Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

Kaitlyn

There was a stream of sunlight coming in through the widows just past the blackout drapes. I tried to move

my arm, but it was trapped.

My mouth fell open when I realized why.

Cole.

Holy shit. It wasn’t a dream this time. He had stayed all night.

My heart pounded. What had he meant last night when he said we were on the same page? I was too exhausted and satisfied to ask.

He rolled toward me, his hand resting on the curve of my hip.

His eyes flashed open.

“Good morning,” I whispered.

“Hey, darlin’.”

I didn’t know if he was going to run out my room or just casually stroll out as if last night didn’t happen.

My breasts rose high with a heavy breath. I had no idea what was going to happen next. Last night my fantasy had come true. A dream was realized. And now what? How did we move into today?

Cole’s eyes landed on my nipples. “God damn, girl. When did you get these incredible tits?”

His finger traced over my breast and my nipple hardened under his touch.

I sighed. “You like them?”

He nodded. “More than I should.”

He lowered his mouth to my nipple and his tongue lashed over the flesh. He pulled it into his mouth. I squirmed.

“You can like them as much as you want,” I teased. “Did you even notice them when I was in high school?”

He shook his head. “You do realize you are seven years younger than me? The first time I met you, you were thirteen, I think.”

“I know exactly how old I was.” I moaned as his tongue swirled over my nipple.

“And you definitely didn’t have these.” He pinched the taut bud with his fingers watching with lust as I bowed under him.

“More,” I whispered. “Give me more, Cole.”

“No. No I can’t.” He moved to the other side and I rolled onto my back so he could have all the access he wanted.

I reached down. He was already hard. I fisted his cock in my hand. The silky smooth skin slid under my palm. My thumb massaged his tip.

I wanted him again. Sex with Cole had been the single most amazing sexual experience of my life. Not that I had many. But I was officially addicted to his body.

“Kaitlyn,” he groaned, kissing my neck.

“Yes?”

“We’re not doing this this morning.” He pushed off the bed and looked down at me.

“What? We’re not?”