Outlaw by Nicole James Page A

been
done to her. Wondering if any man would ever want her after what she’d been
through.
    Cole’s hands tangled in her hair, holding her there.
“No. You couldn’t be more wrong. I want you, babe.” He glanced down his body at
the proof making itself very evident. “There’s no denying that.” His mouth
curved into a grin. “It’s just…” he broke off, his eyes studying hers, his hand
reaching up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, and then his hand slid back
to her cheek as he cradled her face in his hands. “Are you sure this is what
you want, Angel?”
    She nodded again, leaving him stunned.
    He moved one hand to her back, and ran the tips of
his fingers lightly down her spine, watching her reaction to his touch. Was she
sure she could handle it?
    She slowly arched her back as his hand moved over
her, and her eyes slid closed.
    “Then say it,” he whispered.
    Her eyes opened, and she looked down at him.
    “I want to hear you say it,” he insisted softly.
“You asked me to stop last night,” he reminded her. “And I did. But I don’t
think I’ve got it in me to stop this time. So be sure.”
    “I want this. I want you.” Her hands ran over his
hard muscled arms.
    He rolled her over onto her back, moving over her.
Bracing himself on his elbows above her, he looked down at her, letting her become
accustomed to his weight on top of her. He knew after what she’d been through,
that having a man on top of her might bring back all the feelings of fear
again. He brushed her hair back from her face, and his mouth covered hers.
    He was gentle with her. She hadn’t expected that.
For a moment everything Chuck had done to her flashed in her mind, and she
tensed, her hand gripping his wrist. She made a whimper under his mouth.
    Cole raised up a fraction
of an inch, and looked into her eyes. “Shh,” he whispered, brushing her lips
with the barest of kisses. “Just relax for me, sweetheart,” he whispered
softly, seductively. He trailed kisses across her jaw to her ear. “Relax. I’ll
be gentle, baby. I swear.” He spoke to her softly, coaxingly. “I’m gonna make it
all better. Just relax for me, Angel.”
    She gave in, melting against him, letting his hands
have their way.
    “That’s it. That’s right.” His hand slid from her
jaw down her throat to her breastbone.
    His palm was warm pressed against her. She watched
his face as his eyes followed the trail of his hand as it moved down the center
of her body to her soft belly.
    He slid his hand to the curve of her waist, just
above her hipbone, and then up her side over her ribs to her bra. His eyes
returned to hers. “You’re beautiful, baby.” He lowered his mouth to hers and
kissed her softly, gently.
    Angel slid both her hands up his neck, her fingers
threading into his hair at the base of his neck. She tilted her head to deepen
the kiss.
    He rose up, breaking the kiss as his fingers curled
into the side of her bra, under her arm. “Can I take this off you?”
    She nodded.
    He slid his arm under her back.
    She lifted slightly, giving him access.
    He unhooked it, and pulled it loose as his hand slid
back out from under her. He ran his hand up her upper arm, his fingers curling
into her strap and he slowly pulled it down her arm.
    She shimmied her shoulders, and he pulled it free.
His eyes fell to the beauty revealed to him, and he blindly tossed the bra to
the floor. His hand returned to her, and slid to the underside of her breast.
He cupped it, lifting it up, and his mouth closed over her nipple. He laved it
gently, tenderly.
    She slid her hands up his biceps to his shoulders
and into his hair, watching his mouth and tongue as they moved over her. Her
breathing quickened, her breasts rising and falling. Oh, God, it felt so good.
    He twisted his head, and his eyes met hers, and then
he sucked hard, and watched as her head went back, and her back arched off the
bed. He took advantage, and slid his arms under her, into the arch of her