“Enjoying the view?” He laughed, surprising Ally and she blushed because she has been caught staring at him. She thought he hadn’t heard her coming down but obviously he had.
He reached up and pulled one of the ear buds out of his ears. Then he started pressing buttons on the treadmill gradually slowing his pace until he was in a slow jog. Finally after a couple minutes the machine came to a full stop and Cole stepped off, grabbing the towel off the hand rail. He wiped his face with the towel and then threw the towel around his neck as he moved quickly toward her, Ally shivered as butterflies fluttered rapidly in her stomach.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said as he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.
“Good morning, Cole,” Ally replied, barely able to breath. Why did this man have such an effect on her?
“Did you sleep well?” he asked as he traced down her cheek with the back of his hand. Instinctively she leaned her face into his touch.
“Too well,” she sighed and closed her eyes, totally caught up in his closeness.
“I couldn’t bear to wake you,” he whispered, slipping his arms around her and moving her closer to him. He leaned forward and kisses her slowly and softly. Ally could feel the same familiar pull inside she felt every time he touched her.
“I didn’t want to leave you alone” he said when he finally pulled his lips away from her. “But I prefer to get my run in before midday; I was pushing it today,”
“Midday!” Ally exclaimed as she realised what he had just said. “What time is it?”
“It’s just after twelve,” Cole replied, looking at her in surprise.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” she snapped, angry he had let her sleep so late. She pulled herself abruptly from his arms. “Jesus, Cole! I should have been at work hours ago.”
“I rang Gus, I told him you were still unwell,” Cole replied looking at her in surprise. “He said you should take tomorrow off too.”
“Damn it, Cole!” she snapped back angrily. “You had no right.” Without another word, Ally spun around and stormed up the stair and straight through the kitchen passed a very surprised Rosie, who was setting their breakfast down on the table.
Rosie looked at Cole, who was following closely behind Ally, with a look of stress in his face. He glanced at Rosie, who just smile sympathetically at him but then gave a little giggle.
“Glad I amuse you,” he snapped at her and instantly regretted it as soon as the words were out. He stopped and looked at her, feeling a little ashamed. “Sorry, Rosie.”
“I don’t think I am the one you need to say sorry to,” she replied with a warm smile as her eyes turned in the direction, Ally had just headed.
Ally burst through bedroom door and quickly threw on her shoes. She still had no idea where her bag of clothes were, but she had no time to look for it now. She would have to go home and shower and change before she headed into work and grovel to Gus. She cringed when she thought of what Gus must think of her having some guy ringing in sick for her. She was so mad with Cole right now.
“Ally what are you doing?” he asked as he burst into the bedroom a few moment later. He stood and watched as her as she tied her shoelaces in temper.
“I am going home to get changed to go to work,” she snapped without even looking. She stood up and grabbed yesterday’s underwear that was still on the floor and head for the door.
“Ally, stop!” he said, standing in front of her blocking her way out. She refused to look at him. “You are not leaving, not now. And not like this”.
“Get out of my god damn way, Cole,” she hissed at him, still refusing to look at him. She knew the minute she saw his face she would cave in. She would be lost once her eyes met his and that was the last thing she wanted.
So she kept her eyes transfixed on to his chest.
Cole knew she wouldn’t look at him because she would not be able to stand her ground. He knew the effect he had on her and though, for the most part, he enjoyed the power he felt over her. Seeing her so closed off and protected like this almost broke his heart.
This Jason guy has totally fucked with her head! He thought to himself. He wanted to grab her, to make her look at him, but the memory of the bruises on her arms from Jason, made him decide against it.
“Ally, I am sorry,” he said softly, bending his knees slightly so his eyes where level with hers, as he slowly reached up and caressed her face. “I thought you were tired and needed the rest. I tried to wake you but you were sound asleep. I am sorry.”
Ally still couldn’t bring herself to look at him. She knew if she did she would lose the battle with the tears she was fighting to hold back. She was still mad at him. She had enough of controlling men to last her a life time. She could never go back to the suffocating feeling she felt when she was with Jason. She thought Cole was different. But he had crossed the line. Deep in her heart, she knew however, he meant it when he said he was sorry.
“Ally, please don’t leave,” he whispered and he leaned his forehead against hers and sighed. She could feel his warm breath wash over her face, she knew she was lost. She could never resist him. “Please look at me.”
Finally she let her eyes meet his and he winced when he saw tears dancing in them.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered again. He brushed his lips against hers softly and slipped his arms around her, holding her close to him.
Suddenly the anger she had been feeling melted into desire, as Ally wrapped her arms tightly around his already half naked body and kissed him hard. She could feel him instantly harden against her. Slowly he released his grip on her and grabbed the end of her top and pulled it over her head.
“You have an amazing body,” he breathed against her mouth as he brushed his fingertips down her body, letting them softly tease her nipples making it pucker under his touch. His fingers then trailed until he reached the waist band of her jeans and he pulled the buttons open, slipping his hands inside, easing them down over the soft curves of her bum and down her legs as she kicked of her shoes.
