HOTTER THAN HELL

3

VALERIE:

Cole stands at the edge of the pool in nothing but swimming shorts. It is f*****g brief, and my God, his entire length is visible, tucked into that tiny space. My body itches, and I cannot swallow the heavy stone lodged in my throat.

“Your order, Miss. Moore,” a man says, and I turn around to see a server with a tray of drinks.

My brows wrinkle as I cannot remember ordering anything. I mean, I was going to, but dickhead here…

“You’re welcome,” Cole says, and the moment I turn, he dives straight into the pool.

He pushes through the surface, the droplets glittering on his skin. My hand reaches out for a glass immediately, downing the contents of the first one.

“Gimme that!” My voice is vile as I grab the entire tray, walking to a sunbed.

I sit on it, trying hard not to look at Cole in the water, but, f**k, my eyes cannot stop. His muscles flex without him even trying, and he is like some supermodel in a magazine shoot.

What the hell is this man doing to me? My heart thuds so loud I’m surprised he doesn’t hear it. I down the second glass of drink, the last until he climbs out of the pool.

My eyes shift immediately.

He walks towards the tray, which has only one drink left, and he takes the glass.

“See something you like?” he asks.

I snap my head toward him with my brows wrinkled.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I try to maintain a casual tone.

He tilts his head.

“If you’re not looking, explain why you’ve been sipping from an empty glass.”

My face flushes, and I take off my glasses.

“I—uhm, excuse me. It’s hot!” I try to defend myself.

He steps closer until there is no space between us.

“Sure.” He sips from his glass. “Or maybe you’re thirsty for something else.”

I roll my eyes.

“Oh, please. I’ve seen better d***s. Plus, I can f**k anyone I want.”

He lets out a dark chuckle, his eyes never leaving mine. “Still thinking about mine? Huh?”

His figure towers over mine, and I blink constantly.

“I—no.” My words are stuck in my throat.

The air is suffocating as he stares me down with those gorgeous emerald eyes. Then he chuckles lightly again, walking away. My legs go weak, and the glass almost slips from my hand.

“f**k!” I groan, placing it on the ground.

My entire body is tense, but there is a particular ache that won’t leave—the throb of my c**t. I have had only one boyfriend my entire life, and we never even had s*x, because I didn’t find him attractive enough to give my body to him.

He was just a rich asshole, and I always have to date rich, because mother wouldn’t allow me to be with someone lower. His family went broke, and I had to leave him. Sorry, not sorry, because men should give me their money! But Cole… there is something about him I cannot quite place.

I try to relax in the moment, but thoughts of him cloud my mind. I press my legs together, but nothing. Maybe I need a place he hasn’t infected. Without thinking twice, I get to my feet, walking past him in the private lobby to my room.

The door shuts with a bang, and I toss myself onto the bed.

“URGH!” I yell, grabbing a pillow and screaming into it.

I try to take steady breaths, thinking of the worst things to turn me the f**k off, but the feeling remains. My skin prickles as his face keeps materializing in my mind. Heat pools low in my belly and, before I realize it, my fingers slide beneath my panties.

The moment they touch my c**t, a surge of fire ignites. I start rubbing slow, lazy circles, replaying Cole’s rough voice from the first time we collided. The way he talks, and makes me feel shouldn’t be pleasant, but it drives me to the edge.

I dip two fingers inside, imagining his c**k filling me. I haven’t seen it, but feeling it makes me imagine it is too big for my hole, but I push through the burn, desperate for the release I crave. My fingers move deeper, coated with my wetness, chasing that raw, aching pleasure.

My legs tremble, toes curling into the sheets. My left hand clenches the bedding as I pick up the pace, fingers pumping slow and steady, matching the thunder of my heart.

How the f**k is this rude, arrogant, emotionally constipated bastard doing this to me?

I bite down hard on the pillow to stifle the soft moans slipping out. My thumb presses against my swollen c**t, circling faster, and harder. Pleasure builds fiercely and fast until I’m gasping, my back arching off the bed.

A wave crashes through me like the ocean smashing against rocks. My mouth falls open, toes curl tight, thighs clamp around my hand as my body shudders uncontrollably.

I choke on ragged breaths, frozen, shaking as the ripples of release wash over me.

Then, a sharp sting of disgust cuts through. How could I touch myself, thinking about him?

My eyes flutter open, my body aching to wash away this feeling, but the moment I sit up, my gaze locks with Cole’s—standing silently by the door, hand resting casually on the knob.