Page 27 of Stay (Stay #1)

Still sitting astride him, I grab the hem of my long-sleeved shirt and yank it over my head. His gaze holds mine before dipping to my breasts. It occurs to me that I’m wearing a simple white bra and underwear. It’s not even a matching set. It’s functional, at best.

Heat leaps into Cole’s eyes as he reaches up to cup my breasts through the thin white material. “You’re absolutely beautiful, you know that? Just…beautiful.”

His praise gives me the confidence to reach behind my back and unclasp the hooks. The straps fall down my arms as the cups fall away from my breasts. Even though the urge to cover myself pounds through me, I keep my arms at my sides and allow him to look his fill.

Slipping the bra free, I toss it on the floor as his hands rise to palm the soft flesh.

His upper body rises from the mattress until he’s able to capture one pebbled nipple between his lips and suck it into his mouth.

Ribbons of arousal coil in the pit of my belly as a strangled noise escapes from me.

His fingers stroke the other peaked tip.

I gasp as heat explodes in my core, making me throb and ache with a restless need I’ve never experienced before.

Just when I don’t think I can take another moment, he releases me with a soft pop.

There is so much need crashing through my body, threatening to drag me to the bottom of the ocean.

A fire burns its way through my system as I lean down and take his mouth with my own.

It heats all the cold, dark places inside me that I didn’t know existed.

I break free and sit up again before working his T-shirt up his torso and over his head until he’s lying beneath me as bare-chested as I am. My gaze licks over all that chiseled strength.

And he thinks I ’ m the beautiful one?

I almost snort as my fingertips drift over his muscles. When I tweak one of his flat nipples, a deep growl rumbles up from him.

The throbbing between my legs grows.

Cole is probably the most beautiful guy I’ve ever seen. Inside and out.

My gaze trails after my fingers as I discover a large tattoo that wraps around his ribcage, and carefully trace the intricate patterns of ink.

“This is a surprise.”

He shrugs as something darkens in his eyes.

Whatever the reason for this tattoo, it’s important.

“I’d wanted one for a while, but my mom refused to let me get it until I turned eighteen. I think she was holding out hope I would change my mind. I got inked on my birthday. It was a present to myself.”

I close the distance between us until I trace the tip of my tongue over the dark ink. Another groan falls from his lips.

“Very sexy,” I whisper against his ribs.

“Then I’ll get a couple more,” he murmurs as my mouth slides over his flesh.

I shake my head. “What I like is that it’s so unexpected.” Just to prove my words, I lap at him. “A lovely little surprise.”

He hisses out a sharp breath before shifting. That’s when I become aware of the erection nestled between my legs. A whimper escapes from me as my fingers slide from the tattoo to the button of his jeans before flicking it open and lowering the zipper.

“We don’t have to take this any further,” he says in a voice that is whipcord tight. “We really don’t. I want you to be sure about what we’re doing.”

When my fingers stroke over his hard length, he winces as if in pain.

“I am sure. I want this.” My gaze locks on his. “I want you.”

A muscle tics in his jaw as I tug at the denim before he takes over and slides the thick material down his legs, kicking his feet free. A moment later, he lies beneath me in nothing more than black boxer briefs that hug his muscular thighs. This is what years of skating will get you.

My breath catches as my gaze roams over him. With the guys I’d been with before, there’d never been an opportunity to sit and look my fill. This is an entirely new experience.

One I’m enjoying.

I can’t believe how gorgeous Cole is. And so damn sexy. As cliché as it sounds, my breath actually catches at the back of my throat.

Thoughts I never expected tumble through my mind. I want to lick every inch, and feel him inside me.

Filling me up.

My belly hollows out at the thought of him buried deep inside my body.

His fingers slip to my jeans, popping the button free before peeling the zipper and sliding the material down my hips.

I rise above him on my knees so he can pull the denim free, until only my panties remain.

His attention dips to my plain pink underwear before he leans closer, pressing a delicate kiss against the vee between my legs.

“Are you sure?”

I nod.

His gaze holds mine as he pulls the thin fabric down my hips and legs until I’m totally bare .

I sink down until his thick length is nestled against me through his boxer briefs.

A moan slips free as I stroke myself against him.

