Make Me Yours (Bellamy Creek, #2)

by Melanie Harlow

I tapped the blank text box, my fingers poised, my breath coming fast. But I was terrified to dive in. I had to sit next to him at the Thanksgiving dinner table tomorrow! Cole: Did you forget where you left off? Me: No. I have stage fright. Cole: You were begging me to fuck you. What happens after that? Okay. Okay. We were doing this. I made up my mind right then to just let go. Me: You take off your belt. Unzip your pants. You take your cock in your hand. Cole: I’m so fucking hard. I dropped the phone and fanned my face. Did he mean right now? Or in the story? Either way, my entire body flushed with heat. My nipples grew stiff and tingled with pleasure. I picked up the phone again. I’d never sexted anyone before, but I knew this story front to back. I’d imagined every little detail. Me: You tease me, stroking yourself and making me watch. I want you inside me. Cole: I want your clothes off. Me: I’m only wearing a T-shirt and panties. It’s the middle of the night, remember? Cole: Take them off. I smiled as I typed. Me: I can’t. You cuffed me, Officer Mitchell. Cole: Take them off. Right now. The smile faded from my lips. I’d never heard him be so demanding before. I did what he asked and lay back.