising her up slightly. “Maybe this will change your mind…”
Before Lacey could form a coherent thought, he lowered his head and her entire existence was reduced to this one man and the unbelievable, overwhelming sensation of his mouth on her. And when he flicked his hot, velvet tongue against her, she gave a strangled cry and thrust her hips upward, convulsing in an orgasm so powerful she thought she might actually die.
Only when she stopped shivering did Cole raise himself over her. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him, tasting her own delicate essence on his lips. He groaned softly against her mouth.
“Oh, man,” he rasped with a soft laugh, “that was amazing. Truly, unbelievably amazing.”
Lacey had to agree with him.
“I’ve never felt anything
“Finally,” Lacey panted, and scarcely believing her own boldness, she reached down and cupped him through the denim, watching his eyes darken with desire. He was large, that much she could tell. Leaning forward, she slid his zipper down and began to ease the fabric over his lean hips. “My turn,” she whispered. “Now I want to see you. All of you.”
Cole sat up and swiftly removed his boots and socks. With an urgency that was almost comical, he shoved his jeans down over his knees and kicked his legs free.
He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. They were snug and hugged the taut curves of his backside. His thighs were lean and corded with muscle. He could have been a cover model for men’s underwear. And when he turned toward her once more, Lacey saw the impressive bulge that strained against the fabric.
Reaching out, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of the briefs and tugged him closer. With a laugh that was half groan, he tumbled onto her, scooping her into his arms at the last minute and rolling across the bed so that they ended up, breathless and laughing, with Lacey half-sprawled across his chest, their legs intertwined.
With her hair hanging like a curtain around their faces, they stared at each other for a wordless moment, until Cole slid one hand to the back of her head and drew her down for his kiss. Their tongues tangled and his other hand cupped and kneaded her bottom.
Lacey moaned softly into his mouth, feeling his hardness pressed against her. She gasped when he dipped his hand between her thighs and stroked her intimately with his finger.
“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, and his kiss deepened, his tongue spearing into her mouth even as he caressed her damp, swollen flesh. Lacey’s legs straddled his, and she arched her back to grant him better access.
“Cole,” she gasped, “I want you inside me.”
“Say that again,” he growled.
“I want you.”
He laughed huskily. “Oh, yeah. I love hearing you say that.” He stroked his lips across hers again. “But you said my name. I want to hear you say my name again.”
“Cole,” she breathed.
In one smooth, fluid movement he flipped her onto her back and then he was over her, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her throat, and working his way lower.
“Wait,” she panted when he reached the apex of her thighs and cupped her with his hand, sliding one finger into her while he stroked and teased her breasts with his other hand. An orgasm teetered just out of reach and she knew that if he put his mouth on her sensitized flesh, she would explode. And she didn’t want this to end too soon. “Cole, stop.”
He glanced up at her, a wicked grin tilting his luscious mouth. “Is there a problem?”
He inserted a second finger and Lacey’s hips bucked. “Oh, God, Cole, you have to stop.” She gasped when he stroked his thumb over her, a shudder of pleasure racking her body. “Please.”
Cole withdrew his hand, but made no move to scoot back up the length of her body. “Well, jeez,” he said huskily, “that’s a shame, considering I was just getting to know you so well.” He smoothed his hands over her hips and then beneath them, raising her up slightly. “Maybe this will change your mind…”
Before Lacey could form a coherent thought, he lowered his head and her entire existence was reduced to this one man and the unbelievable, overwhelming sensation of his mouth on her. And when he flicked his hot, velvet tongue against her, she gave a strangled cry and thrust her hips upward, convulsing in an orgasm so powerful she thought she might actually die.
Only when she stopped shivering did Cole raise himself over her. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him, tasting her own delicate essence on his lips. He groaned softly against her mouth.
“Oh, man,” he rasped with a soft laugh, “that was amazing. Truly, unbelievably amazing.”
Lacey had to agree with him.
“I’ve never felt anything
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