“Sorry, it’s just that no one has ever cooked for me before,” she says with a shy gleam in her eye.
“You’re kidding right?” I ask as all cooking comes to a complete stop while I openly gawk at her. “How literal are you being?”
“Completely,” she says. “Mom didn’t cook. We ordered take out every night, except one time where she tried to be all fancy and the oven caught fire.”
“Holy shit,” I whisper.
“I mean, does going to a restaurant count? Technically there’s someone in their cooking a meal just for me.”
“That shit doesn’t count,” I tell her before I throw everything back in the fridge and pull out something a little more exciting. I mean, if this is a first for her, I better make it good.
“What are you doing?” she questions as she watches my performance.
I can’t help but smirk up at her. “Putting in a little effort.”
A grin of her own rips across her beautiful face and I find myself walking around to her side of the counter and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She soaks it up before I head back into the kitchen and pour her a glass of wine. She greedily accepts it and I get back to blowing her mind with my cooking skills.
As she sips on her wine and tells me about her life, her eyes grow heavy and I do my best to hurry up with dinner.
Ten minutes later, I take the stool beside her as I slide her plate in front of her.
She finishes off her meal and is basically falling asleep in the empty plate. I scoop her up into my arms before her head falls right off her shoulders and make my way upstairs. Her arms wind up around my neck and she presses her face into my chest.
“Thanks for dinner,” she says on a yawn.
“My pleasure,” I tell her as I walk into my room.
I place her down on my bed and she sits herself up to pull off her shoes. “I’m assuming you’re kidnapping me for the night?”
“You bet your sweet ass I am,” I tell her as I pull off my shirt and walk around to my side of the bed. Rylee’s eyes follow my movement and I don’t miss the way they rake up and down my body. I take my phone, wallet, and keys out of my pockets before walking back to the door. “I’m going to shower,” I tell her. “Are you all good here?”
She lays down and squishes her face into my pillow. “Mmhmm,” she murmurs with her eyes hooded as she continues watching me.
I find myself watching her for a moment and can’t help but love the view before me. If this is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life, I’m one hell of a lucky man.
Not wanting to overwhelm or freak her out again, I head out of the room and into the bathroom. I lean into the shower and turn on the hot water, knowing it needs a moment to warm. I turn back to the mirror and flick the button on my jeans when Rylee appears in the doorway, biting her bottom lip.
“You ok?” I question as her eyes lock onto mine through the mirror.
She slowly steps into the bathroom and I feel the nerves radiating off her. She comes right up to me and presses her body against my back. Her hands rest against my skin and I feel her fingers spread out over my skin, practically claiming it. “I’ve never done this before,” she tells me.
I turn in her arms and wrap my own around her. “What haven’t you done?”
“Allowed myself to feel,” she tells me as she looks up and searches my eyes. “Don’t break me, Cole.”
I pull her in tighter and gently press my lips to her. “Never,” I murmur with my lips moving against hers.
She lets out a sigh of relief and I hold her tight to my body for as long as she needs. “I’m suddenly not so tired. Do you mind if I join you?” she asks, surprising the shit out of me.
“Do I mind?” I laugh. “Babe, I fucking welcome it.”
With that, my hands reach for the hem of her shirt and I slowly pull it up over her head. I’ve been dying for this moment since the last time I was with her. The shirt falls to the ground and I work on her bra as she pushes my jeans down.
I get her in the shower and my lips instantly come down on hers. She moans into me as the hot water washes over her perfect little body and my hands begin exploring.
Rylee runs her hands down my chest and across my abs before taking hold of my very hard dick. Instant satisfaction comes over me as she begins to pump her tight little fist up and down.
I pour a little bit of body wash into my hand before rubbing it into her body. She moans as my hands pass across her breasts and over her ass like a sensual dance. My hands slide down her soapy body and cups between her legs.
My fingers push in between her folds before pressing up into her entrance. A breath escapes her as she arches her back while asking for more.
I give her what she needs as she draws me right to the edge, only this isn’t how this is going to go down. “I need you,” she says as she holds onto me.
“I know, but not like this,” I tell her as I shuffle her more directly under the water. The soapy water is rinsed from her body and I reach around her to turn off the tap. She pouts, but it doesn’t last long as I wrap a towel around her and grab her by the ass, lifting her before walking back to my room.
Her lips become one with mine as I lay her down on my bed. Our first time as a couple is going to mean something. It’s not going to be dirty sex in a supply closet or a tight squeeze in the back of my truck. This is going to make her feel. It might make her freak out, but it’s going to be fucking incredible.
I’m not going to screw her. We’re going to make fucking love and I can’t wait.
Hell, I doubt the woman has ever been with a man in a bed.
I come down on top of her and she instantly opens her legs, allowing me to press my body into hers. She arches into me as our hands continue roaming over one another. “Cole,” she pants, needing me to dull the ache within her.
Without another word, I guide myself inside her until I’m balls deep. She sucks in a breath and I slowly slide back out. My world is already blown. It’s like her pussy was custom built just for me.
In, out, in, out. Over and over again.
