Katie had been kissed before. Obviously, since there was now a baby growing inside of her. But none
of those other kisses could have prepared her for what it would be like to be kissed by Cole Anderson.
She had read her fair share of romance novels, but she never could quite understand what they meant
by fireworks from one little kiss.
This was not a little kiss. And while Katie couldn’t really say there were fireworks, there was a nuclear
bomb going off inside of her. Everything felt weak and melty as Cole kissed her senseless. His lips
were firm and demanding. He didn’t wait for her to open her mouth. One sweep of his tongue and she
was helpless not to respond to his kisses. They were deep, dark and decedent. She wanted to drown
herself in this moment. To commit it to memory so deeply that it would override any other boy for her.
Her hands landed on his shoulders and as she slid them along his warm skin she felt his response to
her touch. His keep deepened, because harsher and more demanding. Katie ran her hands down his
muscular back and brushed her finger tips against his tight ass.
Cole groaned and pressed his length into her.
The thin fabric of her shorts and his nylon mesh was hardly any barrier.
“Fuck,” Cole ripped his lips away. “I don’t have a condom.”
Katie frowned. “Are you not clean?”
He reared up a little. “I’m clean. I have never gone without one. Went to the doctor last month—clean
bill of health.”
“Are you worried about me? I don’t have anything. They checked that at my first appointment. I haven’t
He cut her off, “No, Katie, no. I didn’t mean that. I guess I forgot about the baby for a moment. I don’t
want to push you into anything you aren’t ready for.”
Katie’s laugh was boarder-line hysterical. “Cole, I need you. I am a pregnant woman in my second
trimester. My hormones are through the roof. You can have no idea how many times I have gotten
myself off just thinking about you.”
“Fuck Katie,” he moaned and then he was kissing her again, more insistent this time.
His hand slipped past the elastic waistband of her shorts and he felt the slick heat between her thighs.
Katie moaned into the kiss, her thighs opening obscenely wide as Cole’s finger dipped inside of her
and then trailed up to rub her clit. Her hips bucked and Cole smiled against her lips.
“You do need this baby, don’t you?” he whispered.
“So fucking bad,” Katie moaned.
Cole shoved his fingers into her slick tight heat. In and out, in and out, all the while bringing them up to
swirl around her clit again and again. Her pants became cries and her thrusts became wild until she
was shattering, coming hard and fast on his fingers and there was nothing she could do but ride out the
best orgasm of her life.
Before she could even think about being embarrassed. Cole had yanked his basketball shorts down
and then removed her pajama shorts.
“For the record,” he drawled, “I vote for no panties all the time.”
She blushed smacking his arm, but he merely looked down at her with so much affecition and humor
that Katie felt overwhelmed with happiness. Then Cole was pushing inside of her, stretching her until
his full length was sheathed inside of her tight channel.
“Fuck,” he bit off. “You are so tight. I want this to last.”
Katie moaned, “Move, Cole.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Cole pushed up on his knees and took her by the waist, pulling her
against his throbbing cock.
Katie threw an arm over her mouth so that her cries wouldn’t wake anyone up.
Her breasts bounced with ever thrust and Cole couldn’t seem to look away from them.
“I will fuck these,” he said in a low tone. “I want you, Katie. Every part of you.”
Katie couldn’t respond, she couldn’t think. Her body was winding tighter and tighter, causing her to
spiral higher and higher. She didn’t think that she could possibly come again after such an amazing
release. But seemed like Cole wasn’t going to stop until they both flew over the edge of reason.
She tightened her legs around his waist, giving Cole and even deeper fit. He groaned, looking pained,
“Come on, Baby, you can come again, Katie.”
His finger slipped between them and he began to rub circles on her already swollen nub. It was just the
right amount of pressure to send her soaring once again. Her pussy milking his cock and sending him
over the edge as well.
They both collapsed when their bodies were finally finished coming. The old tree house smelled like
sex and them. Katie wasn’t sure what they should do. Did one just get dressed and leave? Did she say
thanks for helping with the hormones?
She knew that he wasn’t her boyfriend now, as much as she wanted him to be. All she knew was that
she would never see him the same way again. The crush she had on Cole Anderson had grown into
something that was larger than her, larger than the both of them.
Katie didn’t want to use the L -word. She knew it was too soon. The only problem was that her head
might have known to was too soon. But her heart just didn’t agree.
Cole pulled her back against him, interrupting her thoughts.
“Stop thinking so hard,” he said sleepily.
“It’s late, we should probably go to bed,” she whispered back, not wanting to leave the comfort of her
It seemed that Cole felt the same way because he added, “I set my alarm to go off in a little less than
an hour. I hardly ever get to hold you like I want to. Let me have this time, Katie.”
She wouldn’t have taken it from him for the world.