On the Edge by Mari Brown Page B

leave the assholes.”
    Cole seems to be relaxing, despite my brother taunting him.
    “Pussy whipped!” Drew calls out.
    “Fuck off, man,” Cole shouts back.
    “Ignore my douche of a brother. He wouldn’t know what to do with a real woman,” I tell Cole, trying to make him feel better.
    It must work because he relaxes once again. As Drew and Pete leave, Cole leads me into the house. He locks the door behind us and throws his keys on the table by the door. He makes his way to the kitchen with me following him.
    “I’m sorry that shit slipped out with Drew,” I say, truly feeling bad.
    “Babe, I don’t care about that.”
    “I just feel bad. I really didn’t mean to blurt it out. It’s no one’s business but ours.”
    He grabs a beer out of the fridge, “Want one?”
    “No thanks,” I say, leaning against the counter and watching Cole intently.
    He opens the beer, takes a big drink from it, and then grabs me around the waist and pulls me hard into him. He leans in and I meet him halfway, eager to kiss him again. One hand rests softly on his chest while the fingers of my other hand hook into his belt loops, securing him against me. The counter presses into my lower back but not in a painful way. Cole gently lifts me and my hand slips from his waistband as he sits me on the counter. Spreading my knees apart, he nestles between my thighs. Despite the crap that went on with Drew, I’m still turned on. We kiss long and full of passion. Tonight will be a night where it is going to be hard for us to stop touching each other. How much longer will just the other’s hands be enough? How much longer before we move to oral sex and even that is not enough? I don’t know the answers, but I know it is only getting harder and harder to resist him.
    We break apart, chests heaving to draw in air.
    “Let’s go to bed,” Cole says huskily.
    I don’t reply. I just turn and head to his room. His eyes are on my ass as I walk up the stairs.
    When he closes the door to his bedroom, his voice breaks the silence, “Get naked. Now.”
    It takes a split second for me to comprehend what he is asking, no, demanding.
    “Cole,” I whisper.
    “Trust me, Kitten. I just want to taste you all over. You’re still safe,” he says, sending shivers down my spine.
    As I strip my shirt over my head, his eyes heat up and I tease him by slowly undressing the rest of the way. I sit on the side of the bed, slowly pull my boots off, and then stand back up to unbutton my jeans. When I stand there in nothing but my underwear, Cole groans.
    “Take it all off, Kitten.”
    I don’t hesitate. Soon, I’m completely naked, standing there in front of him. His eyes scan me from head to toe. I slowly back up until I’m lying on his bed, propped on my elbow. It is amazing how sexy I feel sprawled on the bed, my legs slightly apart to allow him a view of my glistening folds. Cole is still across the room, but his breathing has grown heavier and his tongue slowly licks his bottom lip, making me bite down on my own. He stalks across the room, coming for me in a very predatory manner, and I shake in anticipation. My body is on fire and he hasn’t even touched me. He just looks at me like I’m his last meal.
    He rips his shirt over his head, which reveals the obvious bulge in his jeans. I hiss in a breath as he moves closer, anticipating what he’s going to do to me. I know we won’t be having sex, but whatever happens will be the next best thing.
    Cole reaches down and yanks me to the end of the bed. The mix of pleasure and shock from his sudden movement draws a shuddering moan from me. His mouth crashes down on mine and, kneeling by me, he roughly grabs a breast, squeezing it hard, making me writhe in pure delight. Not a word is spoken as he fucks my mouth with his tongue, then moves his heated kisses down my jawline, my neck, my shoulders, and then stops to give each of my breasts attention. Bites and nibbles on my erect nipples put my mind in a