Another Chance at Love (Another Series Book 1)

by Suzanne Sweeney

  “I think so.”

  “We haven’t spent all this time together, getting to know each other, driving each other crazy, to have a quick fuck and go our separate ways. You need to understand, Kenny, once I make love to you, you’re mine.”

  I feel my eyes go wide and jaw drop and I can just stare up at him in shock. Did he just say that? And why doesn’t it scare the living hell out of me?

  He’s looking at me, waiting for a reaction, and suddenly, I feel... happy. This is who I want. This is where I’m supposed to be.

  “You need to tell me what you’re thinking right now, because I can’t read your mind.”

  I run my fingers through his hair and cup his face in my hands. “You are so mine.” I whisper and watch with satisfaction as his eyes dilate and the breath he’s holding escapes him.

  “You bet your sweet ass I am,” he growls and takes my breast again, harder this time, as though he’s branding me.

  Cole sweeps me up into his arms and deposits me onto his bed. He climbs on top of me, straddling me and stares down at me. “Just lay back and enjoy.”

  “Okay,” I whisper and he smiles wickedly.

  His mouth is everywhere. Brushing up and down my ribs, down my thighs, and up again. He begins to gently bite, suck and nibble his way down my stomach as his hand glides up the inside of my thigh.

  “Cole . . .”

  “Shh, it’s okay.”

  Cole kisses my navel, and I push my hands into his hair. He moves down and gently wraps those amazing lips around my clit and I come undone, pushing against his mouth, raising my hips up off the mattress. His lips move farther down and his tongue is inside me, then licking me, and inside me again. It’s a full-on assault Cole-style, and it’s the most amazing fucking thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. He sinks his tongue inside me again and pulls one hand around to massage my clit some more and I feel another orgasm building.

  “Oh, God! Cole, I’m gonna...”

  He growls against me and I lose it, this orgasm completely eclipsing the last one, if that’s even possible. He holds me against him and I ride my orgasm, jerking and shuddering.

  When I surface, Cole is nibbling his way back up my body, caressing my skin gently, and then he’s kissing me softly and his fingers are running gently down my face. “So sweet,” he murmurs against my lips. I can taste myself on him. I reach for him so I can caress his back, his shoulders, his ribs. He sighs deeply and rests his forehead on mine, eyes closed. “Your hands feel good,” he whispers.

  “So do yours. Take your pants off.”

  His eyes narrow on me.

  “Please.” I offer him a sweet smile.

  His hand leaves me long enough to pull the shorts off, and he’s kneeling in front of me, completely naked.

  Holy hell this man is gorgeous!

  Seriously gorgeous.

  I mean, like there should be monuments dedicated to him. Holy fucking shit.

  Cole climbs up my body, and nestles his long, hard cock against my center, and leans in and kisses me. He pushes my hair off my face and kisses me softly. I can taste myself, and it turns me on all over again.

  “Mmm,” I moan and wrap my arms around him, keeping him close to me. “You feel so good.”

  He moves his hips in just that way that he slides across my clit. His deep blue eyes stare down into mine as he rears back and braces the impressive head of his cock against my entrance. “Are you sure?” he whispers.

  “Cole, in me. Now.”

  “Wait. Let me get a –”

  “I’m on the pill.”

  He smiles and I am lost in his gaze. I will never tire of looking up at his beautiful face, full of lust and filled with need.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close. His kisses are slow and methodical, as if he is mapping every bit of me and searing it into his memory. My legs fold open further and I circle my hips, hoping to coax him inside of me. But he is in no rush.

  He reaches down, grabs his cock and presses it against me. He torments me, rubbing every exposed part of me with his throbbing head, until I can take no more. “Cole, please.”

  “Is this what you want?” he asks as he pushes ever so slightly inside me.

  “Yes.”

  “Tell me.” His voice is raw and sweat is beading on his forehead and I’m stunned at how much he wants me.

  “I want you. Inside me.”

  “Like this?”

