Page 31 of Unbreakable Bonds (The Boston Romance #2)

She removes and throws my jacket on the bed before walking and stopping in front of me.

While she touches my cheek and gazes up at me, her sweet scent—jasmine and fresh fruit—infiltrates my nostrils.

"Thank you for trusting me, Cole." She pushes herself onto her tiptoes, pulls my head down, and connects our foreheads.

A sudden lump sits in my throat, hearing the sincerity in her velvet morning voice, but when she places her lips next to my mouth, lust takes over. I grab her waist and try to claim her lips, but she sticks her hand in between our mouths.

"No, I've got morning breath." "I don't care."

"But I do," she mumbles.

My eyes hold hers for a moment. "That's a real shame, Alex," I say, stepping back and removing my shirt. I throw it towards her, and she lets out a gasp as she catches it. Her eyes burn over my naked chest, and I grin and hold her gaze as I unzip my pants. Her pupils dilate.

"W-What are you doing?" she asks, out of breath.

"What do you think? I'm undressing so I can take a shower," I say, hooking both of my thumbs around my pants and boxers and pulling them down in one swift motion. My cock twitches when it hears her moan.

"You are playing a dirty game, Cole Walker."

I send her a cheeky grin. "What? This is my bathroom, and I'm only preparing myself for a shower. What's wrong with that?" I turn my back, and as I walk, she lets out a sound that is somewhere between a moan and a sigh.

The moment I step into the shower and flip the switch, water cascades down my body.

I hum with amusement when I peek over my shoulder to find Alisha standing by the sink, holding a vial of mouthwash.

My head dips under the water stream, and a few moments later, I run my hands over my eyes and open them.

My breath hitches when I see Goldy Locks' features through the fogged-up window.

I immediately run my hands over the glass shower door for a more unobstructed view.

Fuck me. A black thong and a silky soft-looking lace bra appear as she undresses.

Three seconds later, my mind explodes when she removes her bra and pinches both her nipples between her thumb and index fingers.

I rush my hand over the glass as it fogs up again.

Her fingers let go of those perky peaks and descend to her hips.

I swallow as pre-cum escapes my tip when she slips her finger under the material of her thong and glides it down her legs.

Shit, I'm so hard that it hurts. I have never allowed a woman in my bedroom or shower, but this creature is changing everything.

She sends me the most taunting, seductive gaze as her hand dives in between her legs.

I swallow. Oh, she's playing with me. So let's see who is better.

"Are you wet?" She nods.

"Use that sexy voice of yours, and tell me how wet you are."

She licks her lips, and when she runs her fingers up and down her slick folds, she closes her eyes, enjoying the sensations it gives her.

"I-I'm soaked."

"Turn, and show me your ass."

I grind my teeth as she spins around and caresses her sexy derriere with her small hands. The urge to storm out and grab her is immense, but wanting her to give in before me wins.

"Show me what you like me to do with that ass of yours."

She halts for a second, but then she glances over her left shoulder, her messy honey locks caressing her back, and squeezes her round peachy ass. "I want your strong fingers to dig into my flesh. And then I'd love for them to do this."

She lifts her hand and lets it come down on her behind. The sound echoes through the room.

Fuck, this is pure self-torture. Trying to get back in charge, I wipe my hand across the window at a lower level and growl. "Look at this, Alex."

Her eyes shoot to my hand, which's stroking my erect dick.

Her breath halts, and her rosy red tongue darts out as she follows the movement.

"This here wants to dive into and be squeezed tight by something warm and sweet.

" We both moan, and I thank God she moves my way because I'm inches away from giving in.

The second she opens the door, I pull her towards me.

Her hands glide into my damp locks as our mouths meet.

My tongue thrusts inside her willing mouth.

Desperation speaks in this kiss as it gets rougher.

We bite and lick, but when she moans my name, I lift my head. "You're a seductive water nymph."

I grab a washing cloth, and after immersing it with my soap, I get down on my knees and start to wash her beginning with her small feet.

She chuckles as it tickles—such a sweet sound.

I follow the trail up to her toned calves, knees, and when I arrive at her thighs, she's lets out a yearning filled sigh.

I graze my fingers along her folds, but when I don't stop there and stand up straight, she slaps my chest. "You are a tease. "

"I'm not a tease. I'm just enjoying foreplay."

