“Your sister is awesome with all the help she’s giving to abused farm animals.”

“She’s annoying, but I love her. Just to warn you, she has spoiled the hell out of her pig.” Cole liked to pretend that his siblings were nuisances, but there was always a gleam of pride in his eyes when he talked about either of them.

We climbed out of the truck, and Cole grabbed the bag I’d packed myself.

We headed toward the polished front doors. “Do you like dogs?” he asked.

“Who doesn’t like dogs?”

“Butch and Sundance are really big, and they drool a lot.” He opened the door. We were immediately greeted by two massive Irish Wolfhounds.

“Oh my gosh, I’ve only seen this breed in pictures. They are like lions.” I gave each dog a hearty rub and glanced around, hoping to see Some Pig.

“If you’re looking for the four-footed ham, he’s probably taking a nap in Finley’s room.” He threw my bag over his shoulder. “We can go wake him after we take your things up to my room.” He paused before heading to the stairs. “Or we have a couple guest rooms, if you prefer.”

“Guest rooms sound lonely and boring.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer for a kiss. “What kind of host would I be if I left my guest bored and lonely? I’m glad you came.” He took my hand and led me up the massive double staircase to a long hallway. Paintings and table top sculptures were strategically placed along the corridor. A long intricately woven rug lined the long hallway. We reached a door and he opened it.

The bedroom was the size of a small house, complete with a giant flat screen television and sitting area with leather chairs and a couch. A giant window looked out over a pool that seemed to stretch on like a lake. I looked around. “Impressive and clean. Somehow I pictured a trail of dirty socks and empty potato chip bags.”

“Nope, as you can see I keep my room clean.”

“You mean the housekeeper keeps it clean.”

“Yep. And if she didn’t, you’d find dirty socks and probably a few chip bags. In fact, when I was young, my dad decided to teach me a lesson. He told the housekeeper not to touch the room until I started picking up after myself.” He placed my bag on one of the chairs. “It backfired on him though. Turned out, I didn’t really mind the mess. In fact, I kind of enjoyed those few months of freedom where no one came in and moved my stuff around. Place just about needed fumigation afterward. Now I’m rarely here, so the room stays pretty much untouched.”

I walked to the window and looked out over the grounds. There was a large stretch of grass, fruit trees, rose gardens and tennis courts. “Don’t you miss this place when you’re not here?”

He walked up behind me. I could feel the heat of his body. “I’m one of those guys who can lay his head anywhere to sleep. Doesn’t matter if I’m in this bedroom or in a tent. It’s not the surroundings I look forward to, it’s the people.” His arms went around my waist and his chest pressed against my back. “I definitely miss the time when Fin, Jude and I all lived here together. We fought of course, but we had an awesome fucking childhood. Most of the time, our nannies would just let us do whatever. It’s pretty hard to keep track of three kids in a place this big. Whenever Dad got back from a concert tour, this place would be filled with parties. But the three of us always liked it best when it was just my dad hanging around and doing dad stuff.”

I spun around in his arms. “See, that’s what I like about you. Even with all this, you’re exceptionally normal.”

“If that isn’t just what a guy wants to hear when he’s holding a beautiful woman in his arms.” He kissed me. “Is there anything else you like about me?”

I wriggled closer to him and could already feel his erection pressing against my belly. “I could probably find a few other things if I thought long and hard enough.”

He reached up and ran his thumb across my bottom lip. “You have a way with words, Kensington Modante.” His hand dropped to my waist, and he reached up beneath my shirt and smoothed his palm over my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my mouth against his. It took only seconds and parting intermittently from our kiss to strip naked.

“Cannot fucking get enough of you, Kensie,” he muttered against my mouth.

“It’s all part of my plan,” I said softly.

“Your plan’s working.” He turned me around and pressed my hands on the windowsill. My eyes drifted shut catching only glimpses of the lush scenery below. The world beyond washed into a colorful blur as he left a trail of hot kisses down my back. I sucked in a stunned breath as I felt him kneel down behind me. His mouth pressed against the bare skin of my bottom.

I held tightly to the windowsill as he gently spread my legs wider. He reached around and slid his fingers through the moist folds of my pussy, pushing my ass out farther to meet his mouth. “Do you like this, baby?” His mouth vibrated against my tender flesh as he spoke.

“Yes,” I uttered on a long breath. My head felt filled with air as he pushed his tongue inside of me. His thumb stroked my clit as his tongue probed deeper. My entire body and mind were centered around my pussy as he coaxed me closer to orgasm.

Cole was skilled and knew just where to touch. I jutted my bottom out farther, pleading silently for more. I squeezed my thighs shut around his hand as he continued to massage my clit. My arms shook as I braced myself against the window ledge. Sunshine poured through the window pane and wrapped my body in its comforting warmth. The pressure of Cole’s tongue made me clench tighter. Seconds later, my body quivered in pulsating waves, and my pussy clamped deliciously around the onslaught of his tongue and hand.

“Cole,” I sighed breathlessly. I could barely keep myself upright as my body shook with the exquisite feel of it.

He stood and wrapped his arms around me and lowered his mouth to my ear. “That was the first of many,” he promised. My mind was still in a haze as he spoke. I’d never been with any man who knew my body so intimately. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted. And I wanted him. Everything about the man had me trembling. As much as I’d tried to keep my head on my shoulders, it seemed Cole knew just what to do and say to make that impossible.

“After tasting you and hearing you say my name, I’m about to lose my fucking mind.” Cole grabbed a condom from his nightstand, took my hand and led me to the small couch in the sitting area of his bedroom. He sat down and dragged his heated gaze over my body, finally stopping to study my face as I straddled his lap.

My pulse had just slowed from the last orgasm, and I found it racing again, trying to keep pace with my heart and my breathing as I slid down over Cole’s erection.

His eyes drifted shut and his head lolled back against the couch as he took hold of my hips to guide me over him. “God, baby, you fit me so perfectly,” he growled. “Like we were fucking made for each other.”

I wrapped my arms around his head and his face pressed against me. He teased my nipples with his mouth just as he’d done with my pussy. I squeezed myself tighter around his cock, and he groaned in appreciation.

“Yeah, sweetie, just like that, hold me like a fucking glove. You are something else, Kensington. Don’t ever want this to stop.”

I rose and fell over him, his strong hands held my bottom bracing me against him as he impaled me over and over again. I ground my hips forward, causing my clit to rub against him, bringing me again to that exquisite ledge, the last moment of clarity before my body and mind dissolved into pure pleasure.

I lifted my hands and braced them against his hard shoulders as my movements sped up. He met me with an upward thrust that pushed his cock so deep he seemed to be reaching pleasure spots I didn’t know existed. Each movement made me contract my pussy around him. I wanted to hold him there inside of me forever.