  Inch by inch, he pushes deeper and deeper inside me until I can feel his pubis rubbing against me. “Holy Mary mother of God,” he moans and stares down at me in awe. “You are so fucking tight,” he hisses between gritted teeth.

  Slowly, he pulls back, little by little, until there is barely any connection left.

  I urge my hips forward, desperately trying to bring him back to me, but he won’t have it. “Don’t move,” he warns. “I want to watch you. I want to feel you. I want to know you.”

  I do as he wishes and allow him to explore. He moves with slow and steady strokes, stoking the fire that’s burning inside me. I’m getting to know his body, too, and it’s glorious. He has such control, such grace. I need more. As he buries himself deeper inside me, I lift my knees, opening myself up for him to fill me even deeper.

  He sucks in a deep searing breath.

  This is not like before. Not like in Hawaii. That was fast, hard, needy sex. This is something entirely different.

  I rotate my hips and clench around him, wanting desperately for him to move.

  “Ah, hell, don’t do that.”

  I smile and do it again.

  “Kenny, this won’t last long if you keep...” Before he can finish the sentence I rotate my hips again and squeeze my intimate muscles and he starts to really move, gliding out to the tip, and then back in to the hilt.

  I take a deep breath, inhaling his scent, as we move together. With each new movement, I watch his face for signs of pleasure. The sight of his sexy smile make my toes curl. Feelings invade my body that I have never felt before. “You are so beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he whispers in my ear.

  Over and over, he drains me and then fills me again. Every time it feels like I am about to fall over the edge and break into a million tiny pieces, he stops and waits for my body to still. He wraps his fingers around mine and holds me tight.

  When it seems like I can’t take any more, I plead, “Harder, Cole.” I thrust my hips forward, wrapping my legs around him, twist, and rub against him, imploring, “Please.”

  Our eyes lock on each other and he bites his lip. An unspoken understanding flows between us. I release my legs and he wastes no time. He sets a new pace, plunging in and out of me with a new ferocity. I match his thrusts and we fall into a satisfying rhythm.

  I dig my nails into the flesh of his back and reach for his hips. I revel in the feeling of his muscular body moving with such force and effort, and how his ass tightens with each thrust forward and relaxes with each pull.

  “Fuck,” he moans as he drives into me. Our bodies hum for each other in a way I’ve never known before. It’s as if we have created a new law of gravity. For every motion, there is an equal and opposition reaction. The more we pull apart, the more we are drawn back together again. It’s perfect synchronicity.

  I ball the sheets up in a tight fist as I climb higher and higher, inching closer to the edge. Cole responds by looping an arm under one leg and plunging even deeper with renewed vigor. I swear, I can feel my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head as the blood rushes to my core.

  “Yes, baby – come for me,” he barks as he begins to chase his own release. It’s almost too much to take, and I feel like I’m being torn apart as a violent explosion rips through me. It only takes two more thrusts for Cole to join me. I can feel him shutter and quake against me as we come together.

  He collapses on top of me, every bit as drained as I am. “Am I too heavy? I can move.” How is he able to speak when I can barely shake my head? “J
ust give me a minute.”

  I reach up and knit my fingers into his thick hair as he rests his head against my chest. I can feel my heartbeat slow as he lies with me, our connection still unbroken.

  He lifts his head and begins to move away from me, but I hold on tighter, “Don’t leave,” I whimper, surprising myself with sudden desperation.

  He relaxes into my arms again and I can feel him smile, the whiskers on his chin delightfully tickling my skin. “I’m not going anywhere. There’s no getting rid of me now.”

  Cole fishes his arm beneath me and flips us over without breaking our connection. He is now looking up at me and grinning sheepishly.

  I squirm a little, testing this new situation, and a giggle slips from my lips.

  Cole eyes me suspiciously. “Are you okay?”

  “We passed okay hours ago, Stretch. As a matter of fact, I’m well past fucking awesome and frigging unbelievable, too.”

  “What’s left after that?”

  “Damned if I know, but there’s only one way to find out.” I place my hands on his chest and push myself up into a sitting position, rocking gently back and forth. I can feel his enthusiasm growing and filling me.

