Part 25 (1/2)

”I'll go slow, sweet thing. I swear to you,” he said, trying to rea.s.sure himself more than her. Urgency roared through him. His heart was galloping, his breath was ragged, and he wanted her so much he couldn't see straight.

Holding her cheeks open, he placed his tip against that virginal hole and pushed, breaching the ring of muscles while Christy cried out and clamped around his crown.

”Sweet mother of Jesus. You are tight,” he said between clenched teeth as he gripped her hips and tried to calm the desire racing through him. ”Don't fight me, love,” he said. ”Breathe deep and push out.”

She did as he said, and he pushed inside her in little increments, parting her untried flesh, getting deeper and deeper with every stroke until finally the muscles of her rosette were stretched tight around the base of his c.o.c.k, she was whimpering, and he was out of his f.u.c.king mind. So hot and so tight. Like a velvet fist.

Sweat pouring off him, he held still, giving her time to get used to him as he reached over and stroke her c.l.i.t, his caresses making her shudder and getting her back channel to grip him even tighter. ”Babe, I don't think I can stand this much longer. I'm going to lose my ever-loving mind if I don't move.”

”I'm okay. Please move,” she whispered with a ragged moan.

He slowly pulled totally out, watched her a.s.s close in reflex, then eased inside her depths again, that tight hole stretching for him. It felt so perfect. She felt so perfect.

He kept his strokes steady, dying to pound into her but unwilling to hurt her. She must have sensed the tight leash he was keeping himself on, for she turned her head to him and squeezed her muscles around him. ”You are not hurting me. Let yourself go, Cole.”

Oh G.o.d. Her trust humbled him. And kicked his arousal even higher. He drove into her with hard, deep movements, his b.a.l.l.s slapping at her p.u.s.s.y with every thrust while spikes of pleasure erupted all over him.

He speared her p.u.s.s.y with two fingers, rubbing her c.l.i.t with his palm, and a broken sound came from the back of her throat. ”Oh, Cole. Oh G.o.d. Yes. Like that,” she pleaded as he slammed into her furiously. He could feel his shaft shoving against his fingers with every stroke, the pressure unbearable, his whole body in overdrive.

Suddenly Christy tensed. Her p.u.s.s.y spasmed around his fingers, and her a.s.s clamped around his c.o.c.k. She was coming all around him, flooding his senses with her unrestrained response and demanding his seed. With a deafening roar he buried his c.o.c.k deep into her a.s.s, as far as it would go, and gave himself to her.

When he floated back to reality, Christy was totally spent. She barely stirred as he went to the bathroom for a cloth.

As he cleaned her, he noticed the red marks he'd left on her body from where he'd grabbed her, and he felt a pinch of regret. She deserved better than him. But he was a f.u.c.king egotistical a.s.shole and wasn't going to let go of her. He couldn't.

He went back to bed, and although asleep, Christy instinctively turned to him. He wrapped his arms around her, and longing spread over his chest, robbing him of breath and swelling his throat shut. She was his. All his, and he wasn't giving her up.

She had stormed into his life and had filled an emptiness he hadn't known he had. She made him whole, which was terrifying. He was afraid of losing her, but at the same time he was afraid of these powerful feelings inside him.

Afraid of letting himself feel.

Afraid of letting her in.

Afraid of needing someone to be whole and happy.

But he already needed her to feel whole and happy, so really, what was there left to do? He'd just have to breathe in deep and take it one day at a time. Hold on to this and pray really hard it wouldn't be taken away.

Christy woke up sprawled on top of Cole, his steady heartbeat against her cheek. It was still dark outside. As she lifted her head, his piercing eyes met hers.

”Hi,” she said, feeling suddenly shy.

”Hey, none of that,” he said, lifting her chin when she tried to duck her head. ”You and I are past hiding, aren't we?”

She nodded, and he stared at her forever, his strong hands gently tracing her face.

”Tell me, sweet thing, now that you're done updating the library, have you given any thought about staying to work in it as a librarian? I frankly don't see Mrs. Wilkinson managing with the e-readers and the virtual collections.”

Yes, Mrs. Wilkinson had made it plenty clear that wasn't her job. In fact, the old librarian hadn't even asked Christy if she was staying, but a.s.sumed she'd be there on Monday, never mind that Christy had been hired only to reorganize the library. Mrs. Wilkinson had even informed her that in a month Christy would have to attend the state's library convention in her place.

”I don't know,” she said. ”You know how I feel about traditional books.” Although she had started to see the appeal in them. Cole had been right; there was something about the way a book smelled and felt on your fingers that was special. And the way a kid's eyes opened in wonder when they went over the tattered pages. Besides, if she was managing the library, she could push for more electronic acquisitions. Teach kids to love their beauty too-a fifth column of sorts.

He stilled, probably misunderstanding her silence. ”Or are you going back to your job in LA?”

She shook her head. ”I'm on sabbatical. I wouldn't mind making it permanent and staying in Alden.”

His expression softened, and he kissed her slowly, reverently. As if she were the most precious thing in the world. As if he loved her. ”I'd like that, baby. I'd like that a lot,” he said against her lips, an emotion she had no name for s.h.i.+mmering in his eyes.

She trembled against him, her heart bursting with love for this man. That was the first time Cole had asked her about her plans for the future or hinted he wanted one with her.

She brushed a soft kiss on his lips. Then another and another, cupping with her hands his strong jaw.

She loved having him like that, relaxed in her arms, his guard down. Letting her kiss and caress him.

She nuzzled his nose. ”Cole?”

”Mm?”

”I want to try something.” Now, if ever, was the moment.

”Does it involve me inside you?” he asked ruefully, pressing his rock-hard erection against her. ”Because I'm up for it. Literally.”

”Yes, it does,” she said. ”I want to tie you to the bed.”

Cole froze. It was entirely possible he had stopped breathing too.

For long seconds, neither said a word.

”Turnabout's fair,” she whispered.

”Not in my book it's not.”

They would have to rewrite that book of his, then. Cole used physical dominance to a.s.sert his emotional distance, and while she was more than okay with his need to be in charge in bed, she wouldn't let him use it to emotionally distance himself from her. They were past all that bulls.h.i.+t now. If she had to let all her barriers down and lie bare at his feet, he had to as well. She couldn't be alone in this. Cole had to stop holding himself back. It was time for the emotional blockage to go, because she wanted the real Cole, the one he so fiercely guarded, the wounded, vulnerable little boy who was scared of giving himself to someone.

”I thought we were both past hiding, or were you patronizing me? I told you I wanted all of you, and I meant it, Cole. I don't want to be a toy in this relations.h.i.+p. I want to be a true partner.”

His eyes flashed with anger. ”I've never treated you like a toy. Ever,” he countered in a dangerously low voice.

”No, you haven't,” she conceded, contrite. ”Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just want us to be on equal footing.” They'd never been on equal footing. Both naked, both exposed.

”And how's equal footing having me tied to the bed?”

”Let's just call it evening out the odds a bit. You have, after all, around one hundred pounds on me.”

Her silly attempt to joke didn't work. His face was inscrutable.

She brushed his cheek. ”You can trust me, Cole. Really trust me.” And not only with his body, but with his heart too. She wouldn't hurt him. She'd die before hurting him. ”Let me make love to you. No barriers. No masks.”

He propped himself up on his elbows and locked eyes with hers. His pulse was throbbing in his temple, and his jaw was locked. For a while he said nothing.