揈liza, fuck!?He throbs again in my depths, growling my name, and breaks away from my face to plant his lips on my shoulder.
No, not just his lips.
He抯 sucking, biting me, aiming to leave a secret mark on my skin I抣l enjoy wearing.
I clench around him, secure in his arms, riding the hottest sex-high of my life and relishing the fire building in my core.
He senses it, too.
The heat. The sweat beading on my skin.
The way I whimper when he drives deeper梠h God, deeper梬hen he molds my throat to his palm, when he sends the other crashing against my ass in a blistering smack of white-hot sweetness just before I go cascading over the edge.
揋o, sweetheart! Come your pretty head off,?he orders, eclipsing my lips with his.
My body obeys him effortlessly.
This time, when I come for this glorious man, he has my entire body, mind, and soul.
He has my heart forever梐nd I want to prove it as my senses return.
I fixate on riding him.
A messy smile pulls at my lips as I watch the stunned heat in his eyes. I抦 on the attack, and I抦 going to make this man give me every freaking drop in his balls.
The tempo rises as we crash together.
Just several blinding minutes of chaos tangled together, his thrusts pleasing and punishing and racing me to the finish.
揈liza! Shit, I抦棓 His loud groan chokes off the last word.
I know, baby. I want you to break inside me, Cole.
It抯 all I can think, wishing I could say those words, but I抦 already breathless.
The instant his cock roots deep inside me, swollen and seething, I抦 gone.
We come together in a grinding, violent collision.
Nails and kisses.
Curses and prayers.
Sin and souls.
I don抰 even realize I抳e left several long red scratches on his shoulder until my face falls against it. I kiss the parts of his skin I抳e savaged.
His breath keeps me so turned on as he pulls out with a parting kiss, ragged and satisfied.
When it抯 over梐s if this isn抰 just round one梙e holds me so tightly I can feel his heartbeat against mine.
揑t抯 never been that good, Eliza. Never,?he whispers, kissing my forehead. 揌oly fuck. Loving you should come with a warning label.?
I smile at how awestruck he sounds.
揥hat? Like a prescription? Like 'may cause grumpy bossmen to come so hard they can抰 walk for twenty-four hours'??
揃rat.?He smacks my ass, chuckling loudly. He looks at me with his eyes warm and narrow. 揟hat抎 be a good start, anyway. I抦 sure it抎 be longer than a novel, though.?
揕iar! No way.?I playfully slap his arm.
Just like that, we抮e lost in each other抯 smiles again. Why does it feel so easy?
Maybe because this time, it抯 crystal clear.
It抯 lasting.
Later, he texts his driver to go to Dakota抯 house and pick up my things.
When I wake up in the morning after two more rounds of gravity-defying makeup sex, I expect him to be getting ready for work.
But he sits on the edge of the bed, stock-still, gazing at me. 揑 decided I抦 working from home until you抮e fully recovered,?he tells me.
揥hat? That抯 totally not necessary, Cole.?Oh, but there抯 no hiding the overwhelmed quiver in my voice.
He leans down and kisses me. 揑 want to be here with you. Already had a set of keys made for you this morning.?
揥hat? So, I抦 like棓 Living here now?
He shrugs nonchalantly.
揔eep your apartment if you want to, but I抎 feel better with you here full-time so I know you抮e safe.?He holds up a hand. 揑 don抰 mean to rush anything. Hell, after Troy, I just think we抎 both feel better. I have security. Nothing would ever happen, but if someone ever got stupid enough to try, I抦 here to rip their throat out.?
Wow.
For the first time ever, I don抰 mind him doting on me, being a little overpossessive.
I definitely don抰 mind feeling like I belong.
There抯 no place I抎 rather be than in Cole抯 world.
There抯 no life I can imagine without him.
26
More Espresso, Less Depresso （Cole）
Three Months Later
Wired Cup couldn抰 have rolled out these goddamned splendid fall drinks with Eliza gone, so I made her a consultant.
Honestly, she likes it better this way. My girl has access to the lab for experimenting to her heart抯 content, plus she helps us dream up new pastries on the side.
With the creeping Seattle chill and incessant rains moving in last week, we took off for a breather in Kona. I don抰 think either of us are eager to relive memories of Troy every time the sky rips open and pours like that dark, stormy night.
It takes time to get over, even though the maniac抯 trial was brief and he抣l be spending his days behind bars.