Page 24 of Unbreakable Bonds (The Boston Romance #2)

ALISHA

This is torture. Every red light is an eternity.

Every glance Cole throws my way ignites another flame low in my belly.

The leather seat creaks as I shift, trying to ease the ache between my thighs.

His knuckles whiten on the steering wheel, and the muscle in his jaw ticks. At least I'm not suffering alone.

When his eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror, the air crackles with possibility. With promise. My skin feels two sizes too small, and the wet heat between my legs makes me squirm again.

Finally. Relief floods me when we pull into the parking lot of our apartment building. Before I can reach for my door handle, Cole's already out and striding around the car.

"Wait here." His voice has that gravelly edge that makes my toes curl.

He opens my door, and the moment I step out, he captures my hand.

The simple touch sends electricity racing up my arm.

When he brings my wrist to his mouth, his beard tickles my sensitive skin.

His tongue flicks against my pulse point, and my knees nearly buckle.

Holy hell, who knew wrists could be this erogenous?

Without warning, he laces our fingers together and sets a pace that has me practically jogging.

"Cole!" I stumble slightly in my Louboutins. "Unless you want me face-planting on this concrete, slow down."

His responding grunt tells me exactly how much patience he has left.

The elevator arrives with a soft ding, and we step in behind an older couple.

Cole's thumb starts drawing lazy circles in my palm, each sweep sending sparks of desire straight to my core.

Two can play this game. I lift my foot, running it slowly up and down his calf, feeling the muscle tense beneath his pants.

His circles stop. His grip tightens on my hand until it's almost painful. Got you.

The elevator stops, and the couple exits. The second those doors slide shut, Cole moves.

His mouth crashes into mine, hungry and demanding.

I fist my hands in his thick hair, pulling him closer, needing more.

He pushes me against the gold-painted wall, and god , the cold metal against my back only heightens every sensation.

His kisses are a rollercoaster of sensation—soft then hard, gentle then demanding.

I could kiss this man forever. His beard scrapes deliciously against my skin, and I want that burn everywhere.

When his teeth find my earlobe, a moan rips from my throat, echoing in the confined space. A pointed cough freezes us both.

An older gentleman in what has to be a thousand-dollar suit stands in the doorway, watching us with obvious amusement. When did we even stop?

"I'll catch the next one." His eyes twinkle. "You two enjoy yourselves."

"Oh, we will." Cole's voice drips sin as the doors close.

His hands slide to my ass, and those blue eyes darken to midnight. "Are you not wearing panties?"

I flash him my most wicked smile. The moment the doors open, I slip from his grasp and sashay down the hallway. Halfway to his door, I turn, letting my fingers trail along the hem of my dress. "Thought you might appreciate the easy access, Mr. Walker."

His deep grunt echoes through the corridor. When I glance back, the predatory look in his eyes sends heat flooding my core. I try to run, but I make it three steps before strong arms sweep me off my feet. I squeal as he carries me bridal-style toward his apartment, my arms locked around his neck.

"You're one naughty woman, Alex."

I drag my fingers through the short hairs at his nape, delighting in his sharp intake of breath. "I thought you knew by now..." I lean in, my lips brushing his ear. "I love being naughty, Mr. Walker. What are you going to do about it?"

The moment my teeth graze his earlobe, his fingers dig into my flesh. The growl that rumbles through his chest makes me throb with need.

He sets me down by his door, fumbling with the keys. A string of curses falls from his lips when they slip from his grip. Watching this powerful man lose his composure because of me? Intoxicating.

The second we're inside, he guides me straight past the living room to his bedroom. But instead of the bed I'm expecting, he steers us toward another door. When it opens, my breath catches.

His bathroom is like stepping into a luxury spa retreat. Black glass tiles climb from floor to ceiling in the shower area, gleaming like polished obsidian. A floating black marble bench provides a striking contrast, and the frameless glass doors with their sleek handles complete the high-end oasis.

"Very impressive."

When I turn, Cole's leaning against the floating vanity, a massive mirror spanning the wall behind him. His eyes rake over me with such intensity I feel it like a physical touch.

"Come here."

I cock my head. "Why?"

"Don't tease me." His voice holds a warning that makes my thighs clench.

"But Mr. Walker..." I trail my hands down my dress with deliberate slowness. "Let me show you what teasing really looks like."

My fingers inch my dress higher, and Cole's breathing grows heavier with each revealed centimeter of skin. When I'm an inch away from showing him everything, I pause. Time to make the mighty Cole Walker snap.

I slide my dress up just enough to slip two fingers between my thighs, moaning at how wet I am. His knuckles turn white against the granite, tendons standing out in his forearms.

"Don't. You. Dare." Each word comes out like gravel. "That's mine."

I meet his gaze in the mirror, desire crackling between us. "You mean..." I slide my fingers through my folds, "like this?"

He's on me in two strides, capturing both my wrists and pinning them between our bodies. The heat rolling off him makes me dizzy with want.

"You spicy little minx." His voice drops to a dangerous whisper.

"Time to show you who's in charge." He backs us up until he's against the mirror, then lifts my fingers to his mouth.

The moment his tongue swirls around my digits, tasting my arousal, my knees nearly give out.

"I'm going to feast on this pussy. And you're going to watch every second in that mirror. Spread those sexy legs for me."

A whimper escapes me as I comply, hypnotized by the dark promise in his voice. He sinks to his knees, and dear god , the sight of him there, looking up at me with that wicked gleam in his eyes—I'm already close to coming.

