Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

His hands moved up my back and held my head, forcing my mouth back to his. I couldn’t kiss him enough, even if we were in this shower all day. Something about watching the water trickling down his tanned skin heightened everything that was happening. Pressed against him like this, wet and half naked, I knew there was only one way to release the frenzy building under my skin. I didn’t want to think about how temporary my stay in South Padre was. Or that after this week, we’d have to deal with the complicated reality of Ryan.

I didn’t realize he had stepped out of the shower and walked across the room until I felt the coolness of the sheets against my back. He laid me across the bed and stared hungrily at me.

“You. Are. So. Damn. Sexy,” Cole growled between kisses.

I arched my back a little so he could flick the clasp on my bra. He slid the soaked straps down my arms and tossed it on the floor. As much as I loved kissing him, my body was aching to feel his mouth in other places. I guided his head over my chest and bowed upward for him to take my nipple in his mouth. I cried out as he bit down and simultaneously slid his hand between my legs. My body was writhing. His fingers strummed my clit.

“Let’s get these off.” His eyes were serious and seductive.

He hovered over me, creating enough space for me to shimmy out of the running shorts I had put on this morning. Yes, they were tight and short, and yes, I might have had Cole in mind when I slipped them on. He looked down at the silky fabric of my panties now visible with my shorts on the floor.

“Pink?” He cocked one eyebrow higher than the other.

I stifled a giggle.

“These are wet too, so they have to go.”

The way he looked at me made me shiver. But I wasn’t cold—far from it.

“Take them.” I didn’t recognize my breathy voice.

He pulled the silky fabric down my legs, stopping every few seconds to plant kisses along my thigh. He threw the pink underwear next to my bra. I was completely naked, still slightly damp from the faucet mishap, and Cole was taking in every inch of me.

Cole sat on his heels and unbuttoned his shorts. I sat up.

“Let me,” I whispered. He smiled and dropped his hands to the side so I could unfasten the button.

I let my hands trace the defined muscles wrapping his waist. He was ripped. Cole had closed his eyes and was waiting for my next move. I ran my nails along his chest until I saw his muscles tighten. Taking my time, my hands roamed the hardness of his torso, feeling the rise and fall of his chest under my touch. My palms massaged downward until I landed on the buttons on his shorts.

He didn’t rush me, but waited patiently while I pulled on the zipper and freed the top button.

“Kaitlyn, what are you doing to me?” Cole groaned as I took him in my hand. “Uh-uh, no. Stop.” I froze. Was he going to stop this? Please no.

Before I had a chance to figure out what was wrong, Cole grabbed me around the waist and pulled me on top of him. I moaned. My hips fused against his damp skin and began rocking toward him, desperately wanting him inside me.

Cole’s lips crushed into mine, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I moaned out his name. “Cole, please.”

“I know, baby. I know. Is this really what you want?” His eyes darted back and forth, scanning my face for confirmation, but all I could focus on was that he called me baby. It sounded sweet, sexy, and a little like I was the only girl he had held like this.

My breath caught in my chest and Cole waited for my answer.

“I want it. I want you.” I kissed him hard. I wasn’t sure what else I could do to show him. My body was aching with pent-up passion for him.

“Darlin’, I want you too. More than you know.” I didn’t doubt him for a second. “Say it.”

“Fuck me.” I stared at him.

Cole’s arms reached around my back and pulled me against his chest before he rolled me under him. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he took his time. He kissed me, as if he needed to make sure our breaths were in rhythm. Everything he was doing was sexual perfection.

He pried my legs wide, running his hand through my center, teasing my entrance.

“Please,” I begged.

He pushed his cock against my pussy, coating it in my juices. I looked at him, realizing we were getting ready to do this without a condom.

“Do you have anything?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I can run across the street.”