  He grips my hips tightly and guides me up and down his cock, setting a slow and steady pace. I pull up so he nearly spills out of me for the sole purpose of feeling him completely refill me. I lower myself back down until there is no space between us, no way of knowing where he ends and where I begin.

  Cole wraps his arms around me and pulls me down onto his chest. He begins to move his hips in time with mine. He captures my lips with his and plunders my mouth as he moans my name, “Oh, yeah – Kensington, that’s it.” I love to hear him say my name over and over. I would give anything to hear him say it just like that every single day.

  I throw my head back and grind into him harder. Each time I push down, I tighten my muscles around him. I feel that familiar pull and tightening as I call out Cole’s name. I will myself to wait until the right moment, to hold on just long enough to bring him with me. And when I feel his muscles tighten and his fingers clench on my ass, I know it’s time to let go as he explodes inside me.

  Completely sated and emotionally drained, I collapse on top of him. I kiss him sweetly, and then roll off him.

  “You’re amazing,” he glows as he wraps me up in his strong arms.

  I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating rapidly. We lie there together, both of us exhausted, wet from sex and sweat, and completely sated.

  I lean up and look into his eyes, “I think I need a shower.”

  There’s a sudden twinkle in his eye, and a little twitch in his lip. “I think that could be arranged.”

  CHAPTER 16

  EXHAUSTION TAKES OVER and I feel my eyelids growing heavy. Cole’s arm is draped across my middle and I can feel his chest rise and fall with each breath. He hasn’t moved, either. Is he asleep? It always amazes me how quickly men can just switch off their brain and pass out after sex.

  Just as I’m about to drift off to sleep, I hear him whisper in my ear, “We should totally have pancakes right now.”

  “Pancakes?” He can’t be serious. I look over at the clock. It’s three o’clock in the morning and he wants to eat? “Now?”

  “Yup. I’m hungry.” He pulls me a little closer and whispers in my ear, “Don’t you want to make me pancakes?”

  “Wait. What? You want me to make you pancakes?”

  “That was the plan,” he teases as he rubs his nose along my neck and nibbles on my ear, sending a chill down my spine.

  “Not going to happen, Stretch.” Has he forgotten I’m culinary challenged? “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

  “That’s okay. What can you make?”

  “Um, how about a bowl of cereal?”

  He growls. “Come on, Kenny. I’ll teach you how to make a perfect grilled cheese.” He rubs his big rough hand across my ass, pulls back and gives it a slap. “Let’s go.”

  “I don’t think I can walk.”

  The flash of his grin stops my heart for a minute. “You look fine. Eat with me,” he says, running his hand down my arm. With a soft, sweet kiss, he climbs out of bed and leaves me with nothing but a cold spot where his body warmed mine.

  “Gimme a minute to find my brain, then I’ll join you.”

  “Okay.” He walks across the room, giving me a prime view of his sculpted back and perfect ass. I sigh with pure female appreciation of a prime male specimen. He opens up a drawer and fishes out a pair of shorts for himself and a huge tee that he tosses right at me.

  I slip the shirt over my head and I can’t help but notice how it smells like him: fresh, clean, and just a little woodsy. Damn, this is heavenly. I feel like I have Cole McGuire draped all over me.

  I throw my legs off the side of the bed and scan the room. No sign of them anywhere. I wonder where . . .

  “What are you looking for?”

  “My panties.” I get down on all fours and look under the bed. Aha! Proudly holding up my prize and swinging them in the air, I announce, “Got ‘em!”

  Quick as a flash, Cole swipes them from my hand and stuffs them in his pocket. “You won’t be needing these. Trust me.”

  I open my mouth to protest, but change my mind quickly when I see the smile on his face, punctuated by that sexy as hell dimple.

  Hand in hand, Cole leads me down the stairs and into his kitchen. He escorts me to a barstool where I can stay safely out of his way while he works his magic. I don’t mind being relegated to the position of a mere spectator. After all, I have the best seat in the house with full view of a shirtless Cole McGuire with wild sex hair while he cooks just for me.

  He stands with his back to me as he browns the bread in the skillet. I watch his shoulders stretch and flex as he works. And I admire the smattering of freckles that adorn his back, memorizing the patterns they make, like constellations in the sky.

  As I watch him carefully peeling each slice of cheese away from the rest, those long nimble fingers remind me of everything he’s done to my body tonight. How careful and strong and sure they were, whether coaxing toe-curling orgasms from me, or tenderly sweeping a piece of hair back from my face so he could sneak a kiss.

  He’s mine for tonight and I intend to enjoy him and appreciate him for as long as it lasts, mostly because you never know what tomorrow will bring.

  “What’s on your mind, Houdini?” he asks, breaking me from my trance.

  “Hmm?” I look at him, confused.

  “You just went somewhere. Where’d you go?”

  “Sorry, just thinking.”

  “Will you pour us some orange juice?”

  “Am I allowed to leave my chair?” I ask, grinning at him.

  I can feel his eyes on me as I fumble around his beautiful kitchen, opening cabinet after cabinet, searching for the glasses. With his spatula, he points to the cabinet right beside where he’s working. I have to step up on my tippy toes to reach the glasses and Cole takes advantage of my exposed backside by sneaking a quick grab.

  I return the favor with a swift little sweep across the front of his shorts as I pass by, rewarded by the discovery of an instant and satisfying reaction to my touch.

  Back on the stool, my eyes return to the incredible man before me. I could sit here for hours and watch him move gracefully around his kitchen. My mind travels, wondering what it must be like to watch him on the field – in person, not just on television. I can just imagine his grace and agility as he turns, spins, steps, and reacts to each hit. Despite his size and mass, I have also seen him jump and propel himself into the air, reaching for a high arching ball, landing back on solid ground, and sending the ball directly into the waiting mitt of his teammate with the grace and ease of a professional dancer. He is the personification of the American dream.

  “How many?” he calls to me over his shoulder.

  “Just a half for me,” I tell him.

  He shakes his head. “Kenn
y, don’t be shy around me. Eat. Enjoy. I love cooking for you. And taking care of you.”

  “Listen, Stretch – I’ve been called a lot of things over the years, but shy was never one of them. If I wanted more, I’d tell you. It’s three o’clock in the morning and the only reason I’m eating is because you’re eating. Now if you don’t mind, hurry up and finish cooking already so I can get back under those covers with you.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he quickly answers. And suddenly, he’s moving with a newfound purpose. The sandwiches are grilled to perfection, sliced, and sitting on a plate right in front of me.

  I’m relieved when I see that he’s sliced the sandwiches in half diagonally. If he cut them into two rectangles, or worse – four squares, I just don’t know if I could ever have a serious relationship with someone like that.

  Cole joins me and in his hand is the biggest, juiciest deli pickle I’ve ever seen. “Is that a pickle in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” I tease.

  “Little of both,” he answers with a kiss. “There’s only one thing better than a hot grilled cheese sandwich and an ice cold pickle.”

  “Yeah? What’s that?”

  “Sitting next to your bare ass while I eat my grilled cheese and dill pickle.”

  He grabs a small plate passes it to me. I grab half of a sandwich off the plate, and the ooey-gooey cheese is oozing out from between the bread. I take an experimental bite and I’m in heaven. Cheese. Bread. Butter. What else do I need to say?

  “How is it?” Cole asks as I savor every bite.

  “Oh, my God, Cole. This is so good. What kind of cheese did you use?” I ask between glorious bites.

  “Sharp cheddar and provolone. I couldn’t decide which one, so I just threw them both on there.”

  He slices the pickle in half lengthwise and places one on my plate before depositing his hand on my lap, where it stays throughout our early morning feast.

  I look up and smile at him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you, this is great.”

  “My pleasure,” he grins, grabbing the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and tugging on it. “I think I like seeing you like this. Half naked in my kitchen, wearing my favorite shirt.”