“No underwear!” He exclaimed with a mischievous grin as he watched her jeans slide down her legs. “I approve.”
He held her hand as she stepped out of her jeans.
“Shower with me.” he whispered, his eyes devouring every inch of her naked body. She gave him a small smile as he gathered her up in his arms and carried her to his bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, he sat Ally down on the vanity unit and kissed her deeply before he turned around. Kicking off his trainers, he pulled opened the shower door and switched on the shower.
He turned back to Ally and the desire in his eyes instantly made her breath catch in her throat. He stepped towards her and claimed her mouth once again.
Wrapping his arms round her, he lifted her up and carried her to the shower. Bursts of hot water covered them quickly, his mouth still firm against hers. Slowly he let Ally slide down his body, back to the floor but he never let his lips part from hers.
She grabbed the rim of his, now soaked shorts and pushed them off him, freeing his hard cock from beneath them.
Ally gasped as he pressed himself against her and a fierce need ran through her body. God she was so addicted to this man’s touch.
“Ally, I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly as he wrapped her tightly in his arms. “Please don’t leave.”
“I’m going nowhere,” she replied as she pressed her mouth back against his firmly. He quickly pushed her against the cold tiles of the shower wall but she barely noticed their coldness. Slowly he dropped to his knees front of her and he press his mouth against the apex of her thighs and she cried out loudly.
Cupping her bum with one hand, he let his other hand slide down her leg to her knee, pulling her leg up until the back of her thigh was resting on his shoulder. His eyes flicked up to Ally’s once more before he pressed his mouth against the inside of her knee. Slowly he ran his tongue up her thigh, stopping every so often to press his lips against her soft, tingling s
kin.
Finally his mouth reached her burning centre and he flicked her already swollen clit with his tongue. Even the smallest contact made her hips buck in pleasure. She grabbed his hair and pulled him deeper into her suddenly feeling the need for him taking hold of her.
As his tongue caressed up and down her, tasting all of her, she began to grind herself against him searching for friction to help ease the pounding feeling in her groin. She struggled to suppress the need to cry out that were building inside her. Hungrily he plunged his tongue deep inside her and she cried out his name, loudly, unable to hold it back any longer.
“Oh Cole, yes!” she repeated again and again, as he continued pressing his tongue deep inside her, stroking her inner core. She closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lip as she tried to absorb the sensation, as her heart pounded rapidly in her chest.
Replacing his tongue with his fingers and he return to her clit and suck it firmly, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Her hips bucked with each flick of his tongue, reaching for release.
“COLE, PLEASE!” She cried out as her legs turned to jelly. His shoulder was the only thing keeping her up as she rocked back and forward into his waiting mouth.
“Come for me, Ally,” he gasped as he released her clit from his mouth and replacing it with his thumb. He wanted to watch her as she came. He loved the effect he had on every inch of her body.
He circled his thumb repeatedly against her bud, pushing his fingers in deeper, until she screamed loudly as the rush took hold of her body, making her shake violently.
As her body slumped against his in exhaustion, he lifted her into his arms and pinning her hard against the shower wall, as he positioned the head of his cock against her opening while his mouth lingered against hers.
Slowly he pushed his entire rock hard length inside of her. The sudden fullness made her cry out as he began to move slowly.
He withdrew himself almost all the way out before slamming back into her hard and stopped.
“Jesus, Ally!” he paused, kissing her deeply, allowing her to adjust. “You are so fuck amazing. I could spend the rest on my life lost inside you.”
He withdrew again and once more slammed back inside her, but this time he didn’t stopped, he thrusted into her again and again as she cried out incoherently. She had never had sex like this before. It was raw, passionate and complete driven with pure need. Even though she felt she should be embarrassed at just how loudly he made her scream, she wasn’t. With him she lost all her inhibition and she completely lost herself in the moment.
She could feel him grow even harder and he pulsed inside her. She knew he was close. And she began to move in rhythm with him, allowing him to push into her deeper.
“OH, JESUS CHRIST!” He cried out as he came hard inside her.
Feeling him pulse in her was enough to send Ally into free fall once again before they sank to the floor of the shower, sated and completely shattered.
“I love you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to her neck. “Please don’t leave”.
Chapter 11
Ally woke slowly, surprised to find herself in Cole bed once again. She was naked and her hair still felt a little damp. Suddenly two arms slipped around her and pulled her to the warmth of his hard body. His familiar scent filled her nose and it made her smile.
`“Hey, sleepyhead,” Cole whispered against her ear before he pressed his mouth to it.
“Hey yourself,” Ally smiled as she instinctively leaned into his kiss.
“How are you feeling now?” Cole sighed deeply and Ally thought she could feel his whole body stiffen as he waited for her reply.
“Well and truly fucked,” she giggled, hoping to lighten the moment. It worked. She could feel his body relax again and she laugh out loudly.
“I try my best,” he laughed too, as he quickly pulled her over so she was face to face with him. “I really am sorry for this morning. I didn’t mean to over step the mark. I want you to know I never want to do anything to upset you. I would never hurt you intentionally, Ally. You are very special to me.”
