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Authors: Karen Foley
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“Cole…”
He smoothed the damp tendrils of her hair back from her face. “I’m here,” he breathed huskily. “I’m right here with you, baby.” He ground his hips against hers, thrusting deeper, until he filled her completely.
“Oh, oh,” Lacey gasped, and Cole caught her small, frantic cries with his mouth, spearing his tongue against hers as he moved faster, deeper. Reaching a hand between their bodies, he stroked a finger over her, and the simple contact was enough to push her completely over the edge.
Lacey climaxed in a blinding white-hot rush of pleasure, even as Cole gave a harsh cry and she felt him stiffen and then shudder inside her. As she drifted slowly back to reality, she stroked her hands over his back, slick with sweat, and reveled in the feel of his body, heavy and replete against hers.
Cole kissed her, slowly and languorously, but made no move to withdraw from the warmth of her body.
“Hey,” he murmured, “you okay?”
Lacey gazed at him and nodded mutely. She couldn’t have articulated what she felt at that moment if her life depended on it. Her body still shuddered with small aftershocks. In the indistinct light, his eyes were filled with a tenderness that made her chest constrict.
Rolling away from her, he quickly cleaned up and then returned to the bed, pulling her against his chest and drawing the sheet over them. His hand stroked a lazy pattern over her arm.
“I have a feeling that neither of us is going to get much sleep tonight,” he murmured against her hair.
His voice held infinite promise, and outside the night sky was still brilliant with stars. And for tonight, at least, it was enough. She wouldn’t think about tomorrow, or all the tomorrows after that.
5
C OLE HAD BEEN AWAKE for hours. He bent his arms behind his head, careful not to disturb the woman who lay curled against him like a contented kitten, one hand resting over his heart. Her hair spilled over his shoulder like a skein of pale red-gold silk and her skin was almost translucent against the suntanned brown of his own. One slim leg was thrown across his thighs, and she was pressed against him from his neck all the way down to his ankles.
He groaned softly and tried not to think of how incredibly soft her skin felt, or how good she smelled, or how he had only to turn his hips slightly to gain access to the sweetest, most intimate part of her.
It was almost six-thirty, but he was reluctant to wake her. Reluctant to end a night filled with some of the most amazing moments of his life. He didn’t typically go in for one-night stands, and on the rare occasion that he did, he acted in true insensitive-jerk style and made sure he was gone long before the sun rose. He’d never spent a full night with a woman he’d only just met. And he’d never brought a strange woman back to his place.
Until now.
His gaze drifted over Lacey, lingering on the soft fullness of her lips, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest in utter fascination. Her breasts were small, the nipples pale and pink, but they fit perfectly in the palms of his hands.
He closed his eyes and groaned inwardly, knowing he was in real danger here. She aroused every protective male instinct he had. Hell, she just plain aroused him. They hadn’t slept more than an hour all night. And in between the mind-blowing sex, they’d talked and nestled together until their bodies recovered and clamored for yet more. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she was making up for lost time. Yeah, it was definitely a night he was going to remember for the rest of his life.
But right now, all he could think about was how she would react when she woke up in his bed, still wrapped around him. Would she be warm and welcoming, or self-conscious and uncomfortable, wanting only to be gone from his life? He’d been there, done that, and even if he had been the one wanting to be gone, it wasn’t exactly a fun-fest for either party.
As if on cue, she
He smoothed the damp tendrils of her hair back from her face. “I’m here,” he breathed huskily. “I’m right here with you, baby.” He ground his hips against hers, thrusting deeper, until he filled her completely.
“Oh, oh,” Lacey gasped, and Cole caught her small, frantic cries with his mouth, spearing his tongue against hers as he moved faster, deeper. Reaching a hand between their bodies, he stroked a finger over her, and the simple contact was enough to push her completely over the edge.
Lacey climaxed in a blinding white-hot rush of pleasure, even as Cole gave a harsh cry and she felt him stiffen and then shudder inside her. As she drifted slowly back to reality, she stroked her hands over his back, slick with sweat, and reveled in the feel of his body, heavy and replete against hers.
Cole kissed her, slowly and languorously, but made no move to withdraw from the warmth of her body.
“Hey,” he murmured, “you okay?”
Lacey gazed at him and nodded mutely. She couldn’t have articulated what she felt at that moment if her life depended on it. Her body still shuddered with small aftershocks. In the indistinct light, his eyes were filled with a tenderness that made her chest constrict.
Rolling away from her, he quickly cleaned up and then returned to the bed, pulling her against his chest and drawing the sheet over them. His hand stroked a lazy pattern over her arm.
“I have a feeling that neither of us is going to get much sleep tonight,” he murmured against her hair.
His voice held infinite promise, and outside the night sky was still brilliant with stars. And for tonight, at least, it was enough. She wouldn’t think about tomorrow, or all the tomorrows after that.
5
C OLE HAD BEEN AWAKE for hours. He bent his arms behind his head, careful not to disturb the woman who lay curled against him like a contented kitten, one hand resting over his heart. Her hair spilled over his shoulder like a skein of pale red-gold silk and her skin was almost translucent against the suntanned brown of his own. One slim leg was thrown across his thighs, and she was pressed against him from his neck all the way down to his ankles.
He groaned softly and tried not to think of how incredibly soft her skin felt, or how good she smelled, or how he had only to turn his hips slightly to gain access to the sweetest, most intimate part of her.
It was almost six-thirty, but he was reluctant to wake her. Reluctant to end a night filled with some of the most amazing moments of his life. He didn’t typically go in for one-night stands, and on the rare occasion that he did, he acted in true insensitive-jerk style and made sure he was gone long before the sun rose. He’d never spent a full night with a woman he’d only just met. And he’d never brought a strange woman back to his place.
Until now.
His gaze drifted over Lacey, lingering on the soft fullness of her lips, watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest in utter fascination. Her breasts were small, the nipples pale and pink, but they fit perfectly in the palms of his hands.
He closed his eyes and groaned inwardly, knowing he was in real danger here. She aroused every protective male instinct he had. Hell, she just plain aroused him. They hadn’t slept more than an hour all night. And in between the mind-blowing sex, they’d talked and nestled together until their bodies recovered and clamored for yet more. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she was making up for lost time. Yeah, it was definitely a night he was going to remember for the rest of his life.
But right now, all he could think about was how she would react when she woke up in his bed, still wrapped around him. Would she be warm and welcoming, or self-conscious and uncomfortable, wanting only to be gone from his life? He’d been there, done that, and even if he had been the one wanting to be gone, it wasn’t exactly a fun-fest for either party.
As if on cue, she
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