15Now or Never || Halsey
COLE
Her eyelids have fallen closed.I move even closer and raise my other hand to cup her cheek. She whimpers.
“Roxanne. Please.” I brush my thumb over her eyelashes, as gently as I can. “Tell me you want this. Tell me to kiss you.”
She hesitates. She holds back. She trembles under my hand before she says it.
“Cole.” Her fingers wrap around my wrist. “Kiss me.”
I will never get used to how good she tastes. It hits me just as hard every time. Her lips are warm against mine and so fucking soft. Kissing her is like getting that hit of nicotine you’ve been craving for so long even your skeleton feels like it’s going soft with relief. She always melts me before she makes me burn.
I feel her moan into my mouth as she parts my lips with her tongue. My hand clamps down on her thigh, and she gasps at how hard I squeeze. It’s only another few seconds before she’s pushing me against the headboard, never breaking the kiss as she straddles my lap and throws her arms around my neck. I grip her hips as she starts to rock against me.
I missed this so much. I never realize quite how much I’ve missed her until I’ve got her again.
I groan when I slip my hands under the waistband of her plaid shorts and find she hasn’t got anything underneath. The way her bare ass curves under my hands makes me kiss her even harder, demanding she give her mouth up to me. Her tits are pressed to my chest, her hips grinding against my cock, and it’s almost too much to handle.
“God, Roxy,” I groan when she finally breaks away to get some air.
“One week,” she pants, breathless.
I know those words should mean something to me, but I’m too far gone to quite remember what that is.
“Huh?”
“One week,” she repeats, more insistent this time. “That’s all this can be.”
“One week.” I wrap a fist in her hair and tug her head back, baring her throat. She gasps again, her chest rising and falling rapidly in front of me. “Guess I better make the most of it, then.”
All the softness of the moment is gone. We’ve waited too long for this to take it slow, to be gentle about it. Right now I need to make her forget everything except what’s happening here and now. I pull her t-shirt up with my free hand and make a sound like a growl when I find her completely bare chest just inches from my face.
Well, almost bare. The metal bar through her left nipple gleams in the light from the bedside table. I smirk at the sight. My little rebel girl. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but I do.
“You’re gonna kill me,” I mutter, and then I’m lowering my head to her chest.
The sounds she makes as I lick and suck her nipples nearly do. I flick my tongue across their tips, scrape them with my teeth just hard enough to make her yelp my name. I pinch them with my fingers, twisting her piercing the way she likes as I kiss every inch of her breasts, and all the while she makes these little moans and murmurs French words under her breath. She has me so wound up I don’t even protest when she pushes my head away so she can press her hand against the ridge in my jeans.
“Je le veux,” she demands, eyes flashing.
I want it.
I know she doesn’t just mean my cock. She wants everything, and the look in her eyes tells me she wants it hard.
“Yeah?” I tease.
She bites her lip and nods. She knows just how to drive me crazy.
“Then get fucking naked and lie on your stomach.”
Fortunately, I know how to drive her crazy too.
I toss my clothes to the floor as she does the same with hers and settles herself on her stomach. I get on my knees on the mattress, trapping her thighs between my legs, and stare down at that goddamn ass and the dimples of her lower back. I can’t help giving my cock a few strokes. She twitches underneath me, squirming more and more the longer I make her wait.
“Cole...” she finally murmurs.
“You can wait,” I say quietly, my hand moving faster over my cock.