My lips move down to her neck as our bodies rub against each other’s, needing to be as close as possible. I cup her breast in my hand before giving her nipple a gentle squeeze and making her arch up into me once again.
I fucking love how responsive her body is to my touch. It’s like the ultimate boost to my ego.
Wanting to see the full effect, I cage her body in my arms and roll us so she’s on top. She’s more than happy to take the lead and moves her body like a damn pro. She leans forward and laces her fingers through mine, squeezing them tighter and tighter as she gets closer to the edge.
“Holy shit,” she pants before she comes down on top of me and continues riding me. She searches out my lips, and for someone who’s refused to kiss men all her life, she certainly seems to be getting the hang of it.
I push up into her, meeting her thrusts with my own and it’s not long before she cries out. Her pussy clenches down around me and she drops her face into the curve of my neck while she completely detonates.
Seeing her like this has me coming so hard that I feel paralyzed. “Fuck, babe,” I say through clenched teeth as she collapses into me. She releases her hold on my hands and I find them instantly wrapping around her, making sure she won’t leave.
“Yeah,” she agrees on a pant while she tries to catch her breath. “That… wow. I never knew it could be like that.”
Fucking music to my ears.
I adjust us so she falls down beside me and is safely tucked in my arms. “It’s only going to get better,” I tell her as I press a kiss to her forehead.
A yawn rips through her before she raises her eyes to mine. “You know, you’re pretty incredible,” she tells me.
I smile down at the woman who’s very quickly becoming my world. “I know,” I tell her as my hand starts running up and down her spine. “Rest now. You’ve had a big day.”
She yawns again as
she nods her head. Her fingers splay out on my chest and I grab the blanket at the foot of the bed and pull it up over her. She snuggles in and before I know it, she falls into a well-needed sleep.
Chapter 17
Rylee
I wake in his arms and my mind instantly takes me back to the most amazing night of my life. He cooked for me. I mean, a fucking man actually went out of his way and cooked me a meal that was fucking incredible.
And then the sex. Oh my, the sex. Wow. Is it like that for everyone? Before it was just two people using one another to get off, but this was something else entirely. This was two bodies becoming one in the most sensual way imaginable.
Jesus, what has Cole done to me?
I’m lying in a man’s bed. This isn’t me, yet I have absolutely no intention of leaving.
Well… actually, that’s a lie. I’ve been needing to pee for at least half an hour and I could really use a coffee.
I slide out from under his arm and look for my clothes before remembering they’re on the bathroom floor and dirty from the massive day I had yesterday, so, I tiptoe over to his closet and pull out a shirt. I slide the black material over my head and look down to see the words Rebels Advocate scrawled across the front.
I can’t help but look back at that glorious body. Cole is a fucking God. It’s like his body was carved out of stone, it’s that incredible.
As I walk out of his room and back down the stairs, I’ve never felt sexier. I mean, I’m alive for the first time in… well, forever. I trusted my heart to someone and he treated it like a precious diamond. It was honestly the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done. Opening up and allowing myself to be vulnerable like that, fuck. I’ve never done anything like it.
It’s only been a night and I already feel like I’ve been on a roller coaster of emotions. I was so exhausted last night that when Cole came to me, I didn’t put up a fight, well, not much of one anyway. Had he done that any other time, I would have given him hell, but I don’t regret it.
He was right, yesterday during lunch, I had this moment where I realized how ridiculous I was being. Here I was, having all these crazy feelings for a man that I’d never felt before and I was just going to sit back and wait until they passed. I would have missed out on one of the best nights of my life, and I can only imagine it gets better from here. That is if he doesn’t break me in the process.
Shit, the things I would have missed out on. I mean, I’m not in love with him, but I don’t doubt that it could happen. These feelings I have floating around inside of me are completely alien to me. I’ve never allowed myself to be so free before and I’m terrified of the unknown. It’s scary as hell, but I realized I’m not truly living if I’m constantly living in fear of my own heart.
I’d be completely cutting myself short of the wonders of humanity. Our most basic instinct is to feel and I wasn’t allowing myself to do that.
I get myself into the kitchen and smile at the dishes that still lay on the counter. I fill up the kettle and flick the button to boil the water before I go about cleaning up last night’s mess. Before I know it, the kitchen is sparkling and I search for his coffee mugs.
I find them in the most ridiculous cupboard that’s way too high for any normal woman and have to climb up onto the bench to get them down. I make two coffee’s before wondering if the monster of a man upstairs even drinks it.
I’m in the middle of pouring the milk when two rough hands take my waist. I find myself smiling like a fool before his hands completely circle my waist and he pulls me back into him. “Good morning,” he murmurs before pressing his lips to my neck.
A shiver runs down my spine and I resist moaning like a needy bitch. I turn in his arms and look up at the handsome man before me. “Good morning to you too,” I say as I wind my hand up his chest and around his neck.
“You didn’t need to clean my kitchen,” he tells me.
“I wanted to,” I smile.
He brings his lips down on mine and once again, I find myself melting. How is he able to turn me into this pathetic puddle of goo? I’ve never once had a slight feeling for a man, yet here I am, acting all girly and smiley. And what’s worse, I really like it.
