The Bridesmaid's Best Man by Susanna Carr Page A

anticipation.
    A thought wafted through her mind like smoke. They should stop now. Pull away before they reached the point of no return.
    Cole placed his hands on her hips and turned her around. The move was so sudden that she fell back against him. He burrowed his face in her hair as he dipped his hand lower.
    Angie’s breath staggered from her throat as Cole boldly cupped her sex. She instinctively flattened her hand against his.
    â€œAngie.” He dragged her name out in a rough whisper. “Let me touch you.” His fingers flexed. “Please you.”
    She bit her lip as the erotic memories crashed over her. Cole not only knew how to satisfy her, but he also gave her maximum pleasure. He was generous and imaginative. Strong and loving. With one intimate touch, he could make her believe that they were made for each other.
    But would she feel the same tonight? He didn’t love her. He didn’t want to share a future or even a home. All he wanted was to share a bed. Would this one time taint those special memories? Was she willing to risk feeling empty and alone for a shadow of what they used to share?
    Cole delved his other hand beneath her camisole and covered her breast. He lightly pinched her stiff nipple as he stroked the folds of her sex with his other hand.
    Yes, she was willing . Angie rested her head against his broad shoulder as her knees threatened to buckle. Yes, she mouthed in the darkness as she pressed the heel of her palm against his hand. She bucked against him. Yes .
    â€œTake off my clothes,” Angie ordered softly.
    â€œPatience,” he said.
    She frowned. This was not a time to be patient. She hadn’t been able to see Cole, touch him, or hear his groans of satisfaction for a year. She needed to feel his skin on hers with no barriers. No restrictions. Angie grabbed the hem of her camisole.
    â€œNo.” Cole gave a warning nip to her earlobe. “I’m in charge.”
    Angie’s fingers dug into the cotton as she considered her next move. She should have known. Last time she had been demanding and insatiable. She hadn’t held anything back, confident that Cole wanted her just as much. That he was turned on by her assertiveness.
    â€œLet me take care of you.” Cole’s voice was low and mesmerizing. “I know what you like.” He pressed his fingertip against her throbbing clit.
    â€œBut...” Pleasure rippled lightly through her.
    â€œI’ll give you anything you want.” His voice was urgent with need.
    He would give her anything...as long as he was in charge. As long as she surrendered. She shouldn’t care, Angie decided as she closed her eyes. She hadn’t always been brazen in bed. Not until she had felt secure with Cole.
    And that had been a mistake. She wouldn’t repeat it again. If she held back, if she didn’t follow every animal instinct or reckless impulse, she could have her ex-boyfriend for one more night.
    Angie gradually let go of her shirt and was rewarded with Cole’s sigh. She looped her hands over his shoulders. Now she was open to his touch, giving him total control. It shouldn’t make her so nervous.
    Cole grasped her jaw and tilted her head toward him. She felt the kick of power at how his fingers trembled against her chin. But his kiss was confident and demanding as he claimed her mouth.
    Her skin tingled as the shameless need built inside her. She swallowed back a keening cry as she writhed against his hand. The pleasure promised to be intense. Her heart raced as her stomach twisted with wild expectation.
    Angie wished Cole would stop teasing her. She wanted to turn around, strip him bare and take over. But that would put a stop to everything. There was only one thing she could do.
    â€œPlease,” she said in a jagged breath.
    She bucked when Cole squeezed her nipple while also pressing against her swollen bud. The pleasure exploded inside her. Her mind shut down and she cried