Ally didn’t know what she should say to that. And the memory of what Cole whispered in the shower came screaming back into her mind. He had dropped the L bomb.
Ally really wasn’t sure how she felt about that revelation. She had feelings for Cole, very strong feelings. But she felt so out of her depth and so consumed by this gorgeous, bossy man. She was terrified. Was she ready to give her heart to him? She knew she was falling, and falling fast but she was still afraid he would crush her and consume her completely.
She felt alive with him. She felt sexy and confident, something she had never felt before in her life. He made her feel beautiful and desirable, feelings that were very alien to Ally.
As scared as she was of these feelings, she loved how he made her feel. She lifted her face to his and kissed him softly and smiled.
“You are special to me, too, Cole,” she said, almost breathlessly. “And you are forgiven.”
An hour later, after finally dragging their butts out of bed, they sat at the big oak table in Cole’s kitchen and ate the reheated breakfast Rosie had made them early.
Ally was a little relieved that Rosie was nowhere to be found. She was embarrassed at her temper tantrum earlier. She could only imagine what the friendly old woman must think of her. Plus she was wearing Cole shirt from the night before and nothing else, as she was still unsure where her bag of clothes had gone.
“So!” Cole said suddenly, pulling her from her thoughts. He was sitting there looking stunning as usual in black jeans and a long sleeve, black fitted top, that show of his amazing abs perfectly. Ally found it hard to not stare at his perfect body all the time. Finally she looked up from his body until her eyes met his. “I was thinking that maybe we could go out somewhere this evening. You know like a proper date. It occurred to me earlier, we haven’t actually been on our first date.”
“I would love to,” Ally smiled.
“Excellent,” he purred and Ally was rewarded with one of his usually breath-taking smiles.
“But I will need to go home first,” she replied nervously knowing this was not going to go down too well. “I didn’t really pack anything for going out in.”
“Let me take care of that,” he said with a grin as he reached over and took her hand, kissing it softly on the back, before he tugged it and pulled her closer to him. He pressed his lips to hers. “I had your bag put up in my wardrobe. Go get changed, I need to make a couple of calls and then we can go.”
“Okay,” Ally smiled as she headed up Cole’s room and headed straight to his wardrobe.
She pulled open the door and instantly the wardrobe was filled with light from the tiny little spot lights in the ceiling of the small room.
She gazed around at the lines of suits and shirts, all perfectly pressed and hanging in order from bright to darker to black.
Wow! She exclaimed as she took it all in. She ran her hand over some of the suits. They felt soft, perfect and probably very expensive. She didn’t really know much about clothes, especially men clothes, but she knew these we probably tailor made suits. She remembered her father used to have his suits made in Savile Row in London. He would make regular trips to London just to have himself fitted for yet another new suit.
The thought that Cole was very like her father made Ally shiver. How could she be falling for someone who was so like him? She half laughed as she wondered what, Moira, the councillor she attended for two year after her mother died would think of her ending up with a younger version of her father? Moira was all about Ally’s “daddy issues” and used to become very frustrated when Ally refused to talk about her father.
She spun around in a full circle until she spotted her bag on a shelf at the bottom of the wardrobe. She reached down and pulled it out but was surprise to find it empty.
“Where the hell are my clothes?” she sighed before she spotted them hanging up in Cole’s wardrobe all pressed and neat. Sh
e pulled out the drawer that was directly below her clothes, and sure enough, there was her underwear, all folded neat and tidy.
When was this done? She thought to herself. And more importantly, who did it?
“Oh good, you found your things,” Cole said from the doorway, startling Ally.
“I did,” she said, turning to face him. “How did they end up here?”
“Rosie unpacked for you last night, while we are having dinner,” he explained, watching her face trying to read her reaction. Then he added nervously. “I hope that’s okay?”
“It’s fine!” Ally smiled. Her heart tugged a little at how unsure he seemed right in that moment. This man is such a contradiction. One minute he is sure, confident and at time annoyingly cocky. But then he suddenly he can seem nervous, unsure and almost shy. Mr Cole Thomas was a puzzle.
“Good,” he smiled as he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. “As much as I would love to stand here and watch you dress, I have one more call to make.”
“Okay,” Ally smiled.
Twenty minutes later after deciding on her favourite black skinny jeans and a grey knitted jumper with her little black ankle boots. She was ready.
She had pulled her hair up into a bun and put a little make up on before she went looking for Cole. She found him standing in the centre of his beautiful living room, on the phone.
“That would perfect, Peter,” he said as he turned to Ally and gave her a smile. “Yes, we should be there about nine…..perfect. Thank you so much. Goodbye.” He hung up the phone.
“You look stunning as usually,” he said as he stalked towards Ally and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her close to him. God she is breath-taking! He thought, as he claimed her mouth with his.
Cole took Ally’s hand and led her out the front door. It was freezing out. Ally could see your breath billowing out in the cold December air. She pulled her coat tighter around herself.
Ally was surprised to find a well-dressed, middle aged man, standing next to Range Rover.
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