Page 79 of Stolen Summer

His lush mouth turned into a deep frown. “I crave you.”

My breathing hitched. “Why do you make it sound like it’s a bad thing?”

His fingers grazed the under swell of my breast as his eyes watched my reaction. “Because I don’t deserve you. Because I’m a selfish asshole. Because?—”

I kissed him before he could continue listing all the reasons he shouldn’t want me. I’d heard enough.

And none of it mattered, not since the words I crave you left his mouth.

I craved him too and was rewarded when his hand cupped my heavy, aching breast, the pad of his thumb running over my budded nipple.

A shiver raked through me. Part of me longed to savor this moment, to drag out what I’d thought about every night I slept under this roof with him down the hall, but my hunger made me impatient and greedy. Prolonging wasn’t an option.

Not this time.

But the second or even the third, I could spend more time exploring his body, discovering what made him moan and what drove him to the edge. I would very much enjoy driving Cole Riley mad with desire, and the thought alone had my core pulsing.

Why were we always wet or in water when things heated up between us?

Removing soaked clothes sucked, but it was so worth the effort.

My hands drifted to the hem of his shirt, gripping the fabric and shoving it up and over his head.

“Killer,” he moaned the second I broke the kiss.

I was too busy appreciating his wet chest. His delectable body was what dreams were made of…every hard line of him inked with a tapestry of art. I ran the tip of my nails along the butterfly’s wings tatted in the center of his chest. My tongue swiped over his bottom lip, toying with the hoop. He had it in tonight, and it was becoming my weakness.

His sweatpants plopped to the tiled floor with a soggy slap.

My hand slipped into the tight boxer briefs molded to outline every part of him, including his erection. He moaned as I wrapped my fingers around him, and his eyes closed as he placed a hand on the wall, bracing himself. I could see the visible lines of pleasure and restraint on his face. He was so hard in my hand.

Despite promising I’d never stoop so low as to sleep with one of the stereotypical rich boys Fallen Oaks was littered with, I wanted Cole.

Maybe he was different than the others.

Maybe I’d changed.

I couldn’t help it—couldn’t deny how much I wanted him, and I’d grown tired of fighting my feelings.

My hand glided over him in slow movements, the water making him slick. I brushed my thumb over his smooth tip.

His head dipped, and he flicked his tongue over my nipple. My nails dug into the muscles of his back, and I sunk my teeth into my lower lip, yet the whimpers still left me. They turned into a moan when I felt the brush of cool silver from his piercing on the sensitive bud.

“Cole,” I whimpered.

The muscles under my nails bristled, and for a breath, I wondered if I’d done something wrong. His stormy eyes brimming with lust captured mine. “Less talking,” he growled right before he crushed his lips on mine. Our mouths moved together as if we’d been kissing each other for years instead of mere weeks.

“I don’t have condoms on me. This will have to do for now, Killer,” he murmured, slipping a finger inside my wet folds. I was damn ready for him, and one finger wasn’t going to cut it.

“I don’t care. Just don’t stop. I need more.” My hips pushed his finger deeper inside me while his thumb brushed over my nub, the friction sending me into a frenzy of lust. Steam danced in the air, weaving around our entwined bodies. The water sliding down my skin was like tantalizing drops I felt everywhere. My head dropped to the tiled wall as I held onto Cole’s shoulders.

He kissed the column of my throat while his fingers did things I could only describe as magic, the inferno he created building in me. With each swirl and thrust of his fingers, I surrendered to him, to the sensations he created, and I had never felt more alive in my life.

My breathing hitched as he took my nipple into his mouth, and I clenched and pulsed around his finger. My hips moved, matching the rhythm he set. Oh God. Dear God. I was so off the damn path of sanity. I didn’t know how I got here, but I never wanted it to end. My pulse hammered as I so greedily took the pleasure Cole offered.

Unsure if my languid legs would support me, I took the risk, sliding one hand off Cole’s shoulder and down his chest. My hand moved farther south until I reached the hardest part of him, and I tentatively touched the wet tip, teasing at first, but I was way past the point of toying with each other. I ached to have him inside me.

He sucked in a hiss, all the encouragement I needed.