“But I had no idea it would be this good.”

She could feel the heat of his eyes on her pussy, on the wet clench of her muscles against the toy.

“Nothing has ever been this good, baby.”

He moved before she could react, sliding his head beneath her open thighs, his tongue reaching out to lave her clit, his free hand pulling her down onto his mouth.

She came that quickly, her climax a lightning bolt that ran from her clit to the tip of her toes, the top of her head, the tips of her fingers. Even her earlobes tingled. And all the while, Cole’s tongue on her clit was driving her crazy. All the while, he never lost his rhythm with the decadent, sinful toy in his hand. All the while, she was gasping her pleasure into the pillow, grinding herself down onto his face, onto the wonderful pressure of the toy inside her.

And then the toy was gone, making a loud thud as he threw it across the room. Cole slid out from under her and came around her back, covering her hips with his, her back against his chest. Thank God he held her up as he drove into her, taking her in a position she’d never let another man take, with her up on her hands and knees, her breasts in his hands, his mouth kissing, sucking, inhaling the skin along her neck and shoulders and back, his hard flesh driving, stretching her open as far as she could go.

She’d never heard sounds like the ones coming out of her mouth as he drove into her. But it wasn’t a one-way street, wasn’t a world where he put her where he wanted her and she gave him pleasure despite herself.

No, it was the exact opposite.

Anna was taking at least as much pleasure from Cole as she was giving to him. She pushed back into his hard shaft, into the rock-hard muscles of his thighs and tight hips, with everything she had, used up every last ounce of energy to find her way back over an even higher peak than the one she’d just crested barely moments before.

“Come again for me, baby.”

The raw command came with the sudden press of rough, calloused fingers over her clit and this second unexpected hit of extreme pleasure had her crying out with what was left of her voice. Her entire body exploded around his, black spots appearing in her vision as Cole roared out her name, his out-of-control thrusts pushing her flat into his mattress, his fingers never once losing ground on her pulsating clit, wet with her arousal and his come. But even after she came down from the heady pulses of her climax, she loved the way Cole continued to drive into her, his cock still hard as steel against her swollen, sensitive inner walls, as he continued to stimulate her clit.

It should have been impossible—her body couldn’t possibly sustain this level of pleasure, could it? —but before she knew it, she was right back in the place she thought she’d just left behind, on top looking over the edge.

“Again, sweetheart. One more time. For me.”

His thrusts were more measured now, his touch more concentrated on the stiffening bud between her legs. But it was the warmth, the adoration, the sheer need in his tone that had her crying out one more time.

Holding her steady until she rode out the astonishing waves of pleasure, Cole shifted his weight slightly off the side, just enough to cover her still without crushing her.

Anna’s mind worked to right itself, but Cole’s nearness had always made clear thinking difficult. More so now than ever before. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t think past—no, couldn’t ignore the question that had been there since his first kiss in the club: Who was she letting herself become?

And was there any way she would ever be able to go back to the woman she’d been before Cole?

“Sweet Anna.”

He moved onto his back and effortlessly lifted her so that she lay across him rather than the mattress. She relaxed into him, utterly sated now, and realized with a small smile against his chest that they were no longer strangers. Two days of almost constant togetherness meant that she could recognize the sounds of desire and arousal, anger and frustration, in his voice. And now, the way he almost dropped the last syllable of her name as exhaustion took him toward sleep.

He pressed a soft kiss onto her hair. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

His sweet words were on the verge of being slurred and she wasn’t surprised when his breathing became slow and even. Just as she wasn’t surprised by the truth staring her in the face as she lay there with his heart beating steadily beneath her palm.

There was no going back from the way she felt about this man.

Not just because they’d made love without protection twice in a row and she might have already conceived their child. Not just because being with Cole made her happier than she could ever remember being. Not just because he’d spent every minute of their short relationship cherishing her, worshiping her. Not just because of his fierce love for his grandmother.

No. It was all so much simpler than that.

Cole was the key. The key to the prison in which she’d been locked her whole life.

In two days, he’d managed to not only set her body free.

He’d set her heart free, too.

And as Anna reached for the covers and pulled them over their naked bodies, she knew she wasn’t just losing the fight to keep her heart from her husband...she was chucking it onto the field with both hands.

Chapter Fourteen

“Now that’s a pretty sight for a Monday morning.”

Cole stepped into the shower just as Anna was rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. Even with her eyes closed, her body instantly responded to his nearness.

“Let me do that for you.” He moved behind her and his hands went to her hair, lightly massaging her scalp as the warm water washed the suds down her back.

He hadn’t been in the bed when she woke up and she’d instantly missed him. But the numbers on the alarm clock had her rushing into the bathroom to get ready for work.

When he turned her around in his arms and kissed her all the way awake, late or not, she couldn’t keep her hands off his hard muscles.

She stopped at his biceps. “You’re bigger than you were before.”

“It’s always like that after I lift weights.”

“Oh.” She couldn’t keep the murmur of appreciation for his incredible, ridiculously perfect body to herself.

His hands ran down the sides of her spine before cupping her bottom. “Other things are bigger now too. Wanna see?”

Oh yes, she really did. “I need to hurry and get dressed or I’m going to be late for school.”

Still, even knowing she didn’t have time to do anything more than throw her clothes on at that point—blow drying and makeup weren’t in the cards today—she couldn’t stop herself from pressing her lips to his big, broad chest and licking across a nipple.

“What will happen if you’re late?”

His hands roamed from her hips to her breasts—and the already slick flesh between her thighs.

“My first graders will worry that something happened to me.”

His hands paused on their trip across her erogenous zones. “Those kids owe me big time for this.” When she didn’t immediately move away, he said, “You’d better go before I change my mind, sweetheart.”

Her body throbbing with unsatisfied desire, she had to force herself to step out of the shower and grab a towel.

She was surprised when he emerged sixty seconds later, threw on some clothes, and picked up his keys. “Ready whenever you are.”

“Wait a minute. If you work on Sundays, shouldn’t you get today off?”

“Most guys do, but as defensive captain I need to look at game tapes while it’s still fresh.” He leaned against the door, twirling the keys around one finger as he watched her put on her shoes. “So, where am I taking you?”