Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“I’ve wanted you forever, Cole Thomas.” I looked in his eyes. I lifted my hips further so that his cock was now at my virgin rosebud.

“Fuck, Kaitlyn. I can’t.” He shook his head.

“I want it,” I moaned.

I was aching just thinking about him being inside me.

Our eyes locked on each other. We weren’t drunk. We weren’t hiding under the shadows. The sunlight streamed in. This was accepting us in the daylight.

“Fuck,” he growled.

My entire body arched off the bed as he pushed inside, sending a moan from my throat. I felt the full heat of his body spread through me as he moved in slowly at first. He grunted. His eyes closed. He pumped in and out, taking me to limits I didn’t know I could handle. I rocked against him, matching his movements and taking him deeper as I opened myself to him. My body surged with the energy building between us.

“You feel so amazing,” Cole growled in my ear. “Fucking amazing.”

He pushed his fingers inside my pussy and ran his thumb over my clit.

“Shit.”

That was it; I was lost. I clung to him, accepting the shattering spiral that consumed me.

I shuddered all over when his hips pushed me to the point I couldn’t hold back any longer. Our bodies trembled together, and I held on to him with everything I had, wrapping my legs tighter around him. I had never felt this close to anyone before and I didn’t want it to be over. He filled me. Consumed me.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned.

He buried himself inside me, emptying his release. I felt the fire spread through me.

Cole lowered himself next to me and kissed me fully on the mouth.

“You are incredible. You know that?” He was smiling and his eyes were sparkling in the afternoon sun. We hadn’t bothered to pull the curtains—one of the perks of being the only guest at the Dunes.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I smacked him on the chest.

He kissed my forehead and collected our clothes from around the room. “These are still wet. I can throw them in the dryer for a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Cole grabbed one of the room towels, tucked it around his waist, and darted out the door.

Holy shit. What had just happened

? I didn’t know I was capable of actually locking away my doubts, but for the last hour, I had silenced any thinking and let my body take over.

There was no hiding the fact that I had just had the most amazing sex of my life, but deep down I knew it was something more. The way our bodies felt together, the way I connected with his breathing, the way he looked at me as if I was the hottest girl in the world—I shook my head. Just thinking about him touching me started the craving for him all over again, and he had just walked out of the room. How could I feel like this?

Two minutes later, he walked through the door.

“Did you say something about lunch?”

I wrapped a towel around my chest. “Yes, it’s on the dresser. Are you hungry?”

With what he had just done, I would willingly bring him lunch everyday if it meant I could feel half of that passion. He was unbelievable.

Cole looked at the white bags of sandwiches on the dresser and then me. Just when I thought he was reaching for his lunch, he jumped on the bed and ripped the towel off me. I squealed.

“I am, but I’m not quite finished with you. We have to wait for those clothes to dry anyway.” His breath was warm along my stomach and the yearning I had for him started all over again.

“By all means, take your time, cowboy.”

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