Page 71 of Flashback for the Forward

Cole fixed me with a doubtful expression. “You sure?”

You know what? Fuck it.

“No.”

“No?” He arched an eyebrow. “No, you’re not sure? Or no, you’re not okay?”

Here goes nothing.

“I’m not okay,” I confessed, moving closer to where he stood. “I’m so needy I can’t see straight.”

Cole’s throat bobbed on a swallow, and his voice came out rough. “N-needy?”

I nodded. “Mm-hmm. And you’re the only one who can help me.”

His breathing grew shallow. “I am?”

“Will you help me, Cole?” I purred, placing a palm over the center of his chest, where I could feel his rapid heartbeat.

“Always. Tell me how.”

“I want you to make me come.”

Eyes bulging, he reared back in shock. “You do? Are you sure?”

Looping both arms around his neck, I hauled him flush. With my lips a breath away from his, I said, “Don’t make me beg.”

That was all it took for him to take action.

His mouth crashed down on mine, his tongue seeking entrance. I opened instantly, moaning into the kiss that poured gasoline on the fire within me, making it burn brighter and hotter.

Like a cat in heat, I rubbed against his solid form, a thrill shooting through me when I felt his hard length pressed against my hip—proof that he wanted this just as much as I did.

Cole’s hands found my waist, his fingers fisting the fabric of my tank top. I broke away long enough to strip the fabric over my head, and his eyes dropped to where my large breasts were trying to break free of the sports bra containing them.

Dipping down, he pressed his lips to the heaving swells, a groan working its way through his chest. “Love these tits.”

My head fell back on a moan. “More.”

His hum of approval tickled my exposed skin.

Caught off guard, I let out a high-pitched yelp when he pinched my nipple through the spandex.

Startled, Cole withdrew, his eyes full of concern. “Too much?”

I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth to mine. “Hurts so good,” I panted.

“Oh yeah?” He smiled against my lips as he cupped my breasts with his giant hands, each brush of his thumbs over the distended peaks eliciting a sigh of pleasure. “You were always so fucking responsive.”

“Only for you.” I clutched his shoulders.

There was a possessive growl as he claimed my mouth in a punishing kiss that made my toes curl, the throbbing between my legs becoming nearly unbearable. I needed relief, and I needed it now.

I hitched a leg over Cole’s hip, grinding my core over his length, but it wasn’t enough to relieve the ache, and I let out a whine.

A husky chuckle breached my muted hearing as he gripped a fistful of my ass, chiding, “Patience.”

I huffed in frustration before taking matters into my own hands—literally. Reaching between us, I gripped his erection, stroking it the best I could through his shorts.