A smile spread across his face. It lit up his eyes and filled them with sunshine. “Someday I’m going to make you a Whitaker, too, baby.”
“What?” I gasped.
And suddenly I could see it. Our wedding. Both of us dressed in white tuxedos, our friends and family watching as we joined our lives together. Maybe we’d have some kids, a dog, and a barn full of chickens. I’d always wanted chickens.
“You want chickens? I can get you chickens. I’ll buy you a whole damn farm if you want that.” Cole grasped the back of my head. “Whatever you want, baby, it’s yours.”
Whoops. Guess I had said that aloud. “I want you. Nothing else matters.”
“Fuck.”
Cole crashed our lips together, his hands digging into my hair. He tilted my head just as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I whimpered as our tongues tangled, and his hands gripped my short strands. It was wild as our teeth clashedtogether. One hand dropped down to cup my ass, and I moaned into his mouth as I rutted against him.
When Cole pulled back, his pupils were blown wide with lust, his lips swollen and spit covered.
“Take me to your bed, Casanova.”
Without a word, he scooped me into his arms and climbed from the tub, water streaming down his chest and my body. Cole didn’t bother to dry either of us off. He carried me into the bedroom and spread me out on his massive bed, then blanketed me with his thick, heavy body. Goosebumps broke out over my skin from the cool air conditioning in the room, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the man above me. He looked at me like he wanted to devour me whole.
“I love you. So much.” Cole kissed his way down my neck and over my shoulders. “I knew someday you would come back to me. This bed was made for us. No one else will ever share it with me but you.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “Cole.” I couldn’t believe he had waited for me. He wanted me all this time, even after everything.
“Say the words, baby. I need to hear them. Tell me you feel the same.” Cole peered up at me between my legs.
My cock ached as it begged for attention, and my heart felt like it was going to burst.
I met his heated gaze. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Cole
Iwould never get tired of hearing that from Reed. Those three little words meant so much. It made my heart sore. I meant what I said. I would do anything to make him happy. And yeah, if he left me again, I would drag him back to North Carolina kicking and screaming. I wasn’t going to spend another second without him.
Reed carded his fingers through my hair as we stared at one another. He was still the most beautiful person in the world to me. Those dark brown eyes, blond hair, and plump pink lips were all I had thought about when we were apart. I crawled back up to press my mouth against his, and the soft sigh that he released told me it was the right thing. We didn’t have to rush things. We could take our time. We had forever to do everything together.
Then I was back between Reed’s thighs, staring at his cock, which was hard and begging for attention. A drop of pre-cum clung to the tip, and I couldn’t help but lick it off. The saltiness hit my taste-buds, and I moaned softly, then pushed his legs apart to get closer. He had done a little manscaping since we were last together. All the soft blond hair that used to run from his belly to his cock was gone.
“You shaved,” I murmured.
Reed’s body trembled. “I, uh, get waxed. It’s much easier. If you don’t like it, I can stop.”
“Baby, you can do whatever you want to your body, and I’m still going to want you. Everything about you is beautiful.”
I dragged my nose over his shaft, then sucked the head into my mouth. The sound Reed made was inhuman, something between a growl and a moan, but still sexy as hell.
Reed’s hips bucked slightly as I slid him farther into my mouth. I pinned him down and tried not to focus on how I could feel his hip bones. He was much too thin, but I mentally pinned that conversation for another time. He didn’t have to tell me about his therapy session if it made him uncomfortable, but I wanted to talk to him about his eating disorder. It was important that I was able to help him, too.
“Jesus Christ, Casanova.” Reed gasped. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come. And I really want you inside me when I do that.”
My cock throbbed at his words. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?”
He nodded, and I had to reach down to grip the base of my dick. I had never forgotten what it felt like to be inside him. How hot and tight it was. Nothing had ever been that good.
“Please,” Reed whimpered. “I need you.”
That did it. I sprang from the bed and dug through my dresser for lube and condoms. We could talk about getting tested later. Right now, I had to fuck my man. I found what I was looking for, tossed them on the bed next to Reed, and climbed between his legs again.