"I don't want foreplay. I want this ," she states, wrapping her fingers around my shaft. My eyes close, and I let out a deep grunt at the delightful sensations she creates.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Walker."

I obey and stare mesmerized how some water drops have latched onto her eyelashes while the rest worships her as it cascades down her body.

"I want this thick, good-looking shaft to fuck me hard." Her words are doing the trick.

I grab her chin and growl, "Stay here. I'm going to get protection."

Creating a wet trail of footsteps, I stroll to the bedroom and grab a package out of the top drawer. After ripping it open and gliding the condom over my manhood, I hurry back. I can't remember being in a hurry, but knowing that she's in my shower, naked, is reason enough to move quickly.

Still standing under the showerhead as I return, she grins. "You're fast and ready."

"You bet I am. Now come here."

I claim her full, wet lips ferociously. She reacts back with the same fire and roams her small hands over my chest.

"God, why do you have to be so fucking hot, Cole?" I grin. "You think I'm hot, Alex?"

She hums as she skims her fingertips over my pecs, slowly circling my nipples, and wandering down, following the outline of my six-pack.

"You're sex on legs, Walker."

I throw my head back and let out a hard laugh at her statement. Her hands come up, and when her nails dig into the skin of my shoulders, I bend forward and bite the sensitive spot below her ear.

"Easy. Don't forget who's the boss." The way she shivers tells me my demanding tone turns her on, so I continue.

"Turn. Place your hands on the wall and stick that ass of yours out to me.

" When she does as I ask, my hands grab her hips.

God, this woman is my living wet dream. I grab my length and run it over her folds.

"You want my thick hard-on inside your sweet pussy, stretching you like no other man ever has, don't you? "

"Yes."

"So willing and needy, aren't you?" I run my palms over her body.

She glances over her shoulder, and her irises are radiating lust. "Why don't you find out? Slide your dick inside me. Make me scream."

Fuck, her no-bullshit words are such a turn-on. I bend and pull her head back against my shoulder and whisper, "You, Alex, are like my favorite Allegro piano part. Fast and full of life. And that is precisely how I'll fuck you and how I'll make you come. Are you ready?"

Instead of using her voice, she presses her wet tush against my crotch. My fingers snake around her throat, tilting her head back. "Dammit, Alex. Speak."

"Fuck me. I need you."

"Good girl." She moans when my hand glides down and touches the sweet spot between her thighs. I counter her sound of pleasure when my fingers get welcomed by her slippery juices.

"Oh, baby, it's that good, huh?" I say teasingly, biting and tugging at her earlobe.

She squirms in my arms when I slip the tip of one finger between her pussy lips.

Her panting breath, combined with the slight tremble of her legs, makes my desire skyrocket.

She covers her left hand over mine in an attempt to get me to increase the pressure.

Instead of giving her what she craves, I smack her right ass cheek and pull my hand away.

"Oh, no, baby. That will not happen." I move our bodies to the side and whisper, "Place those sweet hands back against the wall, and I will give you what you want."

Without starting a discussion, she places her palms flat against the black tiles.

The last string of self-control I was clinging on to slithers through my fingers when she pushes her sexy ass out and glances over her shoulder saying, "Cole, please."

I grab her hips and drill my full length inside her until my balls hit her ass.

A cry of sensual hedonism leaves her lips as her walls contract during my sweet invasion. She rests her forehead against the tiles. "God, yes."

As my right hand keeps digging into her sweet ass, I place my other on the base of her neck, and follow my fingers trailing down her spine to where our bodies connect.

The receptivity she shows to my touch and actions reminds me of how it felt to play my favorite music parts.

She's exactly like that. A unique piece that I could never get tired of.

A being that has so many facets that it takes more than a lifetime to unravel the depths of it.

The sound of splashing water fills the shower as my hips hit her backside with every thrust. Sounds of passion fill the shower, and when her legs tremble at my invasive pace, I slide my hard length out of her and slap her fine ass.

"Turn." I don't have to say it twice, and she glances up as she faces me.

Breathlessly, we gaze into each other's eyes. I grab a strand of her wet, honey-blonde hair that's sticking to her body and place it carefully back behind her ear.

"I thought you said Allegro, Cole."