11. Emory

11

EMORY

C ole and I swirl in a molten sea of fiery embraces and kisses tinged with desperation. Is this really happening? It seems almost like a dream.

Cole's hand on my lower back feels real enough. The power in his fingers is incredible. He could probably tear me limb from limb, literally. I feel safe in his arms, though. For better or for worse, I trust Cole with my body.

The big question is, can I trust him with my heart?

A tsunami tide of passion sweeps away any reservations I might have. Cole's kisses grow harder. Deeper. I moan into his mouth as heat throbs through my body. His amazing touch sends my heart thumping like a tribal drumbeat.

Cole's masculine scent fills my senses. The taste of his kiss, surreal in its potency. Every nerve in my body spins the dial to eleven.

I clutch at his thickly muscled, tattooed arm. He's just so big, and powerful, like a racehorse. The last vestige of worry over Julian flies away under his electric touch.

"Emory…"

His tongue caresses my name like a poet. Cole's hot breath spills over my neck, so exposed with my hair done up. Goosebumps rise all over my skin.

"I want you, Emory."

Blood sears through my veins as my heart speeds up in tempo. I wrap my arms around him. His mouth drops to my neck, hot and warm. My fingers weave through his soft hair as I whisper in his ear.

"I want you, too."

The admission almost frightens me. I've been afraid to be close to anyone, to even want to be close, for so long. Ever since Julian.

My words spur Cole on. He seizes me with animalistic passion. Cole pins me against the sofa. His big hand caresses my thigh, moving up the outside until he reaches the hem of my little black dress. Cole's pinky slides under the fabric of the dress.

We're passing beyond a steamy make out session. I feel a gentle throb through my body, starting between my legs and shivering up to my brain. I want to let him all the way inside.

Cole crushes his mouth against my own, stealing my breath away all over again. His hand pushes the hem of the skirt up, inch by inch. The newly exposed flesh of my leg shivers with anticipation. Cole's fingers brush the elastic hem of my translucent silk panties.

Cole suddenly rears up, moving away from me. My body screams with disappointment when it no longer feels his heat and pressure. Before I can ask him what's wrong, he takes off his shirt, losing a button in his primal state. The V at his neck widens, revealing the broad, toned chest beneath.

"Come back," I say in something between a whisper and a whimper. Cole obliges, taking me in his arms again. My hand caresses the gorgeous landscape of his tattooed torso. It feels as good as it looks.

Cole kisses me again, so intense it makes my head spin. His tongue conquers my mouth. I lash my own against it, consumed by the moment.

His lips still locked on my own, Cole grabs the hem of my skirt and flips it up to my waist. His hand moves between my thighs. I gasp into his mouth, clutching at him like a swimmer in a storm-tossed sea.

Cole caresses my clit with firm but sensual strokes of his fingers. My panties are even more see-through now than they were before. I know he can tell how much I want him. There's no denying the evidence he can feel with his own hand.

His lips move from my mouth, to my cheek, to my neck. He leaves butterfly soft kisses in a trail down my exposed chest. A pink hemisphere peeks out from the neckline of my dress. His tongue slides over my nipple, sending the giddy rush to my head all over again.

Cole's dark eyes roll up to meet my gaze. The look of unadulterated desire burning in his molten chocolate eyes sends a shiver up my spine.

His gaze drops directly between my legs. Cole's hands spread my thighs wider as he takes in the sight of my exposed body.

"I love these panties," he growls. "You're so goddamn sexy."

His face drops between my thighs. I groan, my hands clutching the back of his head. I let out a little gasp of surprise when I feel his teeth scrape over my sensitive skin. Cole bites the waistband of my panties and drags them down with his teeth.

Cole loses patience when they reach mid-thigh. He grabs with his hand, and removes my undergarment with such a slick, smooth maneuver that it's almost like magic. Now, when he moves his face in, there's nothing between us. His hot breath tickles my skin, raising goose bumps. Then he licks my pussy, and my pulse races through my veins.

My mouth flies open to let out a shuddering moan as ecstasy thrills through my body. Cole is so good at this. I've never been swept away like this before. And he's enjoying it too, judging by the lusty growls and groans he keeps mumbling into the folds of my skin.

The golden flashes shooting up through my nerves grow brighter, hotter. I suck in a ragged gasp of air and let it out as a raw scream while thrashing underneath Cole's attention. I lose all control, gasping and shuddering like a woman possessed.

The ecstasy goes on and on, shaking my legs and conducting a chorus of sharp cries which slowly grow softer until I'm left panting and sweating, draped over the armrest of the sofa. Cole lifts his gorgeous face and our eyes meet.

"You taste so good, Emory."

Cole kisses me down below with care and attention before drawing me into his embrace. I cling to him, still in the throes of aftershock pleasure. What a revelation! I never knew intimacy could be like this.

"Cole."

I whisper the name in his ear. My hand goes down and tugs at his belt.

Cole's body tenses up. He grabs my wrist and presses me back against the cushions. Our eyes meet, and his gaze smolders. Cole's hands move up to the nape of my neck, undoing the tiny, elegant buttons holding the choker in place. The fabric falls away from my skin, eliciting a moan from my lips.

Cole tugs the dress down until he exposes my breasts. His eyes sweep over my chest, filled with that expression of pure desire that gets me going more than almost anything.

"Do you like what you see?" I ask in a breathless whisper.

"I love it. You're perfect. You have a nice body, too."

My laugh turns into a hot moan when his lips envelop my sensitive pink flesh. He mixes firm grasps with sensual caresses, clearly enthralled by my body.

I lean back and bask in his attention. I want him to enjoy my body. The growls and grunts coming out of his hot mouth into my skin are a sublime symphony.

Cole moves his mouth away from me, rearing his muscular body up over my own. His hands tug the dress down further, sliding it down past my waist and to my knees. I shift my weight, making it easier for him to strip me utterly. Now wearing only earrings and heels, I lean back like an amorous cat and expose myself in all my glory.

It works. My gaze drops to the growing bulge below his belt. I reach out and caress him. His body twitches in response. I can feel the throb of his heartbeat through his clothes.

"Are all dance instructors this hands on?" He growls.

"I sure like to be," I say with a grin.

He rumbles with low laughter.

"God Bless the hands-on approach."

Cole kisses me, hard. I lose myself in the moment, but my hand keeps itself busy below his waist. Slowly, I work his belt until it comes undone.

Cole rises up, shimmying out of his trousers and leaving them pooled on the floor. His black silk underwear come down next, revealing the perfection of his powerful thighs and the icon framed between them.

I grasp his cock firmly, and he groans with delight. I raise my grinning face up to meet his gaze.

"My turn," I purr.