His hands wrap around my hips, grasping them tightly as I move against him again.

Sensation explodes in my core as my head lolls back.

There is something so erotic about riding him like this.

His hot gaze stays pinned to mine as his fingers bite into my hips.

“You have no fucking idea how much I want you right now,” he growls.

Even though he’s not inside me, already something is building deep within. Another guttural groan escapes from him as I roll my hips.

One hand drifts from my hip to the apex between my legs. I gasp as he grazes my sensitive flesh. It’s not a conscious decision to widen my thighs so he can touch more of me. A whimper slips from my lips as he continues to stroke my pussy.

“Probably as much as I want you,” I pant.

How is it possible that he’s capable of giving me so much pleasure?

I’m so close to splintering apart. I can’t imagine anything feeling better than this.

The need to lay my hands on him pounds through me as I lean forward and stroke my hands over the solid ridges of abdomen, moving upward to his chest and then down again. It doesn’t surprise me that he has a six-pack.

Cole works out religiously.

When I reach the elastic band of his boxer briefs, I snap the stretchy material against his taut flesh. The entire time I’ve been learning his body, his fingers have kept up a steady rhythm, never dipping inside my heat.

“Take them off,” I gasp.

Those three little words are all it takes for him to lift me from his body. A moment later he’s sliding the underwear down his legs and tossing them to the floor. As soon as he relaxes onto the mattress, I climb on top of him so that his thick length is nestled against my slick core .

His gaze arrows to the place where our bodies are connected.

He groans, a muscle in his jaw ticking as I roll my hips.

Bright sparks of pleasure ricochet through every nerve ending of my body.

The delicious friction sends a million tiny pulses of electricity skittering across my flesh before coiling tight in my center.

I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Cole.

“Are you on anything?” he asks, voice strung tight.

I shake my head, thankful he’s cognizant enough for the both of us to think about protection. Even though it shouldn’t be, it’s the last thing on my mind. It only proves how affected I am.

Pain flickers across his face as he grits, “I have a few condoms in the drawer next to the bed.”

My lips lift as he slides against me. “Are we going to need more than one?”

“I really hope so.” When my eyelids flutter closed, he grinds against me with a little more force. “Cassidy?”

My eyes open, locking on his. “I don’t make a habit of sleeping around. That’s not really my style. Maybe we should have talked about this already, but I wanted you to know that.”

I force myself to give him the same honesty in return. “I haven’t been with anyone in almost a year.”

Unwilling to allow the past to intrude on the perfection of this moment, I close the distance between us until my lips can ghost over his.

His mouth parts beneath the gentle pressure of my own.

A couple of heartbeats later and I’m kissing a hot trail down his chest, over rock-hard abs, to the stiff length between his naked thighs.

He groans as I lick him from root to tip and back down again.

“Cassidy…” he rumbles. “This won’t last long if you spend any more time down there. Trust me, I’d like to last longer than a few desperate strokes. My self-esteem kind of depends on it.”

I grin, continuing to lick his cock. There’s something powerful about hearing a guy growl, his voice scraped raw with need, when you have the most precious part of him in your hands and mouth.

He groans when I slip his blunt head between my lips.

Once, twice, three times I slide over him before he snarls, grabbing me beneath my arms and hauling me up his body until I’m draped across him, hard shaft nestled between my thighs.

Before I can say anything, he flips me onto my back.

A gasp slips free as my heart races with anticipation.

“Do you really think you’re the only one who can play games?” he rasps, crawling down my body, sucking each hard nipple into his mouth.

My eyelids close as I arch into him, wanting more. He nips and licks at my flesh until I’m squirming with the pulsing need that has gathered in my core. His lips create a fiery trail across my ribs and belly before sinking lower, until his hot breath feathers across my core.

He presses a small kiss at the juncture of my thighs before muttering, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His mouth sinks lower with each swipe of his tongue. “I want to spread you open and take my time with you.”

A shiver dances down my spine as his deep voice crashes over me. The slick heat between my legs grows as my pussy throbs with need.

My gaze fastens on him as he slips between my spread thighs. The image he makes with his dark, mussed hair against the juncture of my legs is the most erotic thing I’ve seen. A few strokes of his tongue and my legs are falling impossibly wide.