The thought stopped him cold, his hand mid-stroke on Anna's back.
He couldn't spend all day--or even all morning--in bed with Anna. He needed to get them up and out the door ASAP. His grandmother had looked tired and pale the previous morning. How quickly could cancer spread? How much time did he have left?
Cole abruptly threw off the covers and got out of bed. Anna stared at him, the furrow between her eyebrows speaking to her confusion.
"We need to get going soon." He pulled her out of the bed, more roughly than he intended. "Let's go shower."
Anna tugged her hand from his. "Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? Especially after we just ..." Her flushed cheeks filled in the rest of the sentence.
Fear and worry for his grandmother suddenly taking precedence over everything, he said,
"I want to introduce you to my grandmother. She's better in the morning."
Anna's face--which was even prettier in the light of day--immediately softened. Coming toward him, she put her hands back in his.
"I'd love to meet her, Cole."
Using the moment to his advantage, he drew her across the room into the large, tiled bathroom. He couldn't wait to spend some time with Anna in the huge Jacuzzi tub, was practically salivating at the thought of turning the jets onto her, watching her come apart beneath the pulsating streams of water he'd aim directly at her clit. But that ridiculously potent fantasy would have to wait.
He turned the shower on and when the water was warm enough, brought Anna under the spray. She reached for the shampoo and even though they needed to hurry, he plucked it from her fingers.
"I'll wash you," he said, each word gruffer than the one before.
His dick grew bigger with every stroke of his fingertips against her scalp, as he tilted her head back slightly and watched the soapy water stream down her spine and over her luscious ass.
"My God, you're beautiful," he said as he picked up a bar of soap and ran it over every inch of her soft skin.
She shivered against him, moaning softly as he soaped and rinsed her br**sts, her arms, her belly, her legs, and then--finally--her sweet pu**y.
Cole barely held onto his control as he grazed her clit with his fingertips, then pushed the soap all the way along her labia, from clit to anus.
Her legs all but buckled beneath her as he stroked her clean and he had to catch her in his arms to keep her from falling.
"How can I still want you?" she whispered into his chest. "How can I still need you after everything we've just done?"
There was no hope for it. Hating himself for taking any longer than he had to before bringing her to his grandmother, Cole simply couldn't resist what Anna was offering.
Still holding her in his arms, he moved her so that her back was flat against the tiles. She gasped as she felt his erection pressed hard and thick against her belly.
"Hold onto my neck," he instructed her.
Her hands trembled as she complied, but he knew it wasn't nerves this time that had her shaky. It was pure, unfettered lust.
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to f**k you right here, right now, up against the wall in the shower."Her tongue came out to lick at her lips, her teeth biting down on her full lower lip in uncertainty. Somewhere in the back of Cole's brain he knew he was pushing her too far, too fast, but he couldn't stop himself.
Not when he wanted Anna this badly.
Not when he'd been almost incoherent with lust since the moment he'd set eyes on her.
Not when even the previous two times he'd taken her hadn't done a damn thing to slake that desire.
"Wrap your legs around me and hold on tight, sweetheart."
Without waiting for her agreement--because he wasn't asking, he was demanding--in one swift move, he put his hands on her ass, and as she opened her legs to him, he lifted her up and slid her down onto his throbbing shaft.
Her head fell back, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips. Thanking God that she was such a quick learner, the next thing he knew, she was riding him like she'd been having stand-up sex in a bathroom all her adult life, her clit rubbing against his pelvic bone, her br**sts against the hair on his chest.
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes!"
Cole had to grit his teeth to ride out her orgasm and keep from shooting into her as her pu**y clenched and pulled at his cock.
His balls pulled in tight to his body, his abs tight, Cole knew he couldn't hold back his release another second. Pulling out of her wet, clasping heat on a roar, he thrust himself into her belly, streams of ejaculate coating her once-clean skin.
When it was all over, when he realized she was trying to get back down on the floor but he hadn't loosened his grip, Cole gently lowered her and washed her clean. She leaned against the wall, still panting as he quickly shampooed and soaped up. Turning off the water, he handed her a towel.
"Thank you."
Despite the fact that she'd been f**king him like a wild woman in the shower not five minutes ago, she sounded just as prim, just as innocent as she had the night before.
He was about to tell her how mind-blowing f**king her was when she made a sudden sound of dismay.
"My clean clothes are all back in my room."
"They were delivered last night."
"When? I didn't hear anyone knock on the door." Her eyes went big. "Oh no. They didn't come while we were..."
Cole barely hid his grin in time at her clear embarrassment. Still, he couldn't stop himself from teasing, "Come to think of it, we were pretty loud last night." He lowered his voice, made sure she held his gaze. "Especially when you were begging me to make you come."
Her face flamed again and he had to press a kiss to her sweet mouth.
"You're too easy, sweetheart."
Shooting him an irritated glance, she said, "I'm going to get dressed."
After she'd left the bedroom, Cole realized it was the first time he'd been alone since last night. Normally, when he was done f**king, he couldn't wait for the woman to go home and leave him alone. But even though Anna was only a room away, even though he could hear her unzipping her suitcase and pulling out clothes, she was too far away.
He didn't just want her in the same room.
He wanted her in his arms.
As he dressed, Cole forced himself to face what had happened on their wedding night, despite how much he'd rather keep his head in the sand over what Anna was making him feel.