His hands move from my waist, down to my ass before he lifts me up onto the counter. I open my legs and he falls in between me in his need to be as close as possible.
Cole’s hands slide up my thighs causing my legs to wrap around his narrow waist, holding him just that much closer.
"How'd you sleep?" he questions as I tilt my head, allowing him access to my neck.
"Mmmm, so good," I moan with closed eyes, unsure if I'm talking about my sleep or what he's doing to my neck. "What about you?"
"I thought it was all good until I woke up and you weren't there."
My hands squeeze into his tight muscles as he grinds himself into me. "And why's that?"
The sexiest smirk crosses his lips as he looks at me. His eyes darken, completely drawing me in. "I had plans," he says.
Fuck. I want to know every single dirty detail. Why did I have to get up? I could be having my mind blown in his bed right now, but then, what he's doing to me right now is just as good.
This man has an unbelievable gift for pleasuring me. We haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet and I'm already close to the edge.
"What kind of plans?" I ask, desperate for the information.
"Tsk, tsk," he murmurs in my ear. "You'll have to wait until tomorrow morning."
Fuck me. Yes, please.
His hands find the hem of my shirt and he begins raising it up and over my head. "What do you plan on doing to me now," I question as he continues grinding himself into me.
"Why don't I just show you?" he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes before taking my knees and spreading them as far as they'll go.
He drops down to his knees before me and looks up with eyes as dark as night. "Holy shit," I pant. This is going to be good.
He dives in and I bite down on my lip to avoid screaming. His tongue travels up and down my opening before circling my clit.
Oh, dear god. I must be going to hell. No one on this planet has the right to feel so good. This couldn't be real.
My fingers twine into his hair and I hold on for dear life, which is when he adds his own fingers to the mix. “Oh my god,” I groan.
I feel his smile against my lady bits and I can’t possibly hold on any longer. My orgasm sneaks up on me as he thrusts his fingers in deep. “Fuck,” I grunt with my legs wrapped around his glorious head.
He raises himself up, but I’m not nearly finished, and from the size of the erection pressing against the front of his pants, neither is he.
In one simple movement, he plunges himself deep within me and starts to move. His lips come down on mine and he kisses me with intense passion while letting me taste myself on his lips.
I’ve never been so hot in my life. I was right, it just keeps getting better.
We come together in a mess of sweaty bodies before he lifts me up off the counter and takes me into the bathroom. We get ourselves showered, as the one last night didn’t really count as a proper shower before he drags me back out to the kitchen and re-boils the kettle.
With the hot stream of caffeine sailing down my throat, I feel like I can finally face the outside world.
“Were you planning on heading back to the club today?” Cole asks as he goes about the kitchen, making us breakfast.
“No,” I tell say as I go to help him, only I have no idea how to navigate my way around the kitchen. He hands me the loaf of bread and indicates towards the toaster. Right, toast, I can handle toast. “There’s really not a lot I can do at the club at the moment. I mean, there’s always more cleaning, but my body is aching from yesterday.”
“So, you’ve got a free day?” he questions.
“Uh huh,” I smile.
“How do you feel about coming down to Rebels with me?” he asks. “I’ve got a session with Xander this afternoon, but I’m n
ot prepared to let you out of my sight just yet.”
“Why?” I question. “You worried I’m going to make a run for it?”
“Nope,” he tells me. “I’m worried you’re going to get inside that head of yours and start thinking things over. If you’re stuck with me all day, then you won’t get the chance.”
“You don’t think I’ll run?”
“I know you will,” he says before giving me a cheeky as fuck grin. “But I’m going to catch you. Every. Fucking. Time.”
“You seem pretty damn sure about this whole ‘you and me’ thing,” I say as the toast pops out of the toaster. I grab the toast and realize the fuckers are burnt, so I start over.
Cole grabs the burnt toast and takes a bite out of it. My face scrunches up. I mean, there’s nothing worse than burnt toast. “I’ve never been so fucking sure in my life, and the sooner you hurry up and get on the same page as me, the better.”
“Same page,” I laugh. “I’m not even sure we’re in the same chapter, hell, maybe we’re not even reading the same book.”
“We’re definitely reading the same book,” he grins. “Now, answer my damn question. Are you coming to Rebels with me?”
“I might have a few spare minutes in my day,” I smile. He rolls his eyes, but I continue on. “Can you drop me back at my car? I need to go home and change, then I’ll meet you there.”
“Nah, babe,” he says with a shake of his head. “I told you. Same page. I’ll take you home, you can get yourself dressed, and I’ll take you back to Rebels with me. Actually, you better pack a bag. I plan on keeping you for a while.”
I practically gawk at the guy. I mean, was it his intention to kidnap me?
“What exactly is on this page you’ve been reading?” I question.
He places the knife down on the bench and turns to give me his full attention. “That I am one hundred percent committed to you,” he says in all seriousness. “This isn’t just some fling for me,” he says. “Without even trying, you’ve dug your claws in and I have no intention of changing that. I want to make this work.”
Oh, wow. Shit just got way too serious, way too soon. I look up into his eyes as that familiar fear begins bubbling up. “What happens on the next page?” I question with wide eyes that search his.
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