His lips ghost across my hipbone, trailing fire down my skin. Just when I think I can't take the teasing anymore, his tongue sweeps through my folds and finds my clit. My hands fly to his hair as pleasure explodes through me.

But he pulls back immediately, fixing me with a stern look that makes me throb. "Hands on the sink. Touch me again, and I stop. Understood?" His thumb circles my sensitive bundle of nerves. "You can watch me devour you, but you don't get to touch. That's your punishment for being such a tease."

"That's not fair," I pout, already missing the feel of his thick hair between my fingers.

His lips curve into a devastating smirk. "Life's not fair, baby. Now be good and let me enjoy my meal."

I grip the sink, and holy hell , the first sweep of his tongue nearly buckles my knees. He lifts my right leg over his shoulder, his left hand gripping my ass possessively. The position leaves me completely exposed to both his mouth and the mirror's reflection.

I can't tear my eyes away from our reflection—my flushed skin, my heaving chest, the way his head moves between my thighs.

Christ, did he get a PhD in oral pleasure?

He parts me with his fingers, his tongue working magic that has me seeing stars.

When he flicks my clit, my hands instinctively dive into his hair as I cry out, "Yes! "

"What did I say about those hands, Alex?"

I whimper as I return my hands to the sink, gripping so hard my knuckles turn white. His mouth returns to my core, and my head falls back as he brings me to the edge over and over without letting me fall. After what feels like delicious hours of torture, I grind against his face.

"Please," I growl, desperation making my voice raw. "Give me my orgasm."

He pulls back, and I could cry at the loss. "I believe you forgot the magic words." His breath fans against my sensitive flesh.

"Fuck you, Cole."

His deep chuckle vibrates against my thigh. When he doesn't continue, just raises that infuriating eyebrow at me in the mirror, I break.

"Please, I need—" My words dissolve into a shocked gasp as he thrusts two fingers inside me. Oh god.

"Look at me." His command draws my gaze down to meet his. "You're fucking gorgeous like this, Alex. So wet, so ready. I want to taste you when you come."

His words alone make my walls clench around his fingers. "Please make me come. Please, Cole."

He attacks my clit with renewed vigor, his fingers setting a pace that has me seeing stars. The dual sensation of his tongue and fingers pushes me higher and higher.

"Don't... stop... I'm..." The orgasm hits like a tsunami, ripping a scream from my throat that echoes off the tiles. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me as endorphins flood my system. In these precious seconds, I'm weightless, fearless, free from every worry that usually plagues my mind.

Just as I start to come down, his tongue flicks my oversensitive clit, and holy shit —

"Oh god, I'm coming... Again!" The second orgasm blindsides me, even more intense than the first.

"Yes, baby, give it to me," he mumbles against my flesh, the vibrations prolonging my pleasure.

My legs shake as I chant his name, my core pulsing around his fingers.

When he finally pulls away, my knees give out.

Cole catches me, easing us both to the floor.

He settles against the vanity and pulls me sideways onto his lap.

Still floating in my post-orgasmic haze, I rest my head on his shoulder.

"I have to admit, Walker..." I manage between breaths, "that was excellent."

He chuckles, dropping a kiss on my head. "It was my pleasure. You taste divine."

I hide my burning face against his neck. What is this man doing to me? Not just my body, but...everything.

"Bet you say that to all the girls, Casanova." I try to sound flippant, but my voice betrays me.

He tilts my chin up, and instead of words, he captures my lips in a kiss so tender it makes my chest ache. My heart does a strange flutter as unfamiliar emotions wash through me. I reach up to stroke his beard, wanting to prolong this moment, when—

BANG!

"Cole, are you home?" Samantha's voice shatters our bubble.

I practically leap off his lap, steadying myself against the sink as footsteps approach.

Cole rises smoothly, adjusting his clothes. "I'll handle Hurricane Samantha. Take your time." His eyes sweep over me, darkening again. "You look thoroughly ravished."

I glance in the mirror and flush. My hair's a mess, lips swollen, cheeks pink. Thoroughly ravished is right.

"Oh!" I remember suddenly. "I promised Samantha I'd cook with her today."

He pauses at the door, that predatory gleam returning. "Speaking of eating..." His gaze drops to my core. "Save room for dessert."

Heat pools low in my belly. "What did you have in mind?"

"You." He winks and disappears, his voice carrying back as he calls out to Samantha.

I sink onto the floating marble bench, legs still wobbly. This man will be the death of me. My reflection catches my eye—I'm actually glowing. Post-orgasmic bliss looks good on me.

Standing on shaky legs, I notice a door I hadn't seen before. The handle doesn't budge. Locked? What secrets are you hiding, Mr. Walker? The mystery only makes him more intriguing.

When I finally emerge from his bedroom, my mind drifts back to those earth-shattering orgasms. If the sex is this good now... Six months of this could spoil me for anyone else. All I have to do is help with his mother. How hard can that be?

A nagging voice in my head whispers that it's not just the sex I'm getting addicted to. The way he takes care of me, how he makes me feel safe... No. I shut that thought down hard. This is temporary. A contract. Nothing more.

But as I hear his deep laugh mixing with Samantha's chatter in the kitchen, something in my chest tightens. Don't go falling for him, Alex. That wasn't part of the deal.

"Alex!" Samantha calls out. "Come help me convince Cole that putting pineapple on pizza isn't a crime against humanity!"

I laugh, pushing away my complicated thoughts. "Coming!"

One day at a time, I tell myself. Just take it one day at a time.