Chapter 55

His hands continued upwards, fingers tracing along her ribs until they reached the undersides of her breasts. His hands shifted then to cup her breasts and his thumbs began to tease tiny little circles along her flesh. Those circles became larger the closer his thumbs moved toward her nipples but they always carefully avoided the little buds as they hardened and grew needier with each teasing swirl.

He leaned his head forward and placed a kiss on her forehead, then moved down slightly and kissed her nose, then her lips and her chin, and then he kissed the hollow of her throat and the spot just between her breasts. Amanda moaned and writhed on the bed beneath him.

He looked up at her with those dark eyes of his dancing with pleasure and hunger. At that moment, he allowed both of his thumbs to just barely brush the tips of her nipples.

Amanda cried out in her sleep and writhed in her bed. Her breathing increased to quick little puffs as she tossed her head and the dream continued on.

Cole grinned at her and inched farther down her body. He placed a kiss at the base of her sternum and followed the kiss with a flick of his tongue.

He drug his teeth down the length of her abdomen to nip at her belly button before running his tongue around it once before continuing on his journey southward.

He pressed a kiss to the slick outer lips of her womanhood and he ran his tongue slowly over the crease of her folds.

Amanda’s body arched in her bed and her eyes snapped open. She was covered in sweat and her breath came in quick gasps. Her thighs were moist with her arousal and she pressed them together as she lay there, trying to reclaim control over her own body.

She raised both hands and raked her fingers through her hair and curling her fingers into fists as her arms flopped onto her pillow on either side of her head. As she lay there, she began to realize that every few moments, her body would pulse with arousal and a dull wave of pleasure would roll through her like waves rolling in and out with the tide.

Her brows drew together at the strangeness of the sensation. It was as if it came from outside of herself. Her stomach began to twist into knots as the realization slowly dawned on her.

Cole.

It had to be coming from Cole. A moment later, a more powerful burst of pleasure flowed through her. The feeling had her so wet she wanted to scream with her arousal and yet at the same time, she pulled her hands from her hair and covered her face as she suffered through the waves of pleasure which finally began to grow shorter and less powerful until it finally faded away into small pulses like little aftershocks.

Amanda rolled onto her side and drew her knees up against her chest. He could have been doing it alone. Maybe he was doing it alone. A small cynical voice deep within her mind told her otherwise. What were the odds that a man like that would go for so long with an empty bed? He’d probably made up with his pregnant wife or girlfriend or whoever she was and they were having wild passionate makeup sex.

She tossed and turned for the rest of the night, tormented by nightmares filled with a naked Cole writhing with a dozen nameless, faceless women in his bed.

Amanda had hoped that it was just a one-time thing. Some sort of fluke that had caused her to feel what she’d felt that night but that did not seem to be the case. That first night was just the beginning. Every night she had a different dream but they always starred Cole and her in various different sexual acts. She always woke up before she could find her own satisfaction in the dream.