Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“That’s not at all what I thought I saw.” I felt embarrassed and ashamed.

Cole crossed the distance, drawing me toward him. “I know it looked bad. I can only imagine, but Amber is only around because she has to be. And as much as it’s going to be hard as hell on Grayson, her taking a break is going to be a good thing.”

I nodded. “I know you’re an amazing father.”

His thumb grazed over my bottom lip.

“I don’t know. He’s two. It’s pretty simple right now.”

“Cole?”

“Yeah, baby?”

I searched his blue eyes. “Can I meet him some time?”

“How about tomorrow?”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Really.”

His lips crashed into mine as he gathered me in his arms. I inhaled the nearness of him as my body softened in his hands.

“Darlin’, don’t ever do that again,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t walk out on me.”

I nodded. “I’m sorry I spilled my drink on you and ran out of Peabody’s.”

Cole let his hand travel down my back, and slip between my shorts and the soft skin of the small of my back. I felt the tingles travel through my belly.

I tipped my head back. He spun me toward the wall and reached under my shirt, squeezing my breast. The way he touched me was like torture, but the kind of torture I craved. Pain mixed with pleasure.

“I don’t know what this is between us, but I feel it.” His gaze was so intense I lost my breath. He loosened the button on my shorts and grabbed my waistband, sending my shorts to the floor. I moaned as his fingers played between my legs. “Do you feel it?”

“Mmm-hmm.” I was surrounded by whatever this thing was between us. I could feel it in my skin, my chest, and deep within my core.

Had he felt it for as many years as I had?

Cole’s hands disconnected from my body. I was breathing heavier than I could remember. He unsnapped his shorts, and I bit down hard on my lip as I heard them hit the floor. He grabbed the underside of my bottom and wrapping my leg around his waist. He slid my panties to the side as his cock nudged to my center.

We were reckless. I was desperate for him to be inside me. I wanted him to erase the last hour of misery.

“I love fucking you.” He breathed into my neck.

I almost screamed as he thrust inside my pussy. I wanted him more than anything in my life.

He pushed me harder against the wall. My wall was flat against the peeling paint. Our bodies were in perfect unison.

“So, don’t do that, Kaitlyn. Don’t tell me you’re leaving.” He growled in my ear. “I’m not ready for you to say good-bye.”

“I won’t.” I panted. “I won’t leave.”

“I need you so fucking badly.

He dug his hands into the small of my back and this time I couldn’t suppress the screams. He felt so damn amazing. Yes, please, more of this all night long. I rocked against him until I felt the sweet pressure building uncontrollably. My hands splayed against the wall, tilting my hips upward.

He slammed into me.

“I have to get a condom,” he hissed.