The Baller's Baby by Cristina Grenier Page B

tasting her lips as if they were morsels of the most decadent chocolate. “Cole.”
    “Hmm?”
    “You're driving me crazy,” Stacey said, pulling back. Her brown eyes were so full of hunger that Cole had to fight not to smile. Oh she thought she was so clever, had it all worked out in that brilliant brain of hers just how it'd be. She had no idea what she was doing with a man like him. Cole was focused and intense when he wanted to be, carefree and loveable as well. He'd found that loving her had added a layer to everything in his life. Before her living life was just something he did, like breathing. Now, with her, everything had meaning. She, simply by being, gave him the want to be better than he was. A want he'd never known was missing until she arrived.
    “Am I not supposed to drive you crazy?” Cole asked, unable to completely keep the laughter from his voice.
    “Shut up and kiss me.”
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    “Yes ma'am,” Cole said, finally giving in to the need. The kiss was deep, plundering for everything she'd give. Cole pressed her against the wall of the landing, trapping her body between him and the solid surface at her back. When she reached for him he pinned her arms, slowly teasing the nerves along the tender flesh of her arms. Running along the contour of her body, Cole cupped her breast, squeezing until she gasped. Resisting her was impossible, the way her body responded to his touch. He ran a thumb over her nipple as it peaked, arousing her. Her leg hugged his thigh as she brought it up to him, letting him run a large hand along the length of her leg until he could cup her bottom. A small jump had her legs wrapping around his narrow hips.
    “You're so gorgeous,” Cole whispered. Turning, Cole carried Stacey the rest of the way up the stairs, easily maneuvering to her bedroom. Afternoon sunlight streamed in through light curtains so that her beautiful skin was bathed in the light. Placing a knee on the bed, Cole allowed the momentum of her body to bring them both down, but when he tried to undo his shirt, Stacey stopped him.
    “Let me,” she said, sitting up and pushing him back. The buttons came easily as Stacey worked, focused, intent. Cole worked his fingers into her hair, gently tugging the long locks she'd straightened before their lunch date. When the last button gave, Cole shrugged out of her dress shirt, catching the sigh that escaped Stacey's lips as her hands ran across his stomach. The muscles under his tank quivered as she lifted it to, pressing soft lips against his skin.
    “My turn,” Cole said, his blue eyes smoldering as his hands found the hem of Stacey's sweater. It came off easily as Cole's hands hugged the lines of her body. He pressed his lips to her stomach, following her ribs up until he found the light blue pastel of her lacy bra. Deciding it needed to go as well; Cole simply lifted it over her head, ignoring the clasp all together. Cole's mouth found hers and as their tongues danced in perfect rhythm, Cole's hands played her body like a perfectly tuned instrument. Gentle hands molded wonderful breasts, until her moans became Stacey's only form of verbal communication.
    Cole found her neck, running a warm, wet tongue along her flesh as he worked down her body. He trailed her collarbone as his hands slid down to her jeans. When that wet tongue found her nipple Stacey arched against him, her primal response to gorge herself on everything he offered, demanding more as she went.
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    Stacey knew that unlike the other times, when Cole had been tender, understanding of her inexperience; this time he meant to take her. She would be more captive than student. Before, their first times together